Multiverse Switch

Chapter 50 - Think of It

Martial blinked and Dream glared back.

Martial blinked twice.

Dream glared two times darker.

Martial blinked thrice.

Dream glared three times darker.

Martial smiled innocently.

And Dream had had enough of this.

"Stop staring at me, Martial! You've committed enough troubles! You deserve where you are now." Dream shouted.

Martial's smile faltered as he signed. 'You will be of no use to him sooner.'

Dream felt the air knocked off of him as he spoke shakily. "He won't... he won't do that to me. He cares about me."

'If you assure yourself, again and again, that means you are afraid and you know it would happen.'

"You can't change my mind. Look where that foolishness led you."

Martial shrugged, crawling back to the dark part of the cell. His forest green eye lights visible as he curled up himself. Dream pushed down the guilt he felt and went back on his task. He wondered where Ink and Error went. He sensed something was different with Error when they trained once again.

He heard footsteps by the entrance.

No one should be creeping up here when Nightmare might be ordering things to retrieve Cross. It could be S, Martial's previous blackmail. He summoned his bow and arrow. The light blue glow crackled so familiarly under his fingers. He cringed when he remembered how it had hit his brother instead of Ink.

Then he saw the shadow stretching over the far end. He narrowed his gaze, focusing his aim. The new Seventh waited patiently until he saw the skull peeked out from the end of the stairs and he let go. The moment he tried to analyze his next move, he got a good look at who was about to be hit by his arrow.

"Killer!" He screamed, running too slow.

The General looked at him and eye sockets went wide. At the last second, before it hit, he had dodge, crouching down and using a chair he was dragging with him as a shield. Dream hurriedly went to his side.

"I am terribly sorry about that, are you hurt, Sir?" He asked with a pounding fear.

Why would he not? He almost hit the new First General.

Killer blinked but laughed. "Why the sudden formality, Dream?"

Dream gave a confused look. "I've always been... formal, Sir?"

"I know, I know. What I meant is... it's strange for you to address me higher than you." Killer uttered, standing up using the chair. He then looked at one of his hands, Dream now noticed the medium-sized pouch Killer was clutching. The now First General sighed in relief. "Thank the Creators I dropped none of it."

Dream stepped out of the way for Killer to move. First dragged the chair to the open part before the rows of cells started and Seventh caught a glimpse of a roll of bandages when Killer pulled out a scissor.

"Oh, I'm afraid... you cannot take Martial out of his cell." Dream said and blocked the entrance to the rows.

Killer gave him an amused smile. "Oh no, it's not for him. You're the one who is hurt badly." He said and pointed at the crack on Dream's skull.

In truth, he forgot about it. It didn't throb anymore and does not bleed that it crossed his mind. "I don't feel anything, it's fine."

Killer gave a disapproving gaze. "It's not. That might get infected. Now, sit." Then pointed on the chair he had dragged.