Masked Emotions // Dream6d

Chapter 11

Warning: Death, gore, blood, injuries, major character death, strong language

The King's eyes widened, his mouth twisting down into a confused frown. There was silence in the room, before the man erupted into laughter. " Well, now I have no doubts! You're guilty and stupid!"

A shriek came from the back of the room, soon turning into a chorus of voices, until Vincent's own joined the fray. Blood splattered onto his face and he stopped struggling. He watched in horror as the King's head fell from his shoulders, his body landing separately on the ground in front of the servant.

" You called, my love?"

Vincent paled at the sight of Dream standing before him, masked like the first time he'd seen him. Blood stained his clothes, and the tip of his sword dripped with the same scarlet liquid. At the same time as he was glad to see Dream, he was horrified that he'd had to witness the King's death. The rest of the room seemed to think the same thing, as a deathly quiet settled over the people. All of a sudden, there came a loud shouting, and guards poured into the room. The ones holding Vincent threw him aside and immediately drew their swords to fight the hitman.

Vincent could do nothing but watch as Dream dodged their attacks with ease, scooping up the head and putting it in a little brown sack. However, the more guards entered the room, the more blows landed on the blonde stranger. Vincent winced when Dream let out a groan as he was hit with the butt of a sword.

" Fuck!" He cursed, facing his attacker to return the favor. Vincent scrambled to his feet, eyes searching for some way to help. The royals all huddled in the corner, watching but not moving a muscle. The brunette's eyes landed on the windows, and he remembered how easily Dream had navigated the castle with them. He scrambled over to the nearest one, and pushed it open. He stuck his head out, and saw a decent ledge to land on.

Now, the only obstacle was all the guards Dream was fighting. He searched for a way to pull him out of the fray, but it was no use. He had no training with a weapon, and he was definitely no match for a royal guard. Suddenly, there was a piercing scream as an arrow embedded itself in a guard's head, killing him instantly. Another four guards met the same fate, all dropping like birds. Vincent's eyes flicked up to the source of the arrows, and he gasped in surprise.

Darryl stood there with a crossbow, killing guards with a blank expression. That explained how the chef knew Dream, they were both hitmen! Vincent ran a hand through his hair, in awe of their precision, and how well they worked with each other. Dream fought off as many guards as he could handle and Darryl took care of the others.

But even then, the flow of soldiers was never-ending, and now some of them were approaching Darryl. Vincent suspected it would be hard for the chef to fight off attackers and support Dream. Just when he thought the whole thing couldn't get any weirder, a man with a blue bandana over his face swooped in and sliced the heads off any guards stepping Darryl's direction.

The servant eyed this new comer, trying to place where he'd seen him before. Suddenly, it clicked. That was Zak. Zak was wielding a battle axe and protecting Darryl. Vincent's mouth fell open as he watched his friends fight off trained soldiers with ease. Dream was right, Vincent never should have underestimated him.

Finally, the battle seemed less one-sided. However, three men, no matter how well-trained, could never hold off the hoard forever. Soon, Darryl would run out of arrows, and Zak would no longer be able to keep the guards from overtaking them all. Dream was doing his best, but he was growing weak from all the blows he had endured.

Vincent watched in horror as a guard lifted his axe to strike Dream. Darryl was preoccupied with the two men currently fighting with Zak. The servant looked around frantically, his eyes landing on an abandoned sword. With a rush of adrenaline and not a moment to spare, Vincent scooped it up and charged into the fight.

The guard's axe came down with a passion, but missed Dream by a hair when the servant rammed himself into the guard's side. The hitman looked up, surprised by the sudden interference. The blonde nearly smiled at the sight of the servant, aimlessly slamming his bodyweight around to be as helpful as possible. A nearby guard took the opportunity to disarm Dream, knocking the sword from his hand.

Vincent watched this happen, and quickly slid his own sword across the floor to the hit an, where he knew it would be better put to use. Then, he resumed his reckless fighting style of slamming into any guard he could. He knew it wouldn't work for long, but he just needed to create an opening. An axe came down nearby and Vincent felt a sharp pain in his upper arm, causing him to lose focus for a moment too long.

A second guard slashed at Vincent's leg, only grazing it, but still inflicting pain. The servant looked around, his eyes scanning for the opening he needed, and his brain calculating what to do next. The opportunity presented itself when Dream dodged an attack and moved within arms reach of Vincent. The brunette grabbed the hitman, pulling him out of the pack and towards the wall, where the open window was awaiting them.

The blonde smiled at Vincent, his heart swelling with a strange feeling of pride. He had definitely chosen the right person to love. Maybe not the best fighter, or the strongest brawler, but definitely the smartest mind, and the greatest will. Within just the few minutes of fighting, Vincent had created an escape plan and executed it perfectly, and for that, Dream was very proud.

Vincent waved his arms, trying to attract the attention of the other two men before the mess of guards caught up with them. Darryl met his eyes and smiled, that same kind smile he'd always give Vincent when he passed him in the halls. But this smile didn't fill the servant with warmth, instead, Vincent felt a sense of dread.

Zak noticed the other two making their escape, but couldn't pause his fighting for two long. Neither of them, however, made a move towards the window. All of a sudden, Vincent saw a strange glass bottle flying in their direction. Dream reacted quickly, pulling the servant out of the way as it crashed into the ground and erupted into flames, cutting off any guards from reaching the two. All of a sudden, it clicked. Vincent looked up, frantically trying to catch Darryl's eye one more time.

They weren't coming.

Vincent turned to Dream, who seemed to already be aware of the situation, and was offering him nothing more than a sad smile. " I'm not leaving them here! They'll die!"

" We don't have a choice, Vince," Clay replied softly. He grabbed onto the panicking servant's arm, causing him to wince in pain. Gently, he urged Vincent towards the window. The brunette tried to yank his arm away, but he was horrified to find himself unable to escape Dream's grasp.

" They'll die, Clay," Vincent repeated, weaker this time. The fire was slowly spreading to the rest of the room, causing the smoke levels to be unbearable. Clay shook his head, still smiling and pulling Vincent along. They reached the windowsill and the servant was still resisting. " They'll die!"

" That's what you said about me," Dream said. Vincent frowned, confused. " You said I'd die if you called for me. I'm not dead, Vince. And neither are they."

The servant nodded sadly, letting those words set in. Clay carefully lifted Vincent onto the windowsill and looked out, assessing where he should jump. A flame licked his ankle and the two realized they were out of time. Without warning, Dream jumped.

Leaving behind the castle, Darryl, Zak, and everything Vincent had ever known.