Hunter By The Dozen

Chapter 8

Forgetting last week's incident, George and Dream entered the local library, Dream attempting to finally know the location of his family's murderers. As George searched through the library for books he may like, Dream cross-referenced through several books and computers, using dozens of maps. He had asked the librarian ten times for assistance. 

Dream struggled to find the location of the books, the hours speeding by, and the sun dropping more and more into the horizon. He finally gave part of the information of the paper, saying it was for his "missing brother" . The librarian took a look at this now, cross-referencing like Dream did but much more efficiently. Then, after about 20 minutes of research, they looked at Dream, telling him that it was false.

"Wait, excuse me?"

"I'm sorry sir, but I checked. That map of where the person is seems to be fabricated. It doesn't line up with any of my sources. I could be wrong, but I'm never wrong, so, you know."

Dream thanked the librarian and went back to the table where George was sitting, who was now reading an epic novel. He threw himself on the chair and slumped on the table. 

Looking up from his book, George said, "Hey Dream. Something wrong?"

Dream looked up exhausted, and said, "The information. From the picture. Apparently it's fake. They probably made the information up so I won't solve the case before them."

Dream banged his hand on the table, lucky that the library was mostly empty and that they were in a secluded place in the back.

"How am going to find this stupid location?! I can't get anything right!" Dream yelled, tearing forming his eyes. "Can't do anything. Couldn't save my own family that night. Couldn't back down from the Manhunt Enterprises, because I'm a coward. I'm a failure. I'm just a pawn for them. A meaningless, disposable pawn."

The tears ran down Dream's face now, his pale face turned a peachy red. George got up from his book, and began to comfort Dream, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

"Dream, from the several weeks we've been together, I've learned a lot about you. But the most important thing I learned was this: you're not a failure. You're far from it."

George raised Dream's chin so it'll face him directly.

"I know it's hard, but I promise it'll get better. It always does"

George then, in a rash move, leaned in, and kissed Dream. Dream, surprised at first, returned the kiss, sharing a nice tender moment in the library. Then, George's eyes bulged out and now tears formed in his eyes. He pulled away from the kiss and ran down the aisle and out of the library. Dream stood there, alone again, having his thoughts only to accompany him.