Wiccan's Heal Shoppe, Perible, England, Mid
"I can't believe you dragged me here" Tom somewhat snapped at Tord as he sat on a stool in the back area of the shop, Euanthe inspecting the half-demon's eyes "No one forgets the existence of several people they spent half a year with" "Tord's right, hon" the princess agreed with the soldier "You think I've got magic-induced memory loss now?" Tom questioned, shooting a glare over at Tord who folded his arms, giving a firm look back. "If it's magic induced, there would be an attacker's magical signature left behind, I can't sense any on you" Euanthe stated, leaving Tom and stepping back over to the kitchen area of the backroom "Told you, I'm not spelled" Tom told Tord in a very annoyed tone before the princess walked over to him with a small vile "Smell this" she instructed as Tom raised a brow "Why would I-" the second the vile's herbal scent reached the half-demon's nose, Tom immediately scooted the stool away from Euanthe as he gaged. "The fuck was that?" he sharply questioned, coughing and trying to keep the urge to vomit down "Herbs that repels demonic celestial magic" Euanthe answered, putting the cork seal back on the vile and placing it on the counter, Tord's brows frowned "You think a demon or devil spelled him?". "Honestly, I was just starting at the top of my list of possibilities," the princess answered the soldier "But now, yes, a demonic celestial had some help in Tom's memory loss-" "Euanthe! we're here!" a girl's voice called out from the front door "Out the back!" Euanthe called back and as she did, Faith and Holly stepped into the back area of the shop "We're learning about protection and luck talismans today" she told the girls. The two then saw both Tom and Tord and immediately smiled at the boys "Tord, you're back!" Faith exclaimed, bumping fists with the soldier as Holly gave him a small wave "It's good to be back" Tord smiled before the girls' gaze shifted to Tom "Hey Tom, how have you been?" Faith asked as Tom pulled a confused face "...how do you know my name?" he questioned, instantly confusing both girls. "Really? you're out of high school eight months and you don't remember us? your friends?" Faith questioned yet again, his own confusion stayed "My only friends are Edd and Matt... and unfortunately this idiot" Tom stated, pointing a thumb back at Tord and although hearing Tom finally call him a friend again, he still felt extremely terrible. Faith looked at Euanthe and Tord "He hit his head or something?" "Lost his memory about you guys" Tord shortly answered, Euanthe chimed in "Tom no longer remembers anything to do with Hypnotics" "No, that can't be possible" Faith slowly shook her head whilst Holly quickly pulled out her phone "Even Angelina?" Faith questioned as Tord nodded his head.

Tom groaned "Can you guys stop fucking around with me?" he told them "Hypnotics aren't re-" he froze midsentence as Holly showed him a picture on her phone, one taken of Tom and Angelina at the young princess's thirteenth birthday party.
The young teen girl carefully crawled out from behind the game booth, pushed herself back onto her feet and decided to make a run for it. As she neared the path at the front of the main circus tent, she heard a small clicking sound coming from the collar around her neck.
Tom's brows knotted as he took the phone out of Holly's hands, looking at the picture filling the screen.
The girl from his dream.
He quickly swiped through the photos on Holly's phone before finding one that was taken on the day of the 'Death Day Festival', Corey and Angelina standing together in the group photo, hesitant smiles drawn across their faces.
"Make him forget... please" she begged Corey as the young boy's eyes shifted back and forth between Angelina and Tom.
"Make me forget..." Tom mumbled to himself yet both Euanthe and Tord caught the three words, looking at each other with concern.

Tord immediately exchanged goodbyes with the women before him and Tom left the shop. Tom didn't argue with him. He didn't even argue or question him when Tord dropped him back at the house in Ashmaine before driving off.
Back to Perible.
RIP the fuel he had just put in his car this morning.
Tord parked out the front of the old towering black-boarded house, quickly climbing the front steps and knocking on the front door until Blake answered the door, confusion plastered across his face at the sight of the soldier "Tord? what are you doing here?" "I need to speak to Corey" Tord firmly stated, his tone causing Blake's gaze to narrow down at the young man "What about?" the man questioned. "It's about Angelina-" Tord said, about to shift pass through the door yet Blake harshly slammed his hand on the door frame, blocking Tord's way into the house as the man glared the soldier down "You are not stepping a foot inside this house until you tell me the truth" Blake firmly stated. Tord glared back up at the man "I want to know why Corey erased Tom's memory" the soldier hissed through his teeth "My answer to that is simple," both Blake and Tord peered back into the house, by the staircase where Corey stood, angered harshness painted over his face as he folded his arms "Fuck off and mind your own business" the hypnotic spat at Tord. "Tom doesn't remember anything about hypnotics because of you" Tord snapped back at Corey "You're going to tell me why the fuck you did it-" "Or what?" the hypnotic questioned the soldier "You're not my army leader, council board member or a future royal ruler of a realm" Corey reminded him "Until Angelina gives the order, I'm not telling you a thing" he stated. "You-" "I don't care who the fuck you are" Corey coldly cut off Tord on the first word "You hold no power over me or anyone in this house, not as long as I live" the hypnotic stated. Blake didn't even scold the boy yet follow his lead, returning his gaze back to Tord, shooting him another glare before just simply closing the door in Tord's face and locking it.

Rhin Warden House, Ashmaine, England, Mid
Tord stormed into the house, slamming the front door before turning on his heel and almost jumping out of his skin when he saw Tom standing in the hallway with his arms folded "You went to see that boy from the picture" the half-demon accused as Tord looked away, confirming the other's words right. "The fuck were you thinking? going crazy on a kid just for fucking nothing?" "What makes you think that-" "Tord" Tom cut him off "I've grown up with you and known you my entire life, I know what every looking on that fucking face means" he reminded the soldier "Yeah, I also want to know why my memory of several people was erased but going off at a kid isn't going to do that" "He refused to tell me anything anyway" Tord told the half-demon. 
"Just... don't do that again, not for me" Tom asked as Tord's brows frowned "Tom-" "I treated you like shit and yet you still keep doing stuff for me" the half-demon said, closing his eyes and running a hand through his hair "Fuck- I tried convincing myself that I hate you and I know I don't," he admitted as Tord silently listened "When really I hated myself for not making you stay or going with you instead". Tord took a step toward the other "Tom..." "I knew you where going to leave, that you wouldn't have a choice, but... I just used whatever I could to hurt myself" Tom said, holding his arm "I should've never said any of that shit to you, no excuse or apology could make up for that". "Tom, it's okay-" "No, it isn't" Tom told Tord "It wasn't until graduation that I realised and accepted the feelings I had for you and I was so stupid to turn against it- against you, take everything out on you for no fucking reason" the half demon continued to ramble. Tom shook his head "God- I've been so fucking stupid since you left" he admitted, shaking his head a little as Tord saw the guilt wavering over the half-demon's face "How... how long have you been thinking about this?" the soldier hesitantly questioned as now Tom turned his head away "...about a month," he answered "Regretting it since that last phone call" he quietly added.
Tom raised his head, looking back up at Tord "Promise me... that no matter what-" "Always and forever" Tord cut him off, hugging Tom and holding him close as Tom tightly held onto him "...I love you, Tord" Tom quietly told him.
"Always and forever..." Tord gently spoke, the words drawing Tom's gaze back to him yet the half demon stayed silent, the soldier's eyes saddened a little "It wouldn't make a difference if I said that I love you, would it?" he questioned as Tom's body stiffened a little "I still love you, Tom, with every fibre of my body... and when you said it back, I thought that possibly after the graduation stuff, we'd talk about going out or something" Tord admitted. 

"Have that weird talk all couples have before they start dating and- goddesses, this army shit fucked it all up" Tord stated as Tom's brows frowned.
He was the one who fucked everything up. His stupidity fucked up the start of what would've been a great relationship, it was his fault. Not Tord's, not the army's, Tom's.
Tom's head hang low, guilt and regret rotting through it as Tord shook his head "Sorry- I got out of hand, I'll leave you alone" the soldier said as the half demon raised his head, seeing the pained smile drawn across the soldier's face "No more prying and pushing stuff, I'll leave you alone, promise" Tord assured Tom before walking past him and down the hallway, into his room.

The Freakshow, District 13, Dark Nation, England, Mid

They stayed by Angelina's sides as they waited backstage; performers walking out to join the show, walking back into the back area to touch up make-up or costumes, or just hanging out until the show was over. Angelina hugged herself, uncomfortable in the red and white checkered leotard with a half red and black checkered half white layered skirt sewn onto it as white ribbon tied into bows hung around her bruised wrists and tired feet shoved into white ballet slips. She felt so bloody ridiculous. Whatever Vixen was planning to do with her felt like she was about to be made an absolute fool in front of dozens of strangers. Eventually, when the lights in main show area turned off, the performer and soldier grabbed the hypnotic by the arms and pulled her out from back stage and into the centre of of the tent ring and forcing her into the singular spotlight. Vixen stepped out into the shared light, receiving the cheers of the entire crowd before stepping over to Angelina "Ready to dance, princess?" the Grey Leader asked as the girl glared him down "Bite me" she hissed through her teeth, Vixen smirked as he looked into her eyes, his own glowing red "Then I'll show you the trick I showed Corey" he told her. Angelina left her bones stiffen as the whites of her eyes became red, watching Vixen step away from her and motion the two men backstage, and even after they left, she was held down in place by an invisible force "Ladies and gentlemen, you are in for a treat tonight," Vixen brightly smiled to the entire audience, waving an arm to the hypnotic behind him "The princess will perform for you all" he announced as the music started up.
She had absolutely no control over her body as her limbs jerked like a marionette being flung around by their strings. The dance was puppet-like until Vixen joined her, taking her by the hand and waist, the invisible force making her dance with her unwanted partner.

The entire time, her eyes were wide with fear.
Kate turned around to look behind her before being punched so hard in the chest that she flew back a couple feet, falling to the ground, groaning in pain. The other three quickly turned around to see Corey, dulled red eyes glaring back at them.
Knowing now how easy it was for him to get in her own head.
"...Corey?" and in response to his name, his eyes narrowed a little, the girl slightly noticing the small whimper of pain after every growl he made.
To get into his head. To use him.
he collapsed to the ground, Angelina fell onto her legs beside him, fear and deep worry plaguing her as she looked at her friend's bare back in terror, seeing a deep cut tared down his spine and bleeding out.
To hurt him.

Finally, when the music dulled and their forced dance was over, Vixen stepping away and Angelina regained control over her body again as the audience loudly cheered at the 'great' performance. 
She felt sick, invaded, absolutely disgusted. Angry.
Angelina summoned her daggers into her hands as she ran at Vixen yet within an instant, her bones stiffened again, forcing her into a stop. Vixen turned back to her, stepping around her as he summoning his spear then plunged it deep through her back and out of her chest, the entire crowd cheering wildly in bloodlust as Angelina's vision quickly blackened, her blood boiling hotter and hotter as her body quickly became limb.

11:43pm
Angelina gasped awake, her eyes a bright blue glow as oxygen refilled her newly healed lungs, gripping her chest as her heart ached in the horrid pain of restitching itself close for the second time. Boiling blood forcefully pushing through her body's aching veins as she pulled her body up, making herself sit on the old cot that was now called her bed, still in the now blood-dried circus costume.
He had backstabbed her, again.
"Hey, you're back" the girl turned her head to find Kara kneeling beside her, the hypnotic's eyes narrowed on her as the older girl held up her hands "Sorry, I should've warned you" Kara admitted, dropping her hands down as she shook her head "But the leader's got all of the performers spelled with that hypnotic-tripping shit". Kara then nodded to the shackles that were placed back onto the hypnotic's wrists "Guessing he knew you'd come back tonight" she said as Angelina's brows knotted "Come back?" "You died on stage hours ago, princess" Kara told her, speaking in a tone as if a reminder of what happened yet the hypnotic sat in shocked silence. 'I... died?' she questioned herself "Although your revival time is a lot slower compared to the Grey Leader's" Kara stated as the hypnotic blinked a couple times, shock and horror poured through her "He can come back to life?" she mumbled to herself as Kara got up "He had someone bring some new clothes for you" she stated before stepping out of the tent. The hypnotic lifted her head, her gaze travelling to the end of the cot where the 'new clothes' sat, a pair of greyed army-patterned cargo pants and a light grey t-shirt with an inked Grey Army symbol over the heart.