Prisoner (Mcyt x Dream)

Chapter 2 - Family?

Dream's pov

I can't feel the pain the guard roughly grabbing my hand. I guess ever since seeing my mother being killed by my own father changed me a lot.. Now I've arrived in this prison, I guess I'll be living a new lifeless life.

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The guard gave me fresh clothes for me to change after showering. Hm I guess this prison is not that bad like everyone said, the "hell", they allow us to have our own clothes since we will be staying here for a ridiculous long time. It was a green hoodie and a tight leather pants, that was good enough for me. Not the one I'm having right now with the blood of my own mother splashed. I went into the shower room, turning on the knob, emotionlessly watching water dripping out of the shower head. What should I do anyway.. Living a life that is ordered. Well... at least I'm living right now, like what the woman wanted..

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After showering, i changed into the clothes. It looks good. Took the mask and put it on my head, pulling my hood up onto my head. "My dreamy boy, look what I've made while you were in school!" she smiled at me. "Hey you look very handsome with the mask, Dream. Your father will totally like it!" ..ugh..

...I miss her...

As I walk through the hallway to our cells I keep hearing voices, "That boy at least showing his mouth.. but from that we cant even tell if he's being.." i ignore it, covering my ears with my blank thoughts. I was led to a children cell, seeing other children in the room just reminds me of my class. With a teacher but now a buff looking, annoyed guard. He took all of us, children, to the field and start giving us order, well, training us. Not to mention, i was only 9. And just from that simple order that the guard gave, it happened again. People dying right in front of my face, collapsing to the ground and suffocated to death. The dark aura of my memory began to pull me, pull me back to the place where i wanted it to be all gone. The guard hitting me a baton which saved me, not even realising how painful the hit was. I thanked my father for the training as i continue to do the activities that we are suppose to do.

Half the day of training is over, we left the field while watching the corpses being left on the ground, eaten by flies. Now half of the children are gone, i guess the guard's job is easier now. "LISTEN, so you all have seen those corpses right? So I'll tell you once and only, THE WEAK WILL DIE, THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE. Keep that in your mind, you will never regret it if did. So basically, we are going to train you to wars, since there are tons of wars incoming, we need people to fight as we are losing a lot of them. So i guess this will be the end of day one, get back to your cells according to the list, you will have cellmate if you are lucky enough. The food will be served in front of the cell door." the guard left. We walked to our own cells. The first thing i saw after opening the cracky cell door was a person, older than me wearing a mask, but an actual mask like only covering the mouth and nose. When he look up, i felt relieve. I can already tell he was smiling at me even though I cant see his mouth. It was warm, very warm, like mother's. 

"Hey hello! I'm guessing we are cellmates now. My name's Stampy, and you're Dream right? I saw it on the list." He claimed with a smile, as i nodded my head. We ate our dinner, Stampy took out a clothe for me to wipe my dirty little mouth. We got along quite well even though i didn't really spoke that much. But i got kind of unlucky one day, but also a memorable day with Stampy, a mother-like. 

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 I was just on the way back to the cell from the canteen for lunch, some buff, tall, annoying man went up to me and start threatening me to obey them. And I hate this. I refused and the moment they got mad and laid their hands on me I brutally kicked one of them in the stomach, he flew back and the others started their actions too. And of course i didn't wanna get hurt, so i fight back, causing terrifying wounds on them. Again, i had to mention, thanks father. Everybody was cheering the fight when some other people notify them, as the guard running towards me and handcuffed me. The bastards on the floor ran away like a coward. Stampy was just taking his food and drinks for me, but just at the same time he saw me in the crowd. He dropped his jaw and dashed over to me to defend me. It was just like mother, defending their own child. He told everybody to get back to their own business and talked with the guard. It was just like mother, getting their child off the hook. He convinced the guards, fortunately, he took out the only amount of kindness left in the guard and made me off the hook. He turned to me and smile. Again, it was like mother, relieved to know that their child is safe, smiled softly at them.

 It made my eyes watery, my heart getting warmer and warmer. He hugged me, feeling his heart pounding towards me, accidentally left a drip of my tear out, stained onto his shirt. At that time the only thought in my head was, 

"Mother..."

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