The purge - Vengeance day | DNF | Oneshot (Sequel of my previous oneshot purge)

Revenge... at last

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WARNING: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN GORE, BLOOD, MURDER AND OTHER TRIGGERS THAT MAY BE UNCOMFORTABLE FOR SOME READERS, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

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"George" 

George opened his eyes, finding himself in an endless void, everywhere he looked there was nothing but darkness.

"George"

He sharply turned around, scanning the emptiness around him.

"George"

"Who's there?! Who are you!? Show yourself!" he shouted, more distressed than angry, as his voice trembled a bit.

"George..." this time the voice sounded closer "George... it's me"

George froze, noticing that... he knew... he remembered this voice... he knew who it belonged to.

"D..." he turned around once more, seeing a faint light in the distance "Dream?" his voice was wavering "George..."

"Dream..." he stared to walk towards the light. The walk soon turned into a jog, and then into a sprint, until he was running as fast as he could towards the voice. That voice that belonged to the man he loved.

"Dream!" he called, overjoyed as he saw his shadow stand in front of the light, recognizing the familiar silhouette.

"George..."

"I'm coming!" he shouted back, running faster.

But...

After a few minutes of running, he started to realize that the light wasn't getting any closer to him. Still, he refused to give up!

George ran. He ran for what felt like hours. He ran until his lungs felt like they were exploding. He ran until his legs gave in and his body crashed against the cold, black floor, panting heavily.

"George..."

He looked up, pained to notice that his loved one was extending a hand towards him, but he was too far. Still, George did the same, in the vane hope that their hand would somehow make contact and Dream would pull him into a tight embrace, never to let go.

"Please..." he begged "I can't... I just can't keep doing this..." he sobbed out "I can't keep going... not like this... not without you..."

"George..."

"Dream please... please... I..."

"George..." his voice kept echoing in his head as he was slowly brought back to reality "George!" he got startled awake, noticing that his younger sister was next to him.

"Finally! Jeez, you sure are one hella of a heavy sleeper" she commented sarcastically "Mom made breakfast, come eat it before it gets cold" she said, immediately running out and back downstairs to eat her food.

George groaned, blinking a few times to adjust to the light in the room, he slowly sat up, seeing his reflection in the mirror to the side, only now noticing that he was crying.