Mission Failed Successfully // DreamNotFound

Chapter 13

Wilbur entered the room as George's cries rose higher and louder. He smiled slightly, enjoying the situation more than anything. Maybe he should leave George alive, to deal with the grief of losing his friend, but that would only leave more problems for him. He couldn't understand why George was so attached to his nephew. They barely knew each other, at least only for a few months.

George didn't even look up as the tall man entered, he didn't care. He cradled Dream's warm body, the heat giving off a fake sense of hope that he could still be alive. But George could see no rise of the chest, and could hear no heartbeat, he was permanently gone.

And George didn't even say goodbye.

Wilbur clicked his tongue, annoyed at how George was somehow able to escape his restraints, at least he was too focused on Dream to escape while he had the time. Wilbur pulled his gun out of his pocket and raised it to the back of George's head, "Your turn."

George didn't move, he acted as if he didn't know Wilbur was there holding the weapon to end his life just as he had killed the blonde laying unmoving in the brunette's arms.

But as Wilbur moved his finger to trigger the gun, George swung around with his arm, the rage and grief from Dream's death coursing through him, giving him the energy he never knew he contained within him. He swiped the gun out of Wilbur's surprised grip and held it up at Wilbur, who backed up quickly, holding his hands up in surrender.

"You fucking bastard." George seethed, standing up slowly letting Dream's head slide gently onto the floor. It lolled to the side unnaturally, blood beginning to spill from his mouth again.

Wilbur actually looked afraid, and George basked in the feeling, but he didn't want to hear any excuses or words from the person who had caused more pain and sadness in his life than anyone. Without hesitation, and with perfect aim, despite his shaky, tired grip. He fired.

He didn't watch as Wilbur crumpled to the ground. He didn't think as he raised the gun and checked the chamber. He didn't stop himself as he pressed the muzzle to his temple.

George sunk to the floor, curling into Dream's side, the warmth fading slowly. He let the tears fall as he thought about what he was about to do.

He almost laughed, thinking of how the situation he was in reminded him so much of the sweet and sorrowful story of Romeo and Juliet.

Dream taught him to love, but not how to stop.

And that was George's cessation. 

The End. 

I'm so sorry. Really I am, I'm crying right now. But I wanted one story of mine to be a sad story. I can't believe I finished my second book. In like three or so months time too! I'm going to start writing another on soon, dw. I got some good ideas from people and some from myself. I just need to figure out a plot and such. I don't think I'll do another sad one yet. So you're all good. 

Why sad? CAUSE THEY BOTH DED THATS WHY. -G

:)