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Well, shit.
No, I didn't get sent to my room or told I couldn't have a dessert. It was much worse than that.
A lemon scent roused me awake and I immediately touched my hands to my face, sighing in deep relief that my mask was still delicately covering my identity. It wouldn't be long before they would ask me to remove it, so, in the meanwhile, my brain was ticking like a little bomb.
"Get your ass up, right now." Something cold touched the back of my neck - the tip of the rifle. The hooded figure cocked the handle, turning it to 'fire' mode. I was ready to jump up and shoot whomever it was before they could me and—
No. I cautiously stood up, the chains rough against my dry skin on my wrists. A breathy chuckle slipped into my ear, and I shivered.
"You can't escape, but at least you haven't met the Boss yet." They stated creepily. "Then you'll be in trouble."
Fingers gripped the edge of my mask and went underneath by my mouth. I grimaced in disgust before I slammed my bottom jaw up, teeth sinking into their – I presume his – flesh. He shrieked loudly.
I fondled with the chains for a minute as the pin from my hair slipped down my sleeve into my grip, and I swiftly unlocked them to release myself.
"Sorry, babe, but I'm an independent man." I taunted with a devilish smirk that he couldn't see. I dug my heel into his chest and pushed with harsh pressure, leaning down to rip his mask off. I gave a flick to his forehead, dragged my own mask down a little so he could see my heterochromic eyes and gave a childish, though unsettling, giggle. "Have a good night."
I whispered gently as I put my mask back on, taking my dagger from my boot sheath and slashing along his forehead, temporarily blinding him as well as making it bleed ferociously. Ouch.
I picked up his rifle, walking away from his desperate body that lay on the floor. Instantly, guards appeared around the corner. I held my breath for a second – less than that. I put my hands up in a surrender position.
"Drop your weapon." A monotone voice commanded. I huffed, placing it gently on the floor while cocked and on 'fire'.
"Can't a guy have some fun around here?" I complained, shuffling my foot toward the rifle as though I were going to step over it.
"Hands up."
"They are."
"Silence!" She yelled, rifle aimed at me. Gladly, I thought.
"Oopsy-daisy." I hiccuped, my toe pushing against the trigger and shooting the guard in the lower shin.
I darted forward, my hand yanking at the cold barrel and pointing it at the other guard's head as she went to fire off. I shut my eyes, wincing a little at the blow and not daring to look at whoever's brain just got shot at. I hooked my foot around her leg and slammed her to the ground, knowing there weren't any more rounds in the rifle chamber so she couldn't fire unless she cocked it.
"Hey! Stop him!" She screamed as I sprinted down the corridor, though having no idea where I was going. My navy blue cloak kept my concealed with my identity. I randomly flung doors open, seeing double doors and running toward them with sharp puffs escaping my nose to regulate my breathing.
The doors banged against the walls and my heartbeat began to raise after what seemed like forever as I met eyes with yellow ones.
Wait, yellow?
Fuck. I hesitated. I writhed against the ground, the man glaring at me with fury.
"Who are you? Remove the mask. Now."
"No." I spat, kicking up and gutting him as I scrambled to my bare feet, holding my dagger out in front of me as my only weapon.
"Remove it. Or I'll be forced to torture you until you do, and I really don't like doing that." He assertively ordered again. I scanned his face and finally recognised him without his mask—
"Dream. I know, kind of intimidating." He acted friendly. "I won't kill you if you remove the mask."
"Don't act all buddy-buddy with me. If I remove the mask, you'll kill me." I hissed, and he smirked, quoting the famous line.
"Nimble as a cat, sharp as a dagger, eh? Don't you wish you were just as important as him."
Good, he doubts that I'm the OutlawNotFound. "Eh? You think I can't be as good as him? What if I'm better? Will you kill me then?"
"Maybe. Are you pretty under that thick skin?" Dream winked. I visibly shivered, and bit my tongue. Gross.
"Flirting with your enemy isn't ideal, Dream." I scoffed. "Gives them time to think." My accent slipped and, by the look on his face, he noticed.
I quickly climbed up the bookshelf, harshly kicking his face when he came closer to give him a nosebleed. I gritted my teeth, then jumped over him so I wasn't pinned against the wall, immediately running away silently.
I could feel the vibrations of his boots against the floor, and I knew that a kick wasn't enough to stop Dream – the Dream.
Eventually, I hooked the window open and dragged my body out of it, thighs burning with lactic acid as I pushed my shaky, weak and malnourished muscles past their limit. I would collapse soon, not to mention that I still had that wound.
I grunted, and my legs gave way. I tried my best to stay perfectly quiet as I crawled to a bush, trying to hide the best I could as my muscles spasmed, cramping up from exhaustion.
Before I knew it, cold air whacked me in the face and my mask was gone, identity revealed.
"I knew it. When you let your accent slip. I gotta say, it was good game to you, but I have to take you back now. Get up." He played then ordered me.
"I..."
"You what?"
"I... can't." I weakly admitted. "I can't without falling." I panted. Dream leaned down to my level, moving my hand away from where the cramp was in my wounded calf, pressing his thumb into the laceration.
I gasped, my head dropping back into the grass as I winced, squeaking quietly to try and suppress my pain.
"Wound..?" Dream muttered, immediately removing the fabric to see the deep cut, frowning and huffing. He gently massaged my muscle around it, and I forced my leg to relax into it. It felt weird getting help from an enemy, but it's not like I had another choice.
"Why haven't you killed me yet?" I asked in a low voice to mask my weakness.
"Because we need you alive." He huffed. Dream picked me up on his back, and, with the way his body swayed and rocked side to side as he walked, it lulled me to sleep like a little baby, completely passed out a few seconds later from being sleep-deprived after my burst of adrenaline.
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NICE. a third chapter.
sorry it took me a while to make, I sort of lost schedule bc of school etc sooo yeah. also I forgot my idea so I had to like- make a new one up.
by the way if it seems like a different writing style then I apologise, I'm testing out new things. tell me what y'all prefer.
now go to sleep you lil insomniacs.
~jak
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