Let the Arrow Fly (Dream x oc fanfic) [DISCONTINUED]

9: Oh, how the tables have turned

A/N: Thank you so so much for the 200 reads! Who knows, I might do some heated scenes in the next few chapters, but not smut ;). Here's a long chapter, so sit back with a snack and relax. I hope you enjoy!

TW: Slight violence, mention of torture

She grinned at him.

Not a happy one, but a smile of a sadist. The same one she gave her people after she forced his friend to flee in the night.

She watched as a spark of realization flashed across his face, then melting into fear. Selene advanced towards him, as carelessly as she would be approaching a child. George quickly retreated a few steps back, desperately trying to use the tree cover to hide him.

How naive was he-- and Dream, especially, to think that they had the advantage, to think they could hold power over someone like her.

It was never an ultimatum if there was another option.

His friends sent him into the forest alone to seek her out and strike a deal with her, one that she supposedly could not refuse. They were so severely wrong.

However, there was a small part of him that told him his friends didn't care about him, that they were simply using him to get what they wanted.

That's why they sent you alone to face a woman they knew you couldn't beat in combat, the voice whispered. They know you're still scared of her. You fear her.

He shook those thoughts away. Now was not the time to feel insecure, he chided himself. There was a maniacal woman possibly trying to kill him right now.

Her smile widened as he backed up slowly.

"Time for a bout of deja vu." she cooed, before springing upwards in a somersault and landing on his branch, swinging her sword to and fro, like the ever-beating tick-tocking of a clock.

And George did what any sane person would do.

He ran.

He sprinted away, into the foliage as fast as he could, trying his best to navigate the thick shrubbery back to the castle, where at least he was protected. Meanwhile, the sing-song voice of his tormentor echoed not far behind him. His feet thudded against the soiled ground, so loudly he winced every time he hit the ground. Surely, she knew where he was? He tripped over roots and barrelled into bushes, blood rushing into his head.

"No, no, no," he muttered, holding his head and trying to force back the memories into a dark corner of his mind. But it was too late. He crumpled to the ground as the nightmares he had flowed through his mind.

As soon as she forced him into the cell and left, the guards came for him. Even though he was fairly certain she didn't give them any orders, they tied him up in a chair, bringing in monstrous items he'd only ever seen being used on others. He didn't remember the details. But he did remember that it was excruciatingly painful. His screams filled the night air and surely everyone heard them. But nobody came. At the break of dawn, when they finally relented from inflicting pain on him, he had finally come to the terms that they all hated him in L'manberg. So much that they heartlessly tortured him throughout the entire night. He didn't know why he expected mercy from them. After all, they used to be companions.

Guess people change.

George choked on air when a dull blow was struck on his head, sending waves of pain ricocheting though his head. He fell to the ground sideways, letting the darkness overtake him.

All as doubt nagged him at the back of his mind.

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Selene's murderer-like smile faded once she knocked George unconscious. Her friends had told her what the guards had done to him, and gave them strict orders to never act without her consent again.

"Who knew people could be so blinded by malice," she muttered, about to pick him up.

A sharp blade poking her back halted her in her movements. She froze up, turning her head slightly to see her captor.

A white mask smiled coldly back at her.

"Step away from him." Dream ordered. Selene tilted her head slightly, a smirk gracing her lips. She couldn't let him see her fear. "Can't do that if you'll slice me the moment I move, can I?" she cooed. He grumbled in annoyance and stepped back, but didn't put down the blade.

She swung into action, whipping her sword out and rushing at him. Dream quickly blocked her attack, pushing her blade backwards and spinning a full 360, catching her off guard. She stumbled backwards, attempting to regain her balance-- the point of his sword was dangerously close to her chest, threatening to pierce her heart.

Selene glared at him, defiant. He sighed, shaking his head slightly. "You never know when to give up do you?"

"And you have no idea how to keep your friends close to you, do you?" she retorted. Dream's face hardened and he stiffened up. "What do you mean?" he hissed. She smiled at him sweetly. "I'll tell you if you let me go," she offered.

He shook his head and glared at her. There was no way he was letting her go again. Without taking his eyes off her and keeping his sword at her chest, he awkwardly picked George up with one arm (an incredibly strenuous task, at which Dream's face went red with concentration and his cheeks puffed up, causing Selene to snicker at him) and slung him over his shoulder.

Dream gave her one last grin before twisting his blade around and smashing it on the top of her skull, mimicking the way she had taken out George just as he stepped into the clearing. Selene's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and slumped to the ground.

The world went dark.