Into you // DreamNotFound

Chapter 14

It was a cold room.

Cold and hard.

George's head stung as he tried to move it, soon giving up as he laid there with his eyes shut. This definitely wasn't his room but realisation soon hit him as he started to remember last night.

The club.

The numbness of the alcohol.

The male with the face mask that had a smile painted on it.

George turned his body, groaning slightly from the sudden pain as he felt his back hit the cold hard floor. He opened his eyes slowly to be greeted to a cream ceiling. Turning his head slightly, his eyes adjusting to the room as he examined it. It was an empty small room, not even a bed nor window in it. Surprisingly it wasn't too dark, most of the rooms light coming from the cracks in the door. His mind still hadn't clocked in where he was but all he knew is that he wasn't anywhere in the syndicate. That alone was making George more on his guard.

George tried to move his hands to prop himself up but soon realised that they were handcuffed to some chain that was behind him that rattled as he moved them.

This wasn't jail right-?

No... couldn't be. He wouldn't be given a empty room that looked completely normal apart from its missing furniture. No bars... Not to mention that he still had the same clothes on from last night. What the hell was this place and how did he end up here.

This was one huge reason why he didn't drink. At least when he wasn't drunk he could remember where he was or what he did. Instead, he could just remember blurs of what happened yesterday. Was it even yesterday?

He tried to move himself against the wall without using his hands but soon stopping as he heard the door being unlocked, soon opening and a male walking in.

George seemed to become more frantic in sitting up as he saw the male holding a sharp object, walking towards him at a fast rate.

The other pressed the sharp object to George's neck, the reek of alcohol hitting George instantly. His back was flat against the wall, head up high as he look at the male in front of him, trying desperately not to show a sign of fear. He couldn't let a possible enemy know he is scared.

The other was tall, somewhat built bigger. Fluffy hair and a beard that seemed neat. He was wearing a black suit with a blood red tie. They looked wasted, their face scrunched up and posture being slouched. Where the hell was he-

"I TOLD HIM I COULD DO IT! THE FUCKER REALLY THOUGHT HE WAS BETTER" the other said, laughing maniacally as he pressed the blade tighter against George's neck. The Brit didn't dare to move, too scared that if he did the blade would pierce his neck. He just glared at the male, internally begging he would leave him alone.

"That's enough Schlatt. We need him alive, you said so yourself" a voice behind him said. George looked behind the male labelled as Schlatt almost cursing when he noticed who was behind him.

The same guy from yesterday.

Fucking great...

Schlatt pulled away as he looked at the masked male, smirking to himself and walking forward. "Oh what would I do without my precious dream..." so that was his name? What a stupid name. Who would even have a nick name like that. He was FAR from a dream.

Dream just stood there, tightening one of the leather straps that was across his chest. "You did a good job getting him... nice and quick. Just how I like it." The male wobbled a little as he walked over to Dream. He was most definitely drunk. Who even was he? George found it difficult to believe that he was the great leader Schlatt that everyone spoke about. He was most definitely in the Manberg base but surely this person wasn't Schlatt. Surely this was some other guy with the same name. A brother maybe?

"Of course. He will be useful. Though that means you can't kill him. Not yet at least." his voice was cold, emotionless. It was a lot different to what he would have expected it to be. Even though he hadn't heard the males voice before in the club, the smirking male made George think that his voice would be prideful... cocky even. George watched silently, frozen in place. He was too shocked to feel the aching of his body.

Not to mention the feeling of throwing up.

He was literally in the manberg base.

What the actual fuck-

Philza would kill him once he got back.

LITERALLY-

Unless he died before Phil even got the chance-

Schlatt walked over to dream, Dream trying to take the knife out of the others hand but being pushed away instead. "DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME-" Dream did as told and took a step back, putting his hands up slightly to show him that he wasn't going to do anything. He knew that not everyone was as caring as Phil but George really did wonder how people started working for such selfish arseholes like Schlatt.

The tall male straightened his tie as he looked at George, a disgusted look on his face "your job is to look after this thing, at least for the mean time. Shouldn't be too hard. If anything, just get Bad to drug him or something. I don't care" and with that he walked out of the room leaving the two behind.

George let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, looking at the masked male. He was starting to feel the ache in his body, wincing slightly every time he moved. What the hell did they put into him. Whatever it was, it didn't kill him but definitely knocked him out cold for a good amount of hours. Not to mention how his body was practically screaming at him from pain.

Dream walked over to George, George trying to move back with his legs. He stared straight at the others mask.

God was that smile so stupid...

"If I were you I would behave... if you want to make it out of here alive of course." His voice was less monotone than before yet still serious.

"You have no power over me" George spat out. He didn't want to bossed around by some guy who hides his face and works for a sworn enemy of the syndicate. What an absolute loser to think he was better than him.

The other snorted as he kneeled down to look directly at George, lifting his face up by his chin "you sure about that?"

"You can kiss my ass, I won't do anything for you."

"Sure..." with that, Dream got up and started heading out of the door, closing it behind him and leaving George inside.

In silence.

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•slightly shorter chapter but George and Dream moments finally
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