My Way

                                    

                                          

Dream stood out like a sore thumb, but everyone was just as scared as he was. He pushed past the men and women who screamed as they ran from room to room.
                          
He got irritated and looking for the nearest door, he slammed it behind him and locked it shut. He caught his breath and lowered his hood.
                          
The room red from a large screen in the center of the dark abyss.
                          
"Huh.." he took his sword out of its sheath and walked in front of it. A control panel rose up from the floor and he clicked the a single button. The screen showed all the cameras inside the building. Dream giggled.
                          
"This is going to be easier than I thought." He touched another button and watched a large door slam shut in front of people trying to escape.
                          
"Oh, Ahah..all I have to do is catch the mouse, now.."
                          
...
                          
As Wilbur and the others ran through the forest he couldn't stop think about what Techno told him last night. He held the burning torch lazily as he picked up his feet.
                          
"He looked like he was a mix of two species, half white and the other black with purple eyes." Wilbur clenched his teeth together. He wasn't going to kill him, but he wasn't going to just the guy get away with it.
                          
His brother deserved justice.
                          
As they got closer the sirens started to sting, they hid in the trees and watched the large doors begin to shut.
                          
"Hurry!" The three darted through the gate and into the facility before it could lock them out. They watched the few people run into rooms, until it was no one left but them.
                          
"What now?"
                          
"Be careful, we don't know who we're up against." The three cautiously rounded corners with blades drawn, they all froze when they heard multiple footsteps from behind them.
                          
"Shit."
                          
...
                          
Dream ran though the halls, he left one door open. For his escape. But also, to trick the last one. The one person left, the one responsible.
                          
"Hello..." the man who carried Tommy, froze. He turned around and saw the evil grin on Dreams face. 
                          
"You have something I need." The man turned around and placed Tommy's frail body on the cold floor. Tommy looked ho was barely awake sat up and tried to remove his shackles. The other man faced Dream and sighed.
                          
"Jeez, how pitiful." Dream laughed and darted at the man. Dream was quick to swing but the other was quick to dodge.
                          
"I'm not fighting you." 
                          
Dream swung again and the man repeated the same move from last time.
                          
"Then I'll just fucking kill you!" 
                          
Tommy started to sob loudly. The others ignored him but got irritated by it quickly.
...
                          
Wilbur led the other two down the hall as they desperately ran from the three robots chasing them. He froze when he heard that crying. The familiar voice cracks and pauses between each sob.
                          
"It's Tommy!" Phil looked at him and then behind them all.
                          
"Are you sure?"
                          
"Positive.." Phil nodded and looked at Niki.
                          
"I'll hold them off." She said confidently.
                          
"What?! No fucking way!" Will tuned around and she only sighed. She opened her jacket and showed the the rows of grenades that were taped to the vest. The men gulped and nodded. 
                          
"I know how to handle difficult patients, don't worry." Phil thanked her and grabbed Wilbur's arm. The three robots stood in front of her barred to the teeth and ready to strike.
                          
"Alright, let's get this over with." 
                          
The two heard metal clinging against metal as they turned around. They rounded the corner and saw  Dream knelt on the floor with his blade in the other man's hand. He held it up to his neck.
                          
"No!" Wilbur ran in and swung his sword at the others hand. They dropped the blade and lurched back before Wilbur could go in for another. They looked at him and Wilbur gasped.
                          
"So it is you. You're the one who stabbed my brother." The man grinned and went in for a swing, Wilbur raised his arms to block the punch but he was instead laughed at. He lowered his arms and looked at his reflection.
                          
"You're-"
                          
"A shapeshifter? I suppose so." 
                          
Dream grabbed the blade and looked over at Tommy who stood up backing away from the noise.  
                          
"Hahah..." Phil watched him approach Tommy with those cold eyes and evil smile. Phil pushed Dream to the ground and held him there.
                          
"What are you doing?!" He shouted and Dream only smiled.
                          
"Get off me!" He screamed but Phil kept him down, Dream was sneaky and sneaked a punch to the jaw. Phil groaned and fell over. Dream grabbed the blade once more and approached Tommy. 
                          
Wilbur managed to knock the other version of him to the floor. He had his shoe on his chest and the sword over his head.
                          
Wilbur watched the man squirm and gasp for air. His pigmentation faded back to its original, and his purple eyes sunk deep into green and red.
                          
"What?! What- we're" he began to cry.
                          
"Where am I? What's- what's going on?" He looked at the sword and Wilbur faced looked at him in disbelief.
                          
"Stop acting innocent!" He screamed and the man winced at the shouting.
                          
"I-I'm sorry if I hurt you- but it wasn't me."
                          
"What do you mean?!"
                          
"It was them- the- the men who made me! They make me- they use me...I'm- im sorry! Please, please don't-" Wilbur looked at Phil who shook his head.
                          
"Look out!" Phil turned to his side and lowered him self to the ground before Dream could even cut him.
                          
"Why should I believe you!?" He looked back at the crying boy.
                          
"I-...I don't know what I did. Please just- I can't breath-" 
                          
"Wait here!" Wilbur kicked the boys side and looked at his father. Dream hovered over Phil as he pushed the blade down more, Phil's hands bled as the sword cut into the skin. 
                          
"I have to make it right! Let me make it right! I need to make it right!" Dream shouted through his tears. 
                          
"My mom's dead because of him! He needs to die!" Dream screamed.
                          
Wilbur wrapped his arms around Dream's neck, Dream gagged as he was pulled off Phil.
                          
"Will! Stop!" Wilbur looked at Dreams red face turn a shade of purple.
                          
"Stop it! Wilbur!" Dream gagged reached down for the side of his pants. He grabbed the dagger out of its holder and plunged it into Wilbur's thigh. Wilbur screamed and Dream pulled it out before he fell back. Phil gasped and ran over to catch his son.
                          
Dream staggered away and raised his blade in the air.