Operation: Merciless

Chapter Thirty | Lies

~Dreamer's P.O.V~

Dream stayed in the lead of the group, continuing forward still. The guards being in a more attentive state after the lifeless corpse they had stumbled upon. "Dreamer, where are we?" Daz asked, more like demanded, as he turned to face the infamous serial killer

"In the main hall, you'll find the subjects' rooms. They're all located down here," Dream uttered in a lifeless tone, his focus on the present situation waning as an overwhelming sense of boredom consumed him. The corridor held no significant memories worth dwelling upon, particularly since George had never set foot in this facility. Dream couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loss for what should have been rightfully his, but he was determined not to reveal any hint of vulnerability to the guards.

"Are you leading us in circles, or do you plan on showing us one of the rooms?" Daz sighed in frustration, each room they passed feeling eerily similar. "I suppose there's nothing intriguing inside those rooms," Dream responded with a weary sigh, swiping his keycard and entering yet another code with a hint of resignation.

As he opened the door, the sight of a solitary cross stand greeted his eyes. The room appeared immaculate, untouched by any previous occupant, and destined to remain that way. "Are all the rooms like this?" one of the other guards inquired. "Yep, didn't invest much effort into this facility," Dream muttered with a hint of indifference in his voice.

"You're others are more complex?" Daz asked, Dream nodded his head. "Yeah, this was where it began, my first facility." Daz looked at the other guards before back at Dreamer.

"What's up with you? You were so excited to go into this facility and now you don't care?" Daz asked, not understanding what problem it would cause.

"Experience losing someone you cared about and returning to a place they've never set foot in!" Dreamer exclaimed, his rage evident in his eyes. "Stop your questioning before I slam your body against that wall until you bleed out!" Dreamer hissed with a dangerous edge to his voice. The guards turned their gaze to Daz, seeking assistance in defusing the situation.

"Enough for today. Take Dreamer back to the truck," Daz commanded with unwavering authority. Dreamer seethed with anger. "You dragged me all the way here, only to send me back and do it all over again!" Dreamer shouted, grabbing onto Daz's shirt as the guards struggled to pry him away.

"Don't you want to see George?" Dream froze, letting him go. The guards were able to pull him away without hesitation. "I better." Dreamer snorted letting the guards lead him back to the truck.

Dream rested his head on the back of the truck, he was tired, which was rare. There was no windows in the truck if there was Dream could imagine he'd be looking up into the sky wondering about George.

What is going on with me?

The drive felt so long, he questioned how long it would take for them to get in contact with Technoblade who had been asked to keep anything George related to himself.

Dreamer was hopeful that he would pick up, not like Dreamer could contact Technoblade... then an idea came into his head. He turned towards the front of the truck.

"Daz? Can I call a friend?" Dreamer asked. "I guess one phone call, but that's it, your not supposed to have any outside contact. Dreamer rolled his eyes.

And people say what Dreamer is doing is wrong.

Prison's are doing the same thing to the prisoners as he does to George, that is except torture yet isolation is considered a form of torture.

"Daz from FBI answer this question, how is what I did to George any different from what your doing to me?"

"Your a murder, of thousands maybe millions, with access to the outside you can manipulate someone to try to get you out." Daz didn't hesitate with his answer, he knew exactly what to say.

"And don't think for one second I didn't think you were planning an escape." Daz spoke a matter of factly. "Yeah of course I was, you really think I would like to stay in this shithole." Dreamer hissed.

"Perhaps we should reconsider allowing you to see George until your scheduled 4-hour visit," Daz threatened, instantly regretting the words as he realized that provoking Dreamer at this moment was unwise, given the limited staff in the truck and the surrounding circumstances. It was a justified concern.

Dreamer slammed his body into one of the guards causing the other to stand up. Dreamer twisted his handcuffs kicking the other in the balls he fell down groaning. The truck slammed on its breaks.

"Dreamer! Daz jumped out of the front the other following. Dreamer grabbed the other guard standing up getting his locked behind his handcuffs starting to choke him.

Daz immediately called for backup. "Dreamer let him go!" Daz yelled. Dreamer didn't listen still choking the guard. "Dreamer let him go or you will not be seeing George ever!" Daz threatened.

"Did you honestly believe I trusted you to allow me to see George? I could see it in your eyes! You lied to me! I can always tell when someone lies!" Dreamer screamed, his grip on the guard tightening until they lost consciousness. "Dreamer, please, I promise, just let him go," Daz pleaded, his voice tinged with panic.

Dreamer cracked his neck, the chilling sound sending shivers down anyone's spine. The former guard crumpled to the ground with a soft thud. "You see, Daz... I have a strong aversion to liars," Dreamer declared, his rage subsiding. The remaining guard wisely chose to flee from Dreamer, narrowly escaping a similar fate.

He grabbed the body lifting his mask before tearing his teeth into his neck pulling out a chunk of skin spitting it out diving into it's neck. Dreamer sucked and sucked, his mouth full of blood, he stopped for a moment panting than going in for more.

When Dreamer heard several sirens he knew his fun would be over. Several feet was heard and the opening of the truck's back door, the other guard rushed out. Dreamer rolled his eye's diving in for more.

Ah the metallic taste of blood.

His was sweet but had some bitter to it, nothing like George's. Dreamer was distracted when the guards grasped onto him. Dreamer sunk his teeth deeper into the guards skin taking the body with him as they dragged him.

"Dreamer enough! Let go!" Daz panicked, he didn't know what to do. "No, I'm not done!" He mumbled still dragging the body. The others gripped the body tugging it away from Dreamer, without warning Dreamer let go the guards stumbled to the floor.

Dreamer laughed manically, getting slammed to the floor by several guards, the jabbed a needle into his neck which quickly got into effect. His eyes flickering for a moment than nothing...

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The Dreamer back at it again with a bloody murder and a nice long sip of blood. Poor guard.

Stay Calm, Stay Alive
Onyx

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- editor han