DNF Sociopath

chapter 2

I awoke to gunshots, and blaring alarms. My mind still blurry from sleep, I slowly sat up to someone shaking me, before another voice chimed in,

"Okay Sap, I think he's awake now, you can stop shaking him, you might cause him brain damage." The voice said. As I opened my eyes, confused and disoriented. Shaking the remnants of sleep, I pushed Sapnap away as the power went out,

"He's in, Dream is here George! The locks aren't electric so your safe, just don't open the door for anyone, only you have the keys so you should be safe as long as you stay in your cell, wait for help to come, but just in case" Sapnap handed me a gun, flipping off the safety. "This is just in case he does get in and you need to defend yourself. Understood?"

I nodded, and they left as the sound of gunshots increased, my breathing quickened, and I felt my heart beating at an unbelievably high rate. I took deep breathes as I calmed down, my hands stopped shaking, closing my eyes again, I sat on the bed, holding my pillow, as I focused and set the gun down on the nightstand, I listened to my surroundings, until the soft tapping of shoes caught my attention. It was coming from the hallway as the doors leading to the nicer cells were opened and a man wearing a police uniform came through, his cap was covering his eyes and a scarf covering his mouth and nose.

"George, he's gone, we need to get you to a safer location as soon as possible, quick before he comes back, please just open the door so we can get you out." Something felt off, but I ignored it, standing up and walking over with my hand hovering above the doorknob. If Dream was gone, why was the power still out, and didn't Sapnap say not to open the door... I yanked my hand away from the knob like it was on fire, and retreated further back into the cell, as the Police officer tilts his head confused

"What is it? C'mon kiddo, open the door, its safe now I swear" he urges. As i shook my head. Grabbing the gun and pointing it at him, but my hands were shaking,

"It's you" I whispered as he laughed lightly

"Guess you caught me, names Dream, and I know your name, because I've been searching for you for years, George." Dream said as he pulled off the cap and scarf revealing a mask, the same smiley mask that haunted me the last few days.

'as long as he can't get in, I'm safe' I thought as he paced back and forth in front of my cell, I sat down on the bed, pointing the gun at him, as he surprised me as he said in a soft familiar friendly voice,

"Put the gun down, George, you're going to hurt yourself"

"What....?" Why did that sound so familiar, as a memory flashed through my head, 

 "Clay look what I have!"

 "George put it down your going to hurt yourself."

 "Aww. Okay I trust you clay"

A massive headache tore into my head as I dropped the gun falling over on the ground. Holding my head. My vision blurred as a wave of dizziness hit me like a wave. I close my eyes as he chuckles.

"You seem to be feeling a little dizzy, you alright Georgie" make it stop. These familiar feelings, I want to remember but 2 sides are at war in my head, one saying "Don't remember, don't make yourself remember, you don't want to know the truth" that side was winning, however "your curious about what meanings lie beyond these memories, you want to know why you're seeing them." A cruel game of tug of war. I'm shivering, not from the cold, but from the mentality that I forgot something very big, and important, something my little kid mind sought to forget.

"I can help you, help you remember all the things you wanted to forget. You always were forget- "

"STOP!!!" I yelled, shaking, putting my hands over my ears, "STOP IT!! GO AWAY!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" tears streamed down my face as I shook uncontrollably. I slid down the wall, as Dream leaned forward. Seemingly enjoying my reaction or maybe it was just the damn mask he was wearing over his face.

"I can't George, ever since I saw you, I knew I had to have you. No matter what anyone else says." He said in a somewhat soothing voice, I felt guilty that he was good at making me let my guard down. Around this guy, I felt somewhat comfortable by his presence.

"Why...?" I asked in a quiet voice, meaning my question. Why would he pick me, I'm not unique or special? I'm just an ordinary British student, who got caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Why did he have an interest in me? Why did he go after my only living family left? Just.... Why?

"You want answers?" he asked in a soft voice, "I kill for revenge, for all the people that wronged me, your mother was already on the list. Wanna know why?" Voices and footsteps echoed outside the doors, but Dream didn't make any attempt to move, just leaned in closer to the bars, "She stole you away from me."

End of chapter 2