Mission Failed Successfully // DreamNotFound

Chapter 2

George spun, throwing his arm up to block most of the blow, the glass shattering on impact. The man threw down the now useless bottle and instead swung a punch at George. The brunette ducked, and whipped his leg around the man's leg to knock him over, successfully causing the man to fall backwards with a crash. George winced as he noticed the man had fallen on the broken bottle glass, that's gotta hurt.

The man groaned in pain and George aimed his bow at his chest, putting his foot on the man to prevent him from getting up, "Who are you?"

The man managed to look astonished even through the pain, stuttering slightly as he stared confused at George, "Shouldn't I be asking you that?!"

George paused, rolling his eyes, "Just tell me who you are." He lifted his bow slightly and the man noticeably gulped.

The man shifted slightly, trying to relieve some of the pressure on his back and inhaled sharply as he just dug the shards deeper into his back, "J-jake."

George smiled, "See that wasn't too hard was it?"

The man shook his head, "Please let me up." And George smiled wider, "Well, it won't do you much good getting up, seeing as how you won't be alive before then."

The man's eyes widened in fear and shock, and in one last attempt to save his life, he tried to bang his elbow on George's leg so he could get up. But George expected that and removed his leg from Jake's chest and shot his bow, the dart landing exactly where he wanted it.

Jake coughed, blood trickling from his neck and mouth. And he spat it out, sitting up dizzily, "You-" He started but he suddenly collapsed, taking one last shuddering breath.

George sighed in relief, glancing quickly outside to check the sky and frowned. He really had to hurry.

Quickly and with much experience, George cleaned up the scene, bagging the body and hurrying out the door. The forest wasn't too far from here, George only having to go 12 or so blocks, but Jake being a bigger guy made the trip all the more exhausting.

As George continued down the streets, he made sure to stay in the alleys and shadowy places as best as he could, for the city was beginning to wake up and he was short on time. He really should have gotten up earlier.

20 minutes later, George had finally reached the river, breathing heavily from the weight of Jake. The water splashed slightly up in his face as he reached the bank and knelt down to finish the deed, throwing Jake's body in like he had with his previous body.

As George finished up and turned to leave, he heard a noise once again and he turned quickly, ready to have to kill another person. But he was surprised once again as he was met with the sight of the same man he had seen a week ago. It was brighter this time and George pulled his goggles over his eyes quickly, afraid the man would recognize his face somehow.

The man stood on the opposite side of the river, throwing in his victim and once again meeting George's eyes. George inhaled sharply as he eyed the man, the other person doing the same.

The man looked to be about his age, tall and blonde tufts of hair peeking out from his green hoodie, a white mask covering the man's face with a creepy black smile drawn childishly on it. This time, George was the one who saluted awkwardly, and quickly left. He needed to get back to his motel before anyone would be awake to see him returning.

As he left, he thought he heard someone call out faintly, but he was already too far away to be sure, or to even go back.

Wonder who he is.

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The next few weeks, George and Smile (as he liked to call the mysterious man with the smile mask) met every now and then at night. Smile had tried to talk to George once, but George had just turned and left, shaking his head. He couldn't let the man know his identity, even if they both were criminals. Wilbur wouldn't approve at all, not that he knew. George thought it best to keep the mysterious meetings with Smile to himself.