|CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE|

                                    

                                          
As Tord left the bedroom and entered the office. He is greeted by Liam and Brandon holding their tranquilizers.
"Hi." Brandon whispered towards his Leader with a small smile. Tord rolled his eyes."Get it over with. I'll be waiting outside." He sneered as he left his office. Quietly shutting the door. 
Brandon and Liam exchanged a little look towards each other before they shrugged their shoulders. 
Meanwhile outside of the office,
Tord is leaning against the wall. A cigar resting between his fleshed finger tips, being held by his left hand as he stressfully took puff after puff. 
Paul and Patryck approached their son. Paul cleared his throat which caused Tord to turn his head into the direction.
"Is Edd and Matt in the auditorium already?" Tord asked as he brought the cigar back to his lips and takes a deep inhale. 
"Yes, honey. We have two guards watching them to make sure they don't escape." Patryck reassured Tord as he held onto Paul's hand. 
"Oh good.. I've kinda been hesitant about this situation." Tord spoke up as his eye twitched a bit. 
"Hesitant? I knew it." Paul acknowledged towards the horned haired male.
"Oh, I'm not going to back out of this plan!" Tord suddenly shouted as he began walking into the direction of the auditorium.
The office door opened to reveal an tranquilized unconscious brit being dragged by the two soldiers. 
"He was fucking difficult!" Liam screeched out to Paul and Patryck.
"We warned ya." Paul replied as the small group began to follow the leader of the army. 
Brandon and Liam continued to drag Tom by the wrists. His legs being pulled against the ground. 
Tord halted his steps as he turned his head. "You're carrying him like that?!" He exclaimed as he went over. 
He lifted Tom into his own arms and began to carry him bridal style. "Brandon, Liam. I do not need your assistance any longer. Get the hell outta here." 
Liam scoffed as he grabbed Brandon's hand and started to walk away. "Whatever! Enjoy your psychotic plan you asshole!" Liam shouted. 
Tord rolled his eyes as he held Tom close to him. He didn't respond, since he has other things on his plate of business to attend too. 
Paul, Patryck, Tord and Tom eventually entered the auditorium. The Leader let's out a sigh as a pain of heartache hits his chest. 
But it quickly vanished with the replacement of insanity. His mind has completely shattered. All feelings are gone. 
"Dad, Papa. Make sure he gets a front row seat. Since.. he's the only one watching this beautiful show." Tord laughed insanely as he handed Tom's unconscious body to Patryck. 
Patryck sighs as he asked. "Are you sure you are willing to go through this?" He holds onto Tom's body.
"Yes, now stop with the pestering!" Tord snapped as he walked over into the direction of the stage. His cape swaying as he walked. 
Patryck carried Tom to the front row seat and placed him inside of it. Making sure the binds are tied in the tightest way of knots, he nodded in approval. 
The plan is finally in session.