Hey guys! This is Flower1815 here, bringing you a new fic. For those who don't recognise me, I am the same writer of "Jeg elsker deg", another Tomtord fic I did. Honestly, that was my first time writing for both the fandom and the ship and I wasn't expecting so much positive feedback. So, I decided to write my first multi-chapter tomtord story. Now be warned that this is angsty as f#ck, has foul language, scenes of torture, use of medical tools, drug use, self-harm, violence, self-neglect and blood. But no rape! I would never write that. But maybe someday, I will be brave enough to do a Tomtord lemon/smut fic. But until that day comes, I'll be writing this instead.

Also, if this story gets as many, or more, positive feedbacks as "Jeg elsker deg", I'll will write a follow up sequel to it because so many people demanded (and some even threatened to kick me in the face otherwise *stares into the computer screen* you know who you are. PS: this is a joke!). There will be another Tomtord one-shot coming right after I finish "My little test subject", I won't reveal its name yet, but it does have a cliff-hanger. Fun!

By the way, this story is based on the theory I posted on tumblr that Tord left to work on the monster serum, and the zombies from Fun dead are all failed experiments. If you want the link to the post, message me, I can send you guys the link.

One more thing before I go. Don't steal my stories. After I posted "Jeg elsker deg" on my tumblr, someone who I shall not name directly, took my story, wrote a shorter version of it and submitted to ew-headcannons stating the story was theirs. To be fair, I was quite impressed at first seeing it as a compliment of sorts, as I never had a story stolen before, so it meant that my work was deemed good enough to be taken credit for. Now, of course I got kind of pissed, but I already solved the issue a long time ago; they took the story down and apologized. The person who stole from me on the other hand didn't say anything and I didn't get into contact with them. I gave them a second chance. They are currently following me, but I haven't blocked them, especially if I can keep an eye on them in return. If I post "My little test subject" on tumblr and It gets stolen, I'm warning you right now, I will block you.

I'll try to update the story at least once a week, the story isn't that big, but I have other works and school to worry about, so forgive me if one week I don't post anything. Some characters, I'm afraid, may turn out a little OOC, so I apologise for that as well. Anyway, that's it; I hope you guys enjoy this story, and I'll see ya all later! ;)

Inside a dark, secluded room; guarded by huge and heavy double doors, screams of rage could be heard. Inside; metal tables were turned, glass was shattered, strange liquids splattered the walls, various types of equipment's were broken and papers were sent flying while being ripped apart. The whole room was a mess. And at the centre of the dark room, illuminated by a swinging, solitary light above his head, is the one responsible for said mess.

He is known by many names. For those who've heard of him, he is the infamous Red Leader; responsible for many invasions and mass shootings across Europe, and backed up by a loyal army of trained soldiers. But for those who got the privilege to know him better, he is simply known as Tord.

Tord was standing in the middle of the room, panting, trying to recover from his fit of rage. He clenched his fists, taking deep breaths while glaring at the walls. Gritting his teeth, Tord ripped out his eyepatch out of anger, and run his robotic hand through his spiky hair.

"Another death, another failure." He hissed under his breath.

Once he deemed himself calm enough, Tord sighed, glancing around the mess he caused. Eyeing the wreckage, he searched for a specific item. He stepped forward, not minding the crunch of broken glass underneath his heavy boots, as he reached out to pick a black journal with his famous, red symbol engraved at the front. He took out the pen hanging from his chest pocket and scribbled down a new entry.

"Test subject number #1825

Name: Devin Walker.

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Nationality: Danish

Height: 5'11. Weight: 133 Ibs.

Blood type: A+

Report: The third soldier to volunteer for these experiments just this month. Was considered healthy and physically fit for them after undergoing several tests, so we strapped him down to the surgical table and applied the serum to his bloodstream. He convulsed and foam came out of his mouth, eyes became white and rolled back; had to be restrained by at least three other soldiers before I applied anaesthetic to stop his spasms. After 76 hours, his body gave out and his flesh decayed; turning him into a zombie. Just like all the others. I took him out of his misery and shot him in the head.

Status: Deceased

Time and date of death: 17/10/2016 5:30 PM"

Tord slammed the journal shut, gripping his hair hard with one hand. To say he was frustrated with his constant failing work was an understatement, he is beyond furious! "I tried everything and anything, but nothing seems to work! What am I missing?" He thought, remembering all his past failures and trying to recall any important details.

He was brought back from his deep train of thought when he heard a knock coming from the double heavy doors. "Come in." Tord called out.

Opening the door with ease, Patrick slipped inside the room, carrying a bunch of files and stacks of papers.

"Sir, here are all the files and cases of the previous test subjects you requested." Patrick announces, walking up to Tord and placing the files down on the only table left unturned. He took the chance to look around the room. "Another failure?" He prompted, raising an eyebrow while glancing at the mess with an unamused expression. He and Paul are already used to their leader's rage getting out of hand, no pun intended, so the current state of the room came to no surprise to Patrick.

"Yes, Patrick. Another lost cause, just like all the others." Tord muttered, opening the files and flying through the pages. When he turned to get files, he unintentionally displayed his injured eye. Patrick immediately adverted his gaze away from the sight. Even if he was closer to Tord than most of the other soldiers, Paul and him know better than to stare at Tord without his eyepatch unless they were granted direct permission. "There has to be something I missed, a tiny detail I overlooked; anything to get me closer to perfecting the serum formula!"

"And you think the missing component is somehow inside one of these case files?" Patrick questioned quizzically. "With all due respect, sir, but you were the one who wrote all the test subject reports. If there was any sort of clue in one of them, don't you think you would have found it out by now?"

"I know it's hard to believe, but I know for a fact that I am missing something and the clue is somewhere in here." Tord insisted.

He continued to flip through the files, going all the way back to the very beginning. "Test subject #1704 – Deceased, subject #1678 – Deceased, #1562 – Deceased…." He kept on going, reading the files at lightning speed before slamming it shut and moving on to the next. Eventually, Tord grew frustrated and dropped all the most recent cases aside to look at the older files. "Test subject #126 – Deceased, subject #58 – Deceased, #3 – Deceased…."

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Tord finally reached the file he was most looking forward to. The very first test subject case file. His first try, his very first failure. Not resisting the anticipation any longer, Tord opened up the case file. Unlike the other files however, where before getting to the details and procedures done with said subject, it always shows a recreation of the serum formula; always different in every single file. One element could have been added, or taken away. But in the first case he did, Tord didn't document the formula. He wanted to punch himself with his metal hand in the face several times for his stupidity. Instead of the formula, Tord wrote down his reasons and intentions for trying to accomplish such feat.

"Entry #1 Date 12/07/2008

After the gang and I returned from our experience in the army, I couldn't shake away the thrill I felt while out on the field, holding a gun and fighting alongside others for an equal cause. I want that. I want more of this. I will create my own army, and we will take over the world where I will rule supreme! But a good leader knows, as well as any soldier should, that you can't expect to win a war with the whole world with just followers and guns alone. I need a secret weapon! Something no one would expect it coming and it's indestructible. Hmmm…"

Tord made a "tsk" Sound with his tongue, before flipping the page.

"Entry #2 Date 10/08/2008

After many days, I have borrowed several science books from the local public library and studied EVERYTHING. I covered physics, biology, chemistry, psychology, ecology, geology, human biology, zoology and botany; not to mention all the mathematics, theories and engineering. With this knowledge, I started to put it into practice and create a secret lab inside my own room. I even rigged the entire house with secret weapons and security systems! And none of my friends seem to have realize it yet! I'm a genius! Now, onto developing my secret weapon. After many hours of delicate planning, I decided to create a serum. Not one that would improve a soldier's fighting capabilities in the field. But a serum that will make any soldier turn into a monster! They'll become bigger, stronger, faster, and better. I have a slight idea of what kind of monster I want it to be, but I have no guarantee the serum will actually turn the subject into it. I just hope I get this right.

Now, all I need is a test subject to try it out."

Tord rolled his eyes, inwardly cringing at his naivety back then. You never succeed in the first try; he should have known that. But he learned his lesson, the hard way. Tord turned the page.

"Entry #3 date 13/08/2008

I put up articles in the newspaper, offering to pay money for anyone who'd subject themselves to my tests. I hope someone calls me soon! The only problem, is getting the volunteer into my secret lab without Edd or the others knowing. I guess I'll just have to sneak them in when nobody else is home."

Flipped over another page.

"Entry #4 date 17/08/2008

I got a call at last! A guy called Seth volunteered himself to be my guinea pig for my experiments. I agreed to meet up with him on the arcade at midnight, then I took him back home and sneaked him in through the backdoor. Though I was sure the others were sleeping, I didn't want to take any chances and guided Seth to my room.

Let the tests begin."

When Tord turned to the next page, he reached the document file about Seth; his very first test subject ever. Below the document, his report was written down.

"Test subject number #1

Name: Seth Williams.

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Nationality: Russian

Height: 6'3. Weight: 173 Ibs.

Blood type: B+

"Entry #5 date 17/08/2008

I created the serum and applied to his bloodstream after strapping him down. But I made sure to apply only half the vial, only to test it out; who knows what can happen if I give him the entire thing without testing its effects first. According to test subject #1, the serum burns immensely when in contact with blood. Fortunately, I had foreseen this was a possibility that could happen and created an "antidote" to stop the burning. Of course, it won't stop the effects of the serum from happening, but it will dwindle the pain a bit, just to be a little more bearable to go through.

Now I wait."

"Entry #6 date 17/08/2008

After a while, nothing happened. 12 hours passed with no side-effects. When he hit the 13-hour mark, he began to spasm and foam out of the mouth. I quickly applied a sedative to make him stop; he passed out. He will be out for a while; but I can't risk leave him alone unattended. But I can hear the others mingling about outside my room, and they will wonder where I am if I don't get down for breakfast. Or worse, suspicious.

I don't think there's any harm in going just to eat and keep their suspicions at bay. I'll be back as soon as I can.

PS: I just realized I still have half of the serum still in the vile. What should I do with it? I can't simply throw it in the thrash, someone may find it. I guess I'll just have to get rid of it another way…"

Tord re-read the passage in confusion before sudden realization hit him, as he remembered the events unfolding in his mind like it had just occurred.

(Flashback!)

Seth was asleep, strapped upright in the metal table. With one push of the lever attached to his wall, Tord hid the secret lab and left the room. Just as he descended the stairs, he fumbled one hand in his pocket only to find a small, glass vial containing the rest of the serum.

Tord took it out and eyed curiously, completely forgotten it was there in the first place.

"Tord! Breakfast is ready!" Edd's loud call coming from the kitchen snapped Tord out of his thoughts, and nearly made him drop the vial in surprise. He caught it in mid-air before it fell and shattered on the ground. "I made pancakes!"

"YEAH! PANCAKES!"

Matt shouted in excitement as he descended down the stairs in lightning speed and bumped on Tord along the way; nearly making him drop the vial once more before catching it.

"Ops, sorry Tord!" Matt gave a quick apology and run off into the kitchen. Tord gave him a deadly glare as he disappeared from view and grit his teeth in irritation; shoving the vial back into his hoodie pocket. Those were close calls. Next time he may not be as fast, and he can't keep it on him in case it shatters, or it gets taken by someone.

Tord walks into the kitchen, holding the vial in his hand and away from view of others. "What should I do with it?" He wondered.

"Morning Tord!" Edd greeted him, standing in front of the stove as he flipped a pancake in the pan. Matt was already seated on the dining table, happily munching on a stack of pancakes. No sign of Tom though.

"Morning." Tord answered back tiredly. He stayed awake the whole night; too excited with his experiment to sleep and he had to keep checking his subject for side-effects constantly. He approached the kitchen bench when he noticed the toaster already down and a blue mug with a bit of steaming coffee inside, standing by the sink. Tom's mug.

Tord eyed it curiously before glancing down at the vial in his hand. "Maybe Tom already had breakfast; or at least his daily coffee for the day." He deduced. His eyes shifted to the sink drain behind it. Tord got an idea, pulling the lid out of the vial and approaching the sink. "I can just toss it down the drain. Sure; it might contaminate any forms of life living in the sewers with side-affects, but thanks to pollution any kind of mutation can be excused now days."

Just as Tord was about to tip over the vial and drop the serum from inside, down the sink drain, an annoyed voice spoke up from behind him. "What are you doing?"

Tord, taken by surprise and completely forgotten he was not alone in the room, accidentally dropped the vial into the mug. Petrified, he tried to take back the vial, but it was too late. By the time he took it out from the hot coffee, the vial was already empty. He stared at the brown concoction below him in alarm. There was nothing more he can do now.

"Eh, Tord?" Tom's voice sounds behind him again questioningly. Nervously, but with a huge, fake smile plastered on his face for cover up, Tord turns around to face him.

"Oh, hello Tom!" He greeted the Jehovah's witness in a friendly tone, despite his inner panic and frustration. "Morning!" He leaned against the kitchen counter, trying to look calm and natural; as well as hiding the blue mug from view.

Tom raised an eyebrow in suspicion; Tord is never this friendly with him unless he is up to something. "What's with you?" He prompted. "And why are you hiding my coffee mug behind your back?"

Tord's smile faltered. "Nothing!" He blurted rather quickly, putting his hands up in defence.

Tom narrowed his eyes at him. "Oh really, then you won't mind if I take a sip?" He challenged, his hand traveling around Tord to reach his mug. Tord panicked and stiffened. As Tom brought the mug closer to him, Tord lashed out and gripped Tom's hand hard; stopping him momentarily. He felt a spark upon coming into contact with the blue hooded boy, but he didn't pay any mind to it; he was too busy analysing the situation and thinking of his options to stop the scenario in his head from happening. He couldn't even say anything. Words got stuck in his throat and his mind fumbled with various excuses; but nothing was good enough to explain his behaviour except for the truth, which he has no intentions of telling. He just stared at Tom with wide eyes, who in return just stared back at Tord in surprise before his expression changed to mild annoyance. "Can you, um, let go now?"

There was nothing he can do now. If he insisted, Tom and the others will get more suspicious of him. He can't find a good enough excuse to stop him from drinking the tainted coffee, and he can't tell them the truth either for obvious reasons. With a sigh, and still keeping the fake smile on his face, Tord slowly let's go of Tom's hand. "Sorry." He apologised. "I'm a bit distracted today; didn't sleep very well." For effect, Tord let out a fake yawn and stretched his arms behind his back.

Tom stared at Tord with suspicion, but knowing how f#cking crazy the Norwegian commie is, Tom let the incident go without a fuss and just shrugged in response. Then he took a sip from his coffee. Tord froze and watched wide eyed as Tom downed the entire brown beverage in one go. When Tom put his mug down again, the toaster dinged and he got his toast before taking his usual seat on the kitchen table.

Tord never stopped watching Tom after that. For several days, he would often spy on Tom, always asking him how he was feeling, and observing any changes on his physical appearance or behaviour. Tom didn't seem to have notice his erratic behaviour. After a whole week, dividing his attention back and forth between Tom and Seth, Tord realized he couldn't find any signs, effects or strange occurrences with Tom. He was confused at first, and deduced that maybe the mixture between the serum and the coffee might have contradicted each other and nulled the effects. That was his only explanation for why it didn't work. He didn't go through what Seth did…

"Sir?"

Tord snapped out of his thoughts and back to present day. Patrick was looking over to him quizzically. He's standing on the dark room with only one light illuminating above him with a bunch of files stacked up beside him. Tord slowly grinned, becoming wider by the second until he started laughing, and soon he began to cackle like a maniac at the realization. Patrick just watched him in confusion, and slightly afraid of his leader's mental health as the laughter grew louder.

"Tord?" Patrick called out once more.

Tord stopped laughing slamming his hands on top of the metal desk, making Patrick flinch in response at the loud, unexpected noise.

"How could I've been so stupid to overlook such a minuscule, obvious detail!" Tord exclaims, catching his breath from laughing so much. "It was staring right at my face this whole time! HA! I got it!"

Patrick's attention peaked up at the statement. "You do?" He questioned. When Tord turned around with his trademark smirk plastered on his face, Patrick knew to advert his gaze from his exposed eye; but he formed the proper soldier posture and saluted him. "Ready to comply! What are your orders, sir? What do you need?"

Tord chuckled, his metal hand fumbling inside the chest pocket of his uniform; searching for something. "Not a what…" He murmured, pulling out a small picture from his pocket and showing to Patrick. "But a who."

Patrick took the picture and examined it close. The picture was of a man with spiky brown hair, a grumpy expression on his face, wearing a blue hoodie, and his most defining feature; dark, empty sockets in place of his eyes. Patrick looked up at Tord hesitantly.

"Him, sir?" He prompted. "Are you sure?"

If it was any other soldier, Tord would have taken offense to being questioned so openly and would've most likely pulled out a gun to his face. But since this is Patrick, Tord just merely chuckled some more. "I am certain of this, Patrick! This time, I know I am!" He insisted with glee, turning his back around once again.

"Patrick." He called, his voice back to calm seriousness. "Go, take Paul with you, use any means necessary to complete the mission." He ordered.

"Sir?"

"And bring him to me." Tord finished.

"It is as good as done, sir!" Patrick saluted before doing a curt bow; exiting the room soon after he was dismissed.