Champion ~ Book 1

Chapter 22

Dream gripped the railing so tightly his knuckles began to turn white. He was leaning so far over that he would most likely have fallen off by now if the railing weren't so high. He could feel Technoblade stiffen beside him and they both know only one of their friends would make it out. The balcony was low enough that Dream could hear the two's voices and he prayed silently that this was all just a dream. Just a really bad nightmare even. 

"George!" He yelled. "George no!" George looked up and spotted Dream standing on the balcony. Dream could just make out his friend's hazel eyes and he knew George was afraid. 

"Dream?" George said. Phil turned slightly and spotted Dream and Technoblade.

"Techno!" He called. Technoblade didn't say anything, his mouth parted slightly in silent shock. He was dead though! Dream thought. I watched Techno kill him! Dream's hands were numb now and he was now just clinging to the hope that the two wouldn't fight. He prayed that by some miracle George would walk away alive, even if it meant Phil dying and Technoblade hating Dream for the rest of his life. 

"Let the fight begin!" At first, nothing happened and Dream relaxed slightly, until Phil swung his sword, hitting George on the shoulder. George yelped and staggered back as Phil swung again.

"I need to go back to my friend!" Phil growled. "Five years of my life have been taken from me, I need to spend some time with Technoblade!" George yelped again but this time he caught Phil's blade and flung him backward. The fight wasn't as epic as Dream presumed Technoblade and his own had been but he knew it would end with one winner. Phil and George were evenly matched which made Dream even more worried. If George slipped up once, he'd be dead. But then again... didn't the same go for Phil? Dream remembered fighting Nightshade and how her cape had caused just a moment of distraction, just a moment was all Dream had needed to win the fight. Technoblade is going to kill me. Dream thought.

"Hey, Phil!" Dream yelled, causing Phil to stop and glance at him briefly. George swung, sending Phil backward with a powerful sweep of his blade. Phil gasped and stumble back, barely managing to deflect another one of George's blows. Technoblade whipped around to face Dream, rage in his eyes. 

"You snake!" He snarled. Dream bunched his muscles, preparing for Technoblade to attack him, but he didn't. He turned to one of the guards operating MrBeast from them and yanked a diamond sword from one of their grasps. Dream anticipated a fight once again but instead, Technoblade gripped the railing and flung himself over it, landing a few feet below the balcony on solid ground. Dream gasped and watched as he marched toward the fight with the diamond blade. After a moment he turned to glare at Dream. "You want to play dirty, huh?" He snarled, only a few paces away from Phil and George now. "I'll show you how to play dirty," Dream braced himself, wrenching the other guard's sword from his grasp and throwing himself over the railing as well.

He landed in the arena, sending a cloud of dust flying up around him, and a jolt of pain up his spine. Dream ignored the pain and charged toward Technoblade, bringing his sword up behind his shoulder and lashing out as hard as possible. Technoblade let out a snarl of pain as the diamond sword dug deep into his shoulder blade and turned to face Dream again. Techno swung at him, his movements a bit sloppy because of the deep gash Dream had opened up on his back, but he still managed to land a shallow blow on Dream's arm. 

"Stay out of this," Techno snarled. "I haven't seen Phil for five years and the first time I see him will not be the last!" He lashed out at Dream again but Dream held up the diamond sword and deflected the blow. 

"You killed George!" He snapped. "I deserve to see him again!"

"Then I'll make sure you get to say goodbye before I kill him," Techno snarled, bringing his blade down on Dream's own sword. Dream staggered backward, he knew MrBeast must be enjoying this very much and that fact made him angry. Dream recalled the move Indigo had pulled on Technoblade and ducked, dropping his sword and catching himself with his hands. He kicked out, hitting Techno's shins and causing him to stumble backward. Just like last time, he fumbled and dropped his sword, falling backward as well. Dream grabbed his own blade and leaped to his feet, aiming the sword at Techno's neck.

"I think you were wrong with your odds of me winning," Dream growled. "Because I just won," Techno said nothing, looking both frustrated and shocked. 

"You cheated," He hissed. "You messed Phil up," 

"I can't lose George, not again," Dream growled. Technoblade didn't say anything for a moment before his anger faded, leaving pain in its place. 

"For five years all I thought of was Phil," Techno said. "He's the only friend I ever had, I just found out he was alive and now he's going- he's going to die again," Techno's voice hitched slightly as he spoke. "Because of you," Dream could hear George and Phil exchanging cries of pain as they slowly killed each other and realized how wrong this was. Well, he knew how wrong forcing people to kill each other was, but Dream couldn't just stand by and watch his own friend kill Technoblade's friend. What do I do? Dream thought, staring down at Technoblade who was watching Phil and George now. Dream didn't turn his head but he looked up at the balcony slightly, seeing MrBeast watching them with a grin. 

Dream suddenly had an idea. He didn't move his diamond sword yet as he thought of how this might work. Can I throw that well? Dream thought. Yes... I can throw things pretty well. He'd never thrown a sword, or at least he hadn't done it that often. When he did, it wasn't often he hit his target. I have to try. Dream shifted quickly, shifting his hand's position on the hilt of his sword and brought his back over his shoulder like a javelin. 

Before MrBeast could do anything, Dream threw the sword as best he could. One of the guards moved to try and deflect the sharp object hurtling toward their master but didn't make it in time. The diamond blade stuck MrBeast on one of his arms and he gasped, sliding shakily to his knees after a moment before collapsing in a shallow pool of crimson blood.