Murderer in love

chapter 6 :)

It was dark and cold and all I could see is the candle in the middle of the room.

I felt someone watching me from the corner of the room. I could kind of make out the figure out a well built male but I wasn't to sure seeing as I probably had a concussion due to whatever happened to my head. 

I tried to move my hands but I could feel something holding me to the chair.
I tried to move my legs but nothing worked. It was like I was frozen but not actually cold. 

authors pov (idk I felt a bit weird writing using I and me and stuff)

"hello?" George said while looking around the room and trying to move.

"I would stop trying to move if I were you" 

"hey hey who's there" George said panicky.

"oh come on now, George, you know me" 

George was searching through his memories trying to figure out what happened before he passed out. 
Georges face dropped after he remember the last person he ever saw before waking up in this room.
The FBI guy Robinson. 

(woo look at me go I remember his name.. I think... I hope I cant be bothered to go check his alias name is now just Robinson.)

"r-robinson?" George says shakily not quiet understanding what was going on.

"haha wow you really fell for all that FBI and robinson stuff, you're to gullible George you really need to work on that, bad things can happen, oh wait, things are already bad, you don't even know where you are right now, obviously... I drugged you"

Dream slowly started to walk towards George. He could see dream slowly coming towards him, even though he couldn't see much, the flame coming from the candle was just enough to see a lot of things around the room.

George could see the walls of the room were a stone brick like texture and most of the corners of the rooms either had loads of dust, spider webs or both. This made George start to think about where he could be.

"we're in a basement aren't we" George says looking towards the dark figure.

"good job, you figured out the most easiest detail congrats here's a rock" dream says as he leans over and picks up a small rock off the ground and throws it towards George hitting him on the head.

"ow that hurt" 

"obviously it would, its a rock. are you really that dumb George"

"w-what no, why are we even talking about this, what do you want from me? why am I here?"

"hush hush, not so many questions, we just got here"

"what the fuck is going on" 

"what did i just say about asking questions." dream stated in a very harsh tone that scared George so much.

"s-sorry" 

"yeah you better be sorry, jeez" dream said while walking towards a wall further away from the candle.
George couldn't see dream anymore but all of sudden he heard a scraping metal sound as if something was being dragged against the floor.
George looks really closely as to where the sound is coming from and he can see Dream dragging a metal chair across the floor and placing it where he was standing previously.

"so, George" dream says exadurating the name, "how close are you to catching that serial killer?" dream continues with a smug look on his face, although George cant see it, he can hear it in dreams tone of voice.

"huh, why do you want to know about that... holy shit.... y-your the murderer"

"that's right George good your catching up, now to dumb it down for you in more simple words, i tricked you so I could kidnap you and use you to get information" 

"so... is Robinson even your real name?" George said trying now to sound scared, but it didn't work one bit.
George sounded terrified

"you scared there Georgie" 

George flinched at the nickname, he didn't like it one bit.

"you are, wow way to show me show respect" 

"respect, I should give you, respect? after everything you've done, to all those innocent people." 

"innocent people! innocent people you say, all the people I killed deserved it, and when your dead you will have deserved it to."

George stopped moving, his heart skipped a beat and he could feel him his body start to panic.

"your gonna k-kill me..." 

"oh Georgie did you think you were gonna get out of here, your never leaving this basement... ever."

"holy shit." George said relaxing into his chair accepting the fates that were gonna come to him in the next couple days, or even next couple hours.
There wasn't really anything George could do...
unless, what if George tried to gain sympathy from Dream to then eventually be let out.

"well, there's not much I can do then, what do you want to know?" George said looking down towards the ground. 

Dream and George talked about the ongoing investigation for what felt like hours, until for some reason, it kind of just turned into a normal conversation, or I guess a "sad" normal conversion.

"so.. why did you become a detective?" dream said intriguingly 

"it was when I was around 18 I had just graduated high school and was just working a boring part-time job trying to apply to different collages to try and work towards getting some sort of computer degree, and I was walking home from work when I found my mother, killed in my own house, so ever since then I've been trying to find her killer. not much luck, and ill never find them anyways now that I'm here."

-dream pov-

wow I cant believe I've done this to George he's already gone through so much grief in his own life and now I'm ending his. 
Dream wtf why are you feeling sorry for him, this is what you do, your a murderer.

"okay well um.. I better get going ill bring down some food in a bit.. bye George." 
I'm about to walk away when I remember something

"by the way, my real names Dream." 

--------

WOOO ANOTHER CHAPTER DONE AYY
I have so many cool ideas planned for the future chapters and I cant wait to be able to finally finish writing all of them and show them to you guys :))

word count: 1053 words