Mission Failed Successfully // DreamNotFound

Chapter 3

George's eyes fluttered open, dim light shining through a curtain drawn over a window beside him. He tried to turn over, but a sharp pain in his side drew a sharp breath from him and he froze, scanning the room he was in and trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his stomach.

It was just a normal bedroom. Gray walls and a black nightstand next to the bed he was lying on. Windows with white curtains closed over them and dim sunlight trying to seep through.

George sat up carefully, gently massaging his bruised jaw. He glanced down at his gunshot wound, noticing he was wearing a slightly oversized shirt (not his own), and lifting it to inspect his injury. Bandages wrapped around his stomach and the blood was cleaned from the area.

He let go of his shirt in wonder. Had someone found him and saved him from his near death with the strange man last night? Shouldn't he be in the hospital then? George was so confused. And what did they do with my gear and clothes?

He got up slowly and making sure to not jostle stomach too much, he limped to the door on the other side of the room. He quietly opened the door, peeking out into a long hallway. Doors lined the walls and not a soul was present. Huh.

But his being alone was short-lived, as he suddenly heard footsteps from somewhere down the hallway getting closer. Are they coming to me?

Not risking anything, George slipped out into the hallway and shuffled to a door silently, gritting his teeth against the pain. Quickly he opened the door and thankfully it was just an empty, and neatly organized office of sorts.

Clicking the door shut behind him, George held his ear to the smooth wood, straining his ears as he heard the person getting closer.

The said person must have gone into George's room because he heard a gasp and then running footsteps past his door. The person had run back down the hallway. George breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't rest now. They were probably going to look for him, or tell someone he was gone. He needed to find his stuff and get out.

He turned away from the door and held his stomach in pain as he knelt to the floor again, breathing heavily. Just the short walk had taken everything out of him. How long was he out for?

Multiple footsteps ran past the office room he was in and George grimaced. He couldn't let them find him, he was in no shape to fight.

Doors were opened and slammed shut and George felt his heart quicken in fear. They were checking the rooms. He needed to find a hiding spot, and quickly.

He scanned the room, looking for a decent hiding spot, but the only place he could possibly go was under the desk in the back of the room. It would have to work.

George shuffled over to the desk, letting out a gasp of pain as he stretched his stomach a bit, he could feel the wound reopening and the warm blood seeping through the bandage slightly. Ugh. He reached the desk and slid under, the front of it reaching the ground and allowing himself to be completely concealed. He could only hope they weren't checking the rooms too thoroughly.

He had barely made it under the desk in time, before the door to the room swung open and he could see two pairs of shoes walking into the room from under the crack of the desk. George had to pause in his motion, holding himself at an awkward and painful angle in his hiding spot.

He inhaled his gasps of pain and squeezed his eyes shut. Please hurry and get out! The two people in the room stood still as they searched the room with their eyes, and George heard one of them hum, "Where do you think he could have gotten too?"

The other man must have shrugged, "He was shot. He couldn't have made it far, besides he was just here 10 minutes ago."

George heard the first man mumble something incoherently and the two men went to leave the room. George moved his leg up slightly and gasped in pain as he brushed his stomach area. Shit, shit, shit.

"Did you hear that?" The second man asked, turning quickly to face George's direction.

The other man didn't answer, and George silently begged God above that they didn't think much of it. But luck wasn't on his side that day, for one of the men speedily made his way over to the desk and George locked eyes with a blonde haired boy, "I found h-" He started, but George straightened up suddenly, ignoring the pulsing pain in his side and towered over the younger boy.

A gasp of surprise was heard from behind the two and George knew the other person had seen him. "Dream! He's here!" George punched the boy in front of him, the blow throwing him to the ground. And George turned to the other man, but to his surprise it was a younger boy as well, a brunette. "TOMMY!"

The brunette ran forward to attack George, but Goerge had expected this and stepped to the side, pushing the boy to the ground beside the groaning 'Tommy'. The two stared up at George terrified, but he turned to run out the room, blood dripping down his replaced clothes.

His heart sank as he stared into the eyes of 6 other men, he stood no chance. Maybe even with him in full health. In one last stand, he spun and grabbed the younger looking boy, the brunette, and held him in a chokehold. Two of the men tried to rush forward, but George stopped them, panting from pain and exhaustion, "DON'T COME NEARER! I'll kill him!"

The men all froze, glancing to the tallest of the group, someone who looked oddly familiar to George. "Let him go." The blonde, green eyed man asked George. Warning flickering behind his eyes, but George didn't heed the warning. "Who are you all, and what are you doing with me?" George said, struggling to not buckle his knees and faint in front of the group.

"George." George stared daggers at the green eyed man, "I'm the guy." The man said simply, holding his hands up, George cocked his head in confusion, "What?"

"I'm the guy you see at the river."

George froze, shock shooting through him like a bullet, weakening his hold on the boy, who slipped out of his grip and rushed to Tommy's side. This was the man who he saw almost every night? "And why should I believe you?" He said, his voice shaking slightly from the pain.

"I'm the one with the smile mask and the green hoodie."

Recognition flowed through Geroge's brain and he swept his eyes over the supposed man. The blonde hair, tallness. It all pretty much matched up, besides, only the man on the other side of the river would know of the two. This had to be the guy.

George backed up to a wall and slid down, breathing quickly. They had found him, were they going to kill him? Turn him in? He could feel himself on the brink of a panic attack.

Smile ran up to him, brushing Geore's hair from his face, "George? You ok?"

George shook his head and tried to breathe normally, but the pain in his side and the patronizing glares from the other people in the room were suffocating him. Smile shook him slightly to get his attention, "Breath, George. I'm not going to hurt you, ok? You don't need to worry."

George nodded his head and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, "My.. side." He gasped out, and Smile glanced down at his stomach, concern filling his eyes. "Alright, Punz, Sam help me out here."

Two men stepped forward, shooing the rest out the door and kneeling beside Smile to help George up. The pain from moving, racked George's body and he cried out, Smile rubbing his shoulder in worry as they carried him to the room George had previously been in.

The men carefully laid George down, and Smile waved them out of the room, door clicking shut behind them softly. "Take these, George." Smile said, handing George a bottle of pills and a glass of water, both of which had previously been sitting on the nightstand.

George greedily gulped down the pain relievers and closed his eyes, refusing to meet Smile's gaze. "Who are you?" He asked, breathing slowly as he waited for the relief to kick in.

The blonde stood above George and smiled softly, concern still etched in his brow.

"You can call me Dream." 

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