Mission Failed Successfully // DreamNotFound

Chapter 8

George felt like the world was paused in time for a moment as he scanned Sapnap's worn face. His longish black hair flopped over half of his face, most of it trying to be held back by a white bandana but miserably failing. But his eyes. His joyful, mischievous hazel eyes, were dull. Sapnap's stature and expression gave off the impression he was on the breaking point.

What had Wilbur done to him?

"How?" George said, looking up at Wilbur, who was watching him with a slight smirk. He tugged Sapnap further into the light and pointed to a chair at the dining table, which Sapnap sat down in immediately.

"I didn't bring him in here for a family reunion, George." Wilbur placed his hands on the table, staring down at George, who redirected his gaze to Sapnap. Sapnap stared at the table in front of him, breathing evenly.

"If you don't sign those papers right now, I'll kill him in a way no man wishes to die. I'm losing my patience, sign." Wilbur swiftly untied George's left arm again and stood at his side, watching intently as George raised it to the tabletop. George sighed, looking up at Sapnap once more before staring down at his documents.

"I'll sign these, if you let him and me go." George said, refusing to meet either of the two's gazes. He could hear Wilbur shuffle slightly beside him in thought. "Alright, we have a deal."

George took a deep breath, before quickly signing the packet of papers, pushing back the thoughts that told him not to. He was saving Sapnap by doing this, if not himself. He could only pray that Wilbur would hold up his end of the deal, and God knows if he would.

George looked up as he finished and pushed the papers forward, Wilbur eagerly scooped them up and scanned them. Wilbur stood with his back to him, as he let his hands fall back to his sides. "Oh, George. You didn't really think after all that," He reached up into a front pocket of his coat and pulled out a silver dagger, reflecting cruelly in the yellow kitchen light. "That I would be able to let either of you go? Did you?" George watched in shocked horror, unable to move as Wilbur laughed and threw the dagger.

It didn't miss its mark.

The first sign of life Sapnap had made while George had been in his presence, was him reaching up to his torso. Where the dagger that had been a second before in Wilbur's possession, was now embedded in his chest.

Red bloomed on Sapnap's dirty white t-shirt, and he gasped as he looked fearfully up into George's eyes. "George?" It was like Sapnap was seeing him for the first time, was he so broken he didn't recognize his very best old friend?

"Sapnap!" George cried, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, Wilbur watched the whole exchange with an amused smile. That sick twisted little shit. George was going to kill him. He was going to strangle Wilbur, and watch with glee as the life faded from his brown eyes.

"We had a deal!" George shouted with rage, tearing his gaze from Sapnap's fallen figure to stare teary-eyed and fuming at Wilbur. Wilbur crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at George, "You should know by now that I'm not to be trusted." He stepped forward and before George could move, he tied his arm back up again, tighter.

George never felt more hopeless. He let the tears fall as Wilbur untied him from the chair and pulled him deeper into the house, before throwing him into a dark cellar with no windows.

He had no choice. If he didn't sign the papers they would both die, but if he did, he was still going to. Wilbur had already probably killed Sapnap. George could only hope it was a painless death.

Maybe, by some amazing miracle, this was all just a very bad vivid dream.

George waited until Wilbur's shuffling around the house had stopped and dried his tears with his shoulder, as his arms and legs were still secured in rough rope. He sighed as he laid in the suffocating dark, and refused to dwell on the fact that Sapnap was dead. If he did, the tears would only return stronger, and he needed a clear head to be able to escape.