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<~DreamNotFound || A Murderer's Crush~>

"Great." I felt Dream's arms around my head. My blindfold then came off.

Now that I could see, I took that chance to look around at my surroundings. I was in a normal looking room. It had a few lights, a desk, and a bed. There were even two windows. He must really trust that I'm not going to be able to escape.

"Have a good look around, did you? Studying ways to escape?" I finally landed my eyes on Dream. He was sitting across from me on a similar chair to my own. He had his arm propped up on his knee, leaning his face in his hand. He still had that mask on.

"Is this your bedroom?" I asked.

"You are correct. You're in my house," He said. "I'm assuming you thought you'd be in my basement or someplace hidden away?"

"Well yeah, I guess."

"I wasn't lying when I said I have no intentions of harming you, I just want us to be...close."

"If you really want us to get to know each other, you can start by taking of that," I said.

"Oh, my mask? I suppose I can do that," He said. He moved his hand to his face and removed his mask. As soon as he did so, he looked directly at me.

I was a bit taken aback by the sight of him. Messy dirty blonde hair, and piercing green eyes. There was a scar on his left cheek. Usually when you think of a murderer, especially a serial killer, you picture a deranged maniac, someone who looks crazy, someone who doesn't look all there. This was not what I believed him to look like. Not even close. He was.. undeniably attractive.

"You've been staring at me for quite some time now," Dream said. "Mind sharing what you're thinking?"

"You're just...not what I expected you to look like."

"Oh really? What were you expecting? Am I above your expectations?" He questioned.

"I mean- I don't know- that's none of your business."

He smiled. "Let's start with names then, my real name is Clay."

"Apparently you already know mine, George," I said.

"Yes, I do know your name," He replied. "You know, I've had my eyes on you since the start of my killing spree. I'm honored you took my case."

"I'm not sure that's something you should be honored about.." I said.

"Oh well," He shrugged. "I knew it was dangerous to spy on you so close to the murders, but I couldn't help myself. You just looked so pretty, all serious like that." He touched the side of my face. "Then when you first saw me, the terror in your eyes...I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to frighten you."

"You're.. sorry?"

"Yes, I'm also sorry about your house, I was going to take you from there, but you weren't home."

"You stalked me, trashed my house, then kidnapped me. And now you're sorry?"

"That's right, I hope you can forgive me eventually," He said.

I laughed. "You think all those people you killed, the families that were hurt by their loss, you think you can just apologize, and it'll all be okay?"

"Well I-"

"No. Don't speak. Why- just why. Why did you do it? I won't lie, you seem like a decent guy, Clay. You're smart, and attractive. Why did you ruin the rest of your life like this?"

"I...I'm not. I had a terrible life before, I had nothing to lose."

I just stared at him.

"I regret it all now...I know I shouldn't have done it. But at the time it felt like nothing stopped me," He looked down at his feet.

"Clay.."

"I'm.. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I-" He began to cry into his hands.

"Clay, look at me."

He looked up.

"If you really feel that way then do what's right. Untie me and let me take you to the police. Admit what you did and let those people have justice," I said.

"You're right. That's the only way I can feel at peace with what I did," Clay said. He picked up a knife and cut the rest of my restraints.

I stood and brushed myself off.

"Let me have just one kiss, will you?" He asked.

I looked up at him, surprised. "I suppose...alright then."

He pulled me into him and kissed me.

"I'm sorry," He said. "But unfortunately I have no choice."

"What-" Was all I could get out before I felt a knife plunge into my back. I cried out in pain.

"I do feel bad, you know. I don't want to do this, killing people that is. But I'm forced." He told me. "If I turn myself in, I'll die, you know that. But if I stop listening, I'll die too. You wouldn't understand."

He let go of me and I fell to the floor.

"The kiss was nice though, I hope you liked it too."

The world started to fade as I felt my blood draining and pooling around me.

"It was nice meeting you," He smiled one more time.

"Goodbye, George."

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Hey! It's Midnight!

This one was kinda dark.. hope you don't mind.

Again, comment any suggestions you have here!

Bai!
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