Cross X Dream.

Chapter 15

This is what the book cover is meant to look like. Thought you guys would like to see this :) I'll try and get this as the cover... (hopefully people won't hate me for making Dream dark haired instead of blonde)

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Killer left the room locking it behind him, his sword and knives hidden away under his cloak. He felt horrible for what he was about to do. But he knew if he didn't do it, Cross and Nightmare could get murdered... brutally for standing in their way.

He went outside. The sun just going above the horizon. He found the rock that he had stolen from Cross pocket. The inky blotches and the purple glowing brightly as it pointed in a certain direction. He shoved it back in his pocket, holding a knife and putting it up his sleeve.

The alleyway was dark obviously. He knew who was waiting for him down there. His 'brothers' who he had ran from, many, many years ago. His heavy footsteps echoed throughout the alleyway, as he could hear the sharpening of the axe and the shaking off a potion.

Killer looked at the two people in front of him.

One smiled crazily.

One smiled hatefully. "Took you long enough to get here." Dust.

Horror began circling Killer. "Where's Princey boy?" Horror asked looking unimpressed by the lack of well... a hostage.

Killer shot him a look. "None of your business." Killer grumbled. "What are you two doing here anyway?"

Dust chuckled. "Why we got a little tip off that the Prince had left the castle." Dust answered having a sarcastic undertone. "So the soon to be King, his knight and the Prince along with his own knight left." Dust continued. "Where does your loyalty lie?"

"In Nightmare." Killer answered.

"It wasn't like that when you were a teen." Dust went on. "When you became Nightmares knight at first, you promised us, you would gain there trust and take the Prince while he was young and wouldn't remember his old family." Dust stood in front of Killer. "Why didn't you?"

Killer didn't hesitate for a moment. Not at all. "They provided me a much better life. A way better way. They taught me so much and therefore, I shall always be loyal to them." Killer answered.

Dust then looked other at Horror, giving him a slight nod. Horror smiled before he then snuck out of the alleyway, without Killer knowing. Horror soon sprinted off.

"Look, Kills. You're still our little brother and family ties are everything."

"You're doing something wrong!" Killer exclaimed. "You're literally talking about kidnapping a sixteen year old! Why!?"

Dust glared at him. "You know exactly why." His tone was stern and vicious. "Our home is in ruins. It was all burnt down. We want our hopes and dreams to come true. And if that means, what we-"

"I am not associated with you," Killer interrupted.

"Were your family!" Dust went on.

"There my family!" Killer threw his hand behind him. "Not murders."

Dust and Killer both got knives and put them to each other's throats. "Weren't you hear to tell us, not to kill certain people?"

Killer eyes widened as he then kicked Dust to the ground and sprinted back to their room in the inn. The window was shattered. A scream was soon heard and he ran up the side of the wall and got in. He straight up saw Horror miss a strike against the wall.

"Dream we gotta go!" He heard Cross say as the door was then slammed shut.

Horror was then tackled to the ground. And began laughing manically. "You know Dust is probably on his way now." Killer just threw Horror's head to the ground before running out the room himself, jamming it shut with one of his knives.