Scientists. Doctors. Soldiers. They were everywhere. Tom was rebooted. Emotions? None. Sympathy? What's that? Compasion? Never heard of it. He was changed once again. He walked down the hallway with Tord. His facial expression was an emotionless glare. "Thomas, go and check up on the ginger for me." Tord instructed. Tom nodded. "Yes sir Red Leader sir." he replied, saluting. He was obiedient. He followed his orders and never asked once. He then opened the doors and left.
Walking down the hallway, Tom made his way to the experiment cells. He walked past every victim and patient without a second thought to help them. There were men, women, children, families, all in glass cages. Some were insane, some were new. Some were nice, and some had to get rabies shots. Tom liked this. He found happiness and strength when making fun of them. It was like a circus. You come into the show, laugh at the freaks who preform, and leave. He watched as a scientist preformed more and more tests on a subject. The man behing the glass screamed in pain. Tom stopped and turned his head. "LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT PLEASE!" the man shouted. He had a heavy brittish accent and looked like he was in his mid forty's. "PLEASE! I HAVE A FAMILY! A WIFE A-AND TWO DAUGHTERS PLEASE! I CAN'T LEAVE THEM!" he shouted. The scientist grumbled in annoyance. Tom understood why. It was either rotting in a prison cell, or this. Tom walked over to the scientist. "La meg takle dette." he spoke. The scientist nodded and watched. Tom pressed a button on the control panel. "It's either “All hail Red Leader,” or you die." he ordered, speaking to the test subject through the microphone. "Never!" the man exclaimed, "I will never submit to him!" Tom sucked in some air and pressed the button again. "Alright." he said. He pressed another button. A ringing sound came through the man's ears. He held his head, screaming in pain. "STOP IT! IT HURTS!" he shouted, groaning and wincing in agony. Tom continued to leave his finger on the button, staring into the man's eyes the whole time with a blank expression. The man dropped to his knees. "PLEASE! PLEASE STOP! MY FAMILY!" he begged once again. "I'll tell them you said bye." Tom said. The man screamed one final time before his whole head exploded.
There were guts, brains, and blood everywhere. The scientist stared in horror. The limp body of the man lay lifeless on the floor and blood painted the walls, his brains followed. Tom looked to it, unphased. He sighed and smiled to himself. He took his walkie-talkie and spoke into it. "Clean up in cell thirteen." he sighed. "Don't worry," he said to the scientist, "I'll get you another subject." He then walked off, leaving the horrified scientist to ponder over what he had just witnessed.

Just another normal day.

Edd sighed. The people were talking. "Will he be back mama?" one kid asked. "I don't know honey." the mother answered. "He's so kind. I swear, I would've been dead by now it it weren't for him." someone else spoke. "I know right? Man, I wish he were here right now." another said. Edd chuckled to himself. To them, Tom was their hero. A saint, a sheep in wolf's clothing. Everyone waited for him to come back. However, he never did. Days, weeks and nothing. People were starting to complain.
One day, a black figure turned up. He was short and had virtual eyes that lit up the room. Almost everyone cheered, while trying to be silent at the same time. It was Tom! He was back! Edd smiled but noticed he wasn't carrying any food. Instead he walked up to someone's cell and opened it. He walked in and grabbed the child. Edd looked closer. Oh no. It was them. The mother and daughter Tom wanted to help. Tom gripped the child's arm and pulled her forcefully. The girl clung onto her mother. She cried and didn't let go. Tom let go of the girl and took out his gun, pointing it to the mother's head. Tears flowing down their eyes, the mother and her daughter backed up into one corner. Everyone who was close enough watched. "W-Why are you doing this..?" the mother whispered. Tom smiled ominously. "Because why not?" he answered, "Now give me the fucking child!" The girl cried harder as she hung onto her mother. "Never." her mother spoke. Tom clicked his tounge. "That's too bad. I can make this bullet go through both of your heads." he said, shoving the gun onto the woman's head. "Mommy! I'm scared!" the girl exclaimed. "You should be." Tom said. He turned and took the girl by surprise, dragging her out of the cell. "MOMMY! NO! NO!" the girl sobbed. The mother cried and sobbed harder. "MY BABY! DON'T WORRY MOMMY'S GONNA BE OKAY!" she exclaimed. Tom rolled his “eyes.” The circles on his headset moved in a circle, showing his expression. "Jesus fucking Christ, stop crying!" he exclaimed, hitting the girl with his gun. Her cheek was bleeding and she cried harder. Tom, being fed up and out of patience, pointed the gun back at the mother and shot her twice in the head.
Everyone gasped and turned away, not wanting to be next. The little girl held back tears and sniffled. "Mommy.." she whispered. Tom smiled. "That's much better." he said. He dragged the girl back down the hallway, leaving everyone in shock. Edd blinked. He was at a loss for words, just as everyone else.

That was not the Thomas Hartley Rose he knew.