Beauty In Death [DreamNotFound]

chapter three

George awoke with the sudden sense of trepidation gnawing at his bones.

He knew he was going to be made to fend for himself today, Dream specifically stated the night before that he didn't want him to stay with them. Still, his heart felt heavier knowing he would have to leave his companions.

The solidarity of knowing he was in safe hands up until now was so comforting that he didn't want to venture outside their warm closure.

George had no particular skills in one to one combat and the fleeting training sessions he had been placed in the few days before he got sent into this game, did not exactly pick at his bones and mould him into the powerful figure of Athena.

He definitely did not have the strength nor muscle mass to compete with the likes, but one thing that could compare him to the Goddess, would be his tactics. He liked to sit at the sidelines and watch his plan unfold, not to take part in it himself.

Georges body was sculpted with a slightly toned abdomen, colours of cream and olive intertwined with one another to paint together his stomach muscles. Though his frame was slender and small, he still managed to have a bit of myo that clung to his brachium and thigh.

As broad sholders reclined to massage out the tired knots in the region below his cervical spine, the muscles underneath the milky skin of his back, rippled tentatively.

Delicate chalk bones winded across his front creating his snowy clavicle that glisened with perspiration, sending a faint kaleidoscope of colours dancing across his face.

He was lenient but tonus.

George wanted to sleep in as much as possible to charge himself up for the day ahead of him but imagined it was hardly even 5 o'clock when he awoke from his slumber and slowly opened his eyes.

Sapnap was snoring in the corner on his pile of sandbags, which ment that Dream was on his look out in the trees somewhere outside.

Slowly George brought himself to his feet, careful not to wake Sapnap. He wasnt thick, he knew that he had no equipment nor resources besides his dagger, and Dream knew this too, he probably didnt expect George to survive another day. However Dream wasnt smart enough to realise that George wasn't going to leave empty handed.

A bow and arrow perched on a log placed around the pre-lit fire.

George treacherously swiped the weapon from the bench and slung the arrows across his back, the bag sitting smugly between his shoulder blades.

Over by Sapnap, laden on some leaves, were the left over meat from last night, cooked to a dark brown. Georges stomach growled in response.

Soft, light footsteps dusted the ground as he edged closer towards the sleeping man, his cardiac muscle beating ten times faster than it should, adrenaline seeping into his veins and fueling his ambition.

His steps grew closer to the destination, careful to step over any twigs that George was scared would make a snapping noise if he put his weight on them. He brought his lower lip between his teeth as he lowered his body down to reach the meat from off the floor.

His fingers outstretched, grazing the food when Sapnap suddently stired in his sleep causing Georges sensory nerves to react, retreating his hand quickly. He was sure he could hear his heart beating its rhythmatic melody from a mile away.

Sapnaps eyes stayed clamped shut when George reached out again and snatched the food from the ground. Careful to not make the mistake of hurrying back, inevitably making noise, he slowly retraced his steps, sidestepping the debris strewn across the floor.

The taste of the meat against his gustatory cells was refreshing.

He sunk his teeth into the flesh, ripping through it at such a fast speed and digesting it quickly before wiping his sticky glazed hands on his bottoms.

Checking that his knife was safe in his pocket, George reajusted the strap across his back and slowly made his way out of the cave.

The cool breeze combed through his hair and kissed at his skin making him shiver.

His eyes flickered across the trees for any sign of Dream, when out of the corner of his eye he recognised the straw hair and started walking in the other direction, silently drifting through the trees.

His fingertips danced across bark as the sunrays parting through the canopies ran its hands down his body and tickled at his pigmented cheeks. The golden light stained his features, licking at every crevice of his face, smothering him with intamacy.

The song of the birds up above his head resonated through his ear drums, the melody stroking at his insides, enchanting him into solidarity. All was quiet except the music that floated in the sharp atmosphere and George did not like it.

The calm before the storm.

Using as much time as he could, he bathed in the peaceful surroundings, forgetting he was ever placed in this game of manhunt.

His heart twisted over and rung itself out of all blood, like a damp cloth at the sound of the scream.

He'd jinxed it.

The quiet bubble was suddenly pierced from all tranquility. The fatal cry sent ripples of malignant sound waves through his body, taunting his thoughts with iniquity, the black obsidian winding its way through pure fantasies, staining everything a dark vermilion in its wake. Purgatory douced his ruminations in a cold wind that even the fires of venus could not counteract.

The scream had sent his nerves into a frenzy, someone was close by and they were causing havoc in his previously calm environment. It was bound to happen but he didnt expect it to happen so soon. Minutes had hardly passed since he had ventured into the outside world but he couldnt help thinking that he was the achillies heel of this downfall.

Before his subconscious could even keep up, Georges legs had started to hurriedly move back in the direction he had came from and towards the fatal cry.

P.s pls comment I need motivation