Corrupt

Chapter 10: Dream's Story

This chapter took me over four days to make, but I'm happy I finally got it done! I put a bunch of lore in here, so if read it all so future chapters make sense! With this, have fun reading!

Four Years Ago. . .

"Vigilante get back here!" Dream couldn't help but chuckle, green evey gleaming as he jumped onto another roof. He clumsily landed because of a wound on his leg, but he quickly got back up and started running. He had been a vigilante for a long time, something he loved and would never willingly give up. Was it dangerous? Absolutely. Did Dream care? Hell no! At night he was the vigilante Nightmare, a loved vigilante by the citizens and a crime-fighting badass that every hero wished could be.

He wore all black and red, a black mask covering his lower face. He wore a black cloak, his skin-tight shirt red, and pants black with red accents. His shoes were boots, black with red laces. He wore a utility belt on his waist, and covered himself in black protective armor. Whipping his arms in front of him, strings extended from his fingertips, clinging onto the nearest object, letting the man run up the side of a particularly tall building. He switched arms all the way up, climbing onto the roof with heaving breaths. 

"Nightmare! Stop running!" A kick to his side made the vigilante grunt, sliding around the concrete of the floor. He looked up to see a hero staring back down, Awesome Dude, someone who's been trying to get him into custody since he started his vigilanteism ways. This man really knew how to piss him off. 
   
"Really? Still not giving up?" The man huffed, making his way towards Dream. The vigilante quickly stood up, turning around only to meet the sight of another hero. His eyes widened, gasping as he backed up. XD, the hero corporations leader, stared back at him. His mask tilted to the side as Dream hit Awesome Dude's back, finally panicking about the situation. He couldn't be caught! He had a sister to take care of, to protect! 
   
"You're under arrest, Nightmare." XD spat. Dream felt a punch to the side of his head, and finally, he realized he was truly fucked. 

Two Months Later. . .

 Dream sat curled up in the corner of his cell, silent tears escaping his eyes as he shook. Blood covered his face from the bloody nose he gained from the training room, his arms bruised and legs refusing to move. He couldn't believe he had let himself get caught, he can't believe now he was to suffer a fate worse than death. Since his trial, sentenced to death, he had been locked up in Pandora's vault, used as nothing more than a training dummy for the heroes to beat.

He had to accept weird experiments they needed to conduct on him, the last experiment making him vomit to the point he passed out and didn't wake up until a day later. He was scared and didn't know how to handle the situation, let alone the emotions that came with it. Was this how he was to die? He sniffled, squeezing his dull green eyes together as he tried to stop the senseless crying. 

What would Drista think if she saw her brig brother like this? He was sure she saw the report on his arrest, he's sure she saw his sentencing. He's sure, she knew she was all alone now. He had once promised it would be them against the world, and they wouldn't need to ever worry about being alone again. How Drista must be cursing Dream's name, wishing she was never related to him.

A pathetic sniffle left him again, the man curling even further into himself. He wished he was dead, he wished they would just finish him off and save him from the agony they were putting him through. The collar he was forced to wear beeped, indicating his cell was being opened. He squeezed his eyes closed tighter, knowing they wanted him for some type of fucked up experiment again. 

Three Months Later. . .

Dream Sat quietly in the interrogation room, green eyes dull as he stared at the metal table before him. He didn't know why he was here, he hadn't been here since the was, well, his interrogated. Finally, the door opened, revealing Awesome Dude with papers in hand. Dream watched, face devoid of any emotions as he sat down. Finally the hero looked at him, his green eyes taking in Dream, quickly turning from a neutral look to darkened with sadness. He didn't understand that and chose to ignore his weird reaction.