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Black Feather

Tord jolts slightly at the urgency in his friends voice. "Eh?" He asks, dumbfounded "Oh, you mean my arm and face?"
"Yes, what happened? Are you hurt?" Edd says franticly, grabbing Tord's robotic arm, rolling his hoodies sleeve off of it to inspect it.
"Well I was uhh, c- caught up in an.. Explosion." He stutters, thinking up a lie on spot. Although it wasn't completely a lie, after his robot was shot down, it did exploded with him in it. Tearing the skin from his flesh on half his body.
"That's why your arm is in a red thing?" Asks Matt cluelessly.
"No, friend. My arm is the red thing. It's robotic, the real one was useless.. So we got rid of it"
"Who is we?" Tom adds to the conversation.
"Oh, you know.. Medics and that." He waves his arm dismissively as Edd continues tinkering with his other one. Edd turned Tord's hand over, looking at the blue orb in the middle of his palm. Edd looks over to him, his still talking with the new roomates. Edd looks back to the glowing orb, pausing for a moment before pressing down onto it.
"Ah," Tord quickly pulls his arm away as the orb glows brighter and starts to tinker with it. "No, no, no, don't touch that!"
"Oh, s- sorry!" Edd puts his hands up defensively.
"It's ok, Edd. Just don't do that again." He says dully as he pulls the sleeve of his hoodie back down and over his robotic arm.
"So, how long are you staying here?" Tom asks, looking at the orb on Tord's palm.
"Oh, as long as it takes before I can go back home."
"Where's your home?" Matt chimes in.
"Norway."
"So cool.." Matt whispers to his childhood friend.
"Right." He mutters back, taking another swig from his flask.
~Time Skip~
Four men sit in the living room, watching the movie that the newest among them put in. "Return of The Insane Zombie Pirates From Hell IV"  Sounds of chainsaws and screaming blare from the speakers, the movie is interrupted by a Matt's horrified yelling. Everyone looks over to Matt who is staring at a the bag of popcorn that fell and scattered across the floor.
"My popcorn.." Tom rolls his eyes and hands Matt his bag of buttered popcorn, to which Matt gasps, "Hurray!"
"Shh, this is the best part!" Tord says through his thick accent. The chainsaw blares again and blood slashes across the screen, Tord grins widens as he continues watching.
The four continued to watch the movie and eat their popcorn, Matt would usually cover his eyes whenever anything involving gore would happen. Edd would steal glances at Tord, looking at his arm or his scars that covered half his face and trailed down his neck. He'd look at the black eyepatch over his eye, covering what once was his eyes, but is probably now completely useless. Tom fell asleep halfway through the movie, and Tord watched the entire thing with his full attention. After the movie was over Matt stood up, accidentally bumping into his childhood friend, waking him.
Tom groaned and rubbed his eyesockets, "Is the movie over yet?"
"Yup, and it's getting pretty late too." Said Matt with a light yawn.
Edd stood up aswell, "Yeah, I'm gonna grab the vacuum and clean up that popcorn."
""I guess I'll go to my old room." Tord yawned, standing up to stretch, "Goodnight, friends."
"I'm, not your friend." Grumbled Tom.
"Goodnight Todd!" Chirped Matt
"Tord." The man in red corrected.
"Heh, goodnight Tord." Edd smiled, walking to the closet the grab the vacuum. Tord left to go to his old room when Tom stood up, noticing a feather on the floor. Tom picked up the feather, holding it in front of his face.
"Black.." He muttered. Why would there be a black feather in the living room, unless someone other than Matt and Tom had wings. There were three type of people in the world, those who are born wingless, those who are born with colored wings, and lastly, those who are born with white wings. If you are born with white wings the shade of your feathers determines the pureness of your soul. A newborn has no time to sin, has never done any wrong, therefor have wings of pure white. Though with age, your wings can get darker, a light grey, grey, dark grey, or black. The only way crow black feathers are achieved, are if you kill.

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