It Was Never the End DreamNotFound

Chapter 21

George POV

Exhaustion settled in as soon as George laid down. He fell asleep before Dream, vaguely aware of the dirty blond tucking a blanket over his body as he drifted off.

Soft whispers caressed George's mind as he slept, slowly accompanied by images. And then it happened.

Opening his eyes, he found himself standing in a room with smooth white walls lined with delicate green vines. He was back in the body of the other "him".

George watched helplessly as his body moved on its own, as though he were simply watching  through those heterochromatic eyes. The him in the dream appeared to be extremely worried about something. That's when this dream quickly turned into a nightmare.

The images began flashing faster through his mind in a confusing blur. There was incoherent yelling, a familiar voice sobbing nearby. Blood stained George's hands as he struggled to stop the bleeding of a wound on a person who's face he couldn't see. 

There was a loud crash, a flurry of black scales, a rush of horror. George screeched as a massive black talon pierced his chest. Pain unlike anything he ever felt consumed him. He could feel his own hot blood gushing from his body, his limbs growing cold. 

The pain burned white in George's mind, leaving him speechless as it tore through his chest and ripped into his very being. 

There was a blur of scarlet-splattered white feathers, strong arms wrapping George in a warm embrace. It took George a moment to realize he was back in the winged man's lap, his strength seeping out of his body. George felt the desperation to stay with the winged man as death stole his breath away, dimming his vision and deafening his hearing. 

George whimpered as the scenes replayed over and over again, speeding up with each restart. Fear, unbearable pain, and grief crashed through his mind in a fierce battle to destroy him. 

Stop, stop, please. George wanted to cry, scream, anything, as the nightmarish scenes grasped his mind in a cruel grip, digging in its dark claws and consuming his body. Wake up, wake up, wake up.

George's eyes shot open to a dark room. Terror clouded George's mind as he grasped his chest, the memory of his body being pierced still leaving phantom pain. Soft fabric brushed his fingertips as he frantically searched for a wound. 

George was vaguely aware of another voice speaking to him, of gentle but firm hands attempting to grab his wrists. Bloodstained hands flashed through George's mind as he struggled against his restraint, panic blocking his logic. 

He was just beginning to recognize the voice when he tore an arm free, desperately dodging the person on top of him. Swinging his arm back, George felt smooth material catch on his hand. Soft skin brushed his fingertips, followed by a clattering sound.

George's breath caught in his throat, his consciousness sharpening back to reality. 

A pair of emerald eyes were stretched wide with a hurricane of emotions crashing through the vibrant green depths. Dirty blond hair fell over his forehead, a scar sliced over his nose. Another scar trailed up from his jawline to his cheek.

Dream's face was exactly identical to the winged man's, down to each faint freckle painting his cheeks with beautiful constellations. 

Dream was frozen, his pale pink lips parted slightly in shock. George stared at him, unable to believe his eyes. He had never seen Dream's face before, and yet his mind had conjured up an exact replica. 

Reaching up slowly as though approaching a wild animal, George traced Dream's scars with his fingertip. Dream flinched, but didn't pull away. His eyes bore into George's.