Operation: Merciless

Chapter Thirty-Seven | Caged

Neither of them spoke during the drive since Dreamer had instructed George into the cage. George had grown fond of the cage since his last move, finding solace in its familiarity. Kardac, being a dog, didn't seem bothered by the cage, which was expected.

They traveled in silence, George avoiding any action that might upset Dreamer further. George's thoughts were consumed with worry for Sam and the severity of his friend's wounds, knowing he wouldn't receive updates.

The drive seemed longer than before, likely due to the unfamiliar location. Was it further away or in a different state? Regardless, it meant being farther from the safety of Technoblade's house and the comforting presence of Sam.

The cage crashed against the wall as Dreamer abruptly stopped the car. George groaned, pushing himself away from the wall, his arms stinging from the impact. His foot had also been caught against the metal bars.

The journey continued with more rough turns and sudden stops. It felt as if Dreamer was intentionally being rough, possibly to torment or punish George. Kardac expressed his displeasure with barks and whimpers whenever his cage was jolted or when Dreamer hit the brakes.

George breathed a sigh of relief when the car finally came to a slow stop. Had they arrived at the new location? Regardless, he would soon be free from his cage, even if only for a few minutes.

However, when the trunk was thrown open, George sensed the malice emanating from Dreamer. It became clear that his hope for freedom was unfounded. He scooted away from Dreamer, pulling his knees up to his chest, feeling both confused and scared.

But Dreamer's focus wasn't on George; it was on Kardac. He yanked the dog's cage, throwing it out of the truck. George didn't know how to react, as he was unable to scream at his captor.

Dreamer inspected the dog briefly before kicking the cage with his foot. Kardac winced but maintained eye contact with Dreamer's emotionless mask, still questioning.

Then, in one swift and almost graceful motion, Dreamer retrieved a gun from a hidden holster.

"Dream! Don't! He's my dog! He's my dog!" George screamed, throwing himself against the cage walls, tears streaming down his face. Dreamer glanced over his shoulder, his pitiless black eyes forcing George to shrink away.

With a single, swift movement, the gun was raised and aimed at the dog. The trigger was pulled, and gunshots echoed in George's ears as the world around him blurred. George gripped the cage and shook it violently, tears and mucus streaming down his face, his temples pounding with anguish.

"KARDAC!"

Dreamer lowered the smoking gun and observed the bleeding body of the dog for a moment. Kardac twitched and took a painful breath, his tail momentarily flapping. Apparently unsatisfied, Dreamer fired again, shooting Kardac through the head.

Kardac, an innocent soul dedicated to George, had loved him unconditionally throughout everything, and now he was dead.

"DREAM!" George screamed, gripping the bars of his cage until his knuckles bled. "Why?" he asked through his tears, unable to tear his gaze away from the blood staining the pavement and Kardac's lifeless coat.

Dreamer responded with another kick to the dead dog's cage and the slam of the trunk door. George screamed once more and pounded against the cage wall, but his efforts were futile, and he eventually fell silent.

The rest of the ride was filled with a heavy silence, interrupted only by George's suppressed sobs of grief.

When they stopped again, George feared that it was another opportunity for Dreamer to torment him further. But at this point, he had nothing left to lose. His best friend was dead, and he suspected Sam was too. He was utterly alone.

As the trunk opened, George felt no emotions. Dreamer glanced at him momentarily before climbing in and grabbing the cage.

George moved as far away from Dreamer as the cage allowed, although it wasn't far enough to escape his reach. Dreamer unlocked the cage placed a blindfold over George's head before dragging him out of the cage.

George stumbled, supported only by Dreamer's grip. He had no idea where he was being taken, and Dreamer had no intention of revealing their destination. George didn't resist; he had no strength left. He had shed too many tears.

The air felt stale as he was dragged down a seemingly endless flight of stairs. The facility must have been located a hundred feet underground, if not deeper. How could Dreamer afford such a place?

George's heels echoed on the concrete, the tremors traveling through his legs. With his sight temporarily impaired, his other senses heightened, allowing him to hear more clearly, feel textures more distinctly, and gain a somewhat disoriented sense of direction.

When the blindfold was finally removed, George found himself in an empty room with a large cage. It was meant for a Great Dane, not a human, but it was slightly larger than his previous confinement. A small improvement, at best.

Flashbacks flooded George's mind as he observed the cage, reminding him of the weeks, perhaps months, spent trapped in the previous cage. He wanted to cry or break down, but he had neither the tears nor the luxury. So, when Dreamer pointed at the cage, George climbed inside silently, behaving like an obedient dog rather than a human being.

The cage was promptly closed and locked before Dreamer departed. Once George was certain Dreamer had left, he allowed himself to break down. There was no longer any point in hiding his emotions. Nothing good ever lasted, especially for George. He had learned not to get attached to anything.

Days dragged on painfully as George remained confined in the cage. He had been picking at the floor since Dreamer's disappearance. The last time he had been in a cage for this long was when Dreamer had been setting up the previous facility. He could only assume that a similar setup was taking place now.

Would Dreamer soon have new victims to torment?

George's stomach growled from hunger, having been denied food. When was the last time he had eaten? Hours? Days? A week?

His throat parched, George understood that the human body couldn't last long without water. That didn't mean Dreamer would provide it any time soon, though.

When the door finally opened, George's tired demeanor flickered briefly with anger, then terror. Dreamer approached and crouched in front of his cage. If he weren't wearing the mask, George suspected Dreamer would be smiling.

George noticed that Dreamer held two water bottles, and he reached out for them. But Dreamer pulled them away teasingly. "No, Georgie! Not yet!" Dreamer chuckled to himself, his voice unnervingly merry.

As much as George despised Dreamer, he only desired water...

Dreamer stood up, taking the bottles with him. Anxious that the water would be taken away, George let out a whine. Dreamer turned around and observed him, then said, "It's nice to be away from other people, just you and me like before."

It felt like a taunt as Dreamer swung the bottles around playfully. He crouched back down, extending the water towards George. Butright as George reached for it, Dreamer abruptly dumped all the water over him, taunting him in his thirst.

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Yo! How's it going y'all! Yes I know harsh chapter, but don't blame me! My old friend Lucie decided it was a good idea to kill Kardac.. I tell you! It was a thought! I didn't expect to actually do it. So if you want to blame someone blame them :)

Stay calm, Stay Alive
Onyx

WHY WOULD YOU KILL KARDAC?! *angry editor noises*

-former editor han