Traitor {a dsmp story!}

11; Teenage Slaughter

uhm guys sorry for the wait
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Tom gripped onto the top of the building and tried to pull himself up. An explosion boombed from inside the building, Tommy fell and hit a window frame, his finger getting stuck. Tommy screamed in pain. Everyone, including the tied up dsmp members, bolted their heads in his direction.

The soldiers stood and watched him squeal in pain.

"What the hell are you standing there for!? Go get him!" Their leader commanded. Within seconds they were darting across the mud and climbing up the burning buildings emergency stairs.

"Tommy!" Dream screamed from the distant crowd. There's Dream! "Kick their ass! Show them the fight in you!

A soldier stomped on Dream's back to make him shut up. He pointed a rifle at his neck. "Say another word and you're dead."

Tommy free'd his finger and got to the top. He panted heavily, catching his breath. He knew he didn't have much time. He was a scrawny, unarmed skinny kid against 3 men with rifles. He urged, looking around for some sort of sharp object. He wasn't strong enough but he got through a wall so he can snap off a metal bar. He bent some rusty metal off a broke window cover, pulling with all of his strength.

Eventually, it snapped off but he flew backwards, almost falling into a huge inferno. He heard huge boots pattering up the stairs. He was scared but he could do it. It could work. One of them sprinted through the door, snapping the lock in half. Before he knew it, the other two sprinted up and one charged at him.

Tom squeezed the rusted metal in his hands and hit it over the mans head. He stumbled, his gun shooting the ground. Tommy hit his neck. He let out a deep sigh. 'I can do this..' he told himself. For Dream..

He yelled at the top of his lungs, everybody tied up could hear him.

"You bastard's! Don't you dare try hurt my friends, I'll fucking kill you!" Tom's eyes filled with rage.

"Look, kid, we aren't here for your friend's. We're here for someone named William Gold."

"Wilbur."

"Apparently." The soldier gasped, squeezing his neck.

"I killed him. He's dead, his corpse at the end of a river."

The soldier snorted. "You, a scrawny little kid, killed THE William Gold? You're joking?" He continued laughing at Tom, not ready for the information about to be cast upon him.

"I stabbed him, impaled. I killed him with my sword and disposed his body in the river. Go check if you'd like."

"We don't have time for this!" In a flash an arrow shot through one of their neck's. Tommy gasped. Another, then another.
Within seconds they all dropped to the floor.

A gust of wind blew Tom's hair out of his face. The fire felt as if it was burning him alive, so he decided to climb down the front of the building, since he didn't trust the stairs.

When he got down, the soldiers turned to him, distracted from the others. A sudden explosion erupted in front of him, sending him into shock. He began to tremble, his eyes watering.

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woka woka, short chapter.
guys sorry i havent been uploading on this very much, my friends want me to make like 4 things 😭