Lost

Chapter 2: Trapped

Run.

Run the voice in his head said.

"George...what are you doing?" Dream looked up at him in sheer horror as George raised his sword to pierce him.

To strike him through the heart.

To end his life.

In some twisted irony, this felt beyond familiar, like he's done this time and time again but this time, in real life.

George had his sword raised high above him, in any second, George could strike him down and that would end the story of Dream and his life...but George hesitated.

Dream saw that George stopped and shoved his hand in his pocket and felt a small, marble-like sphere, and threw it behind him. He zipped away, teleporting further into the desert but George was not far behind him. Dream could have time to contemplate his situation later but his best friend is currently, as one can suspect, is trying to kill him.

So Dream ran.

He ran until he felt like he was going to collapse then ran further. He heard arrows whizzing past his ear, none hitting him for George was a terrible shooter.. He glanced behind him, seeing George pulling back his bow once more.

Dream stopped, staring straight at George, not understanding why he did so. He saw George slowly walk towards him and he finally spoke to him.

"You're not the same Dream I know...did you hit your head or something?" There was a slight smirk on his face as there was a killer shot pointed directly at Dream's chest.

Dream studied the terrain around him, as he thought of a response to the man in front of him. He noticed a small dip in the sand between George and himself.

He thought about doing something that would break the sand and so either Dream and George fell or George alone would fall.George could fall and Dream could run away and work on how to get home, back to his George.

But he couldn't let this George die either.

"You asked me 'What are you doing George?' Like we haven't been doing this for months...No, something's off about you." George continued to speak as Dream continued to think of a plan of escaping. It was much easier to plan this type of thing in a game but it was much harder in his case.

"Why did you hesitate?" Dream asked, his mouth was parched and his stomach twisted and punched while his heart beated harder than a drum in his ears. He sounded shaken and scared.

"Shut up." George snapped, annoyed his mistake was called out but anger soon melted into a devilish smile, which adorned his face, though his eyes were still full of twisted bloodlust and distance. The smug expression sent chills down Dream's spine but he remained still and expressionless the best he could. His best though wasn't very good. His hands were shaking and he felt like he couldn't breathe well. He didn't feel sick anymore at least so that was a slight plus side.

"Hope you have another pearl yellow boy, you're going to need it!" George shot the arrow straight up into the air. Dream watched the arrow in horror. He didn't even know if he had another pearl on him. Instinctively, he ran backward, trying to put some dip in between him and the dip as much as possible.

George on the other hand, remained still, watching Dream running. The arrow hit the sand right in the middle of the cavity. The force of the arrow caused the earth to swallow the area of sand whole..along with George.

The ravine was much bigger than the dip in the sand would allude to, catching George off guard. A yelp escaped his lips as fell into the darkness below him. Dream on the other hand barely escaped the ravine's mouth. He heard George yell and watched him fall.