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Nightmare pushed himself up on his elbows, staring in shock up at Dust. He scrabbled for his crossbow, pointing it at the teen just as he did the same with his sword.

Dust panted softly, staring down at his opponent without emotion. "You're teamed with Cross, right?"

He swallowed and nodded, faintly aware of to fact that battles were still going on around them. "Yeah? And what?"

"He protected Blue, didn't he?" He said, glancing down at Geno's dead body momentarily.

"Yeah. He told me the two of them worked together, but he couldn't save him." He shifted back nervously, wondering why neither of them had just killed each other yet.

Dust growled and lowered his sword. "Blue was a good kid, he didn't deserve this." Turning and grabbing the District Twelve rucksack he tossed it at Nightmare. "I'll let you go, just this once."

Nightmare watched in surprise as Dust slung both his and the District Two rucksack over his shoulders. The boy glanced around quickly before running, ducking under a swipe from Reaper's scythe and disappearing into the forest.

He could have laid there for at least five minutes, taking in all that had happened. But then he remembered he was in the middle of a death match arena with opponents quite literally right on top of him.

Lurching to his feet he stumbled behind the cornucopia just as Reaper made it to Geno's dead body, shouting curses.

"Geno? Geno?!" He cupped the lifeless teen's skull in his hands, a helpless expression washing over his face that Nightmare hadn't seen before. "No! Geno please!"

He sat there in defeat for a minute and Nightmare could have sworn he saw a year run down his cheek before it was wiped away quickly. Growling, he looked up and his face went dark. His eyes seemed to go blacker than usual, the permanent grin he always had slowly returning. "I'll kill them all, you hear that? I'll kill all of you!" He roared and jumping up to his feet in the direction Dust had gone.

Nightmare stayed pressed against the cornucopia until he was sure he'd left, peeling himself off of it after and turning around to face the mostly empty podiums. Upon doing so, he froze.

Stood no further than a metre away, Dream stood with an arrow trained right at his face. He glared at his twin coldly, the feathers of a arrow brushing against his cheek. He raised a brow upon seeing his brother, this actually being the first time the two had physically clashed since the first day in the arena.

"Still alive?" He sneered, moving the arrow to match Nightmare's sidestepping movements. "I'm surprised."

"I could say the same for you, brother." Nightmare growled, his tentacles slowly reaching for Geno's knife he'd used to try kill him that was now laying discarded in the grass.

But no sooner than the tip of the tentacle had curled round the knife's hilt, it was snatched quickly from him and torn out of reach.

He looked up accusingly to see Killer slip behind Dream, the knife in his hand.

The rest of the arena was silent, the remaining other three having ran back off to their hiding places, which is really what Nightmare should be doing right this very second instead of having a stand off with his brother and opponent.

Groaning under his breath, he rolled his eyes. "Look Dream," He took a hesitant sidestep closer to the podiums where the District Five rucksack had still been left abandoned "I need to go. Like, really need to go." Cross had been alone for three hours now.

"Do you now?" Dream hissed, eyes narrowed.

"Uh, yeah. I do." He nodded, taking another minuscule step.

"Going to rescue Cross?" He asked, the metal tipped arrow still trained at his chest.

"Yup." He inched closer, tentacles twitching. "I fancy being the hero for once."

"Pathetic."

"Says you, you're so unstable that you had to team up with a weakling from District Five." He laughed, wondering why the hell Dream hadn't just shot him yet.

"You're teamed with a wimp from District Twelve so don't even try that bullshit with me. You two couldn't be further apart in terms of Districts."

"That's where you're wrong my dear brother,"
He flashed him a a grin. "I'm District Twelve now, remember?" He then lunged to the side, a tentacle flashing in front of his chest to collide with the arrow Dream shot and another reaching over and snatching the District Five rucksack before Killer's fingers could snag it.

He stumbled back quickly afterwards, hissing lowly in pain and his tentacle throbbing. He grinned at Dream and Killer, noting how his brother only had one arrow left. "Nice try Dreamy."

Dream growled and stared at him accusingly, his eyes focusing on the stollen bag in his hands. They needed that.

Beside him, Killer shifted unsurely, his fingers constantly readjusting their grip on his knife.

Nightmare let out a low chuckle, raising a brow as he looked down at the bag. "Was that your last arrow Dreamy? That's a shame." He found himself going back to old times without even realising, memories of when him and his brother had argued over different objects that they'd stollen from each other. Every time they'd put on a drawling voice, dragging it out just to the point where the other's pride was completely broken.

"Is there something in here you need?" He asked, slowly walking backwards and towards the messy clumps of dirt where the mines had been exploded. Yes the majority of them had been set off in that chain reaction Cross had described, but he was almost certain that some would have remained un-exploded. He held the bag over one of the clumps of dirt, grinning like the fucking Cheshire Cat.

"Nightmare." Dream took a step forwards only for Nightmare's crossbow to be pointed directly at his chest.

"Oh how the tables have turned Dreamy." He narrowed his one visible eye, it glinting dangerously. "Make one more move and I'll shoot both of you. And to top it off, I'll drop the bag."

"The explosion would kill you!" Dream hissed, debating in his head whether it was worth risking to check if his back held more arrows. Killer stayed by his side warily, muttering under his breath. "Let's just go, it's not worth it."

"Not worth it? That could hold your honorary pass to my District." He said back through gritted teeth.

"All that shit I said was a joke Dream, let's go." He subtly pulled at the smaller's arm, growling.

"He'll fucking shoot us."

He stepped a lot closer to Dream, till their arms were brushing. "Not if we're too quick." He muttered into his shoulder.

The golden twin glanced at him warily, but gave a small nod before staring back at Nightmare.

He was watching them curiously, a brow raised in amusement. "Are you done?"

Dream could feel Killer's fingers curl round his own and grip them tightly, his body tensing up and ready to run. And then before Nightmare could even resister their plan, the two sprinted and scrabbled behind the cornucopia just as an arrow thunked into the side.

"Go go go!" Killer yelled, dragging Dream across the grass with him and running as fast as he could with Nightmare visibly reloading in the background.

He risked a look behind them just in time to see Nightmare let his second arrow loose. It came straight at them.

In his panicked state, the first and only thing he could think about was Dream. He forcefully shoved his foot into the other's ankle, making him cry out in surprise and fall just as the arrow whizzed over his head and sunk into something else.

Dream slammed face first into the dirt, coughing and gagging as it got in his mouth and eyes. Pushing himself up to his knees he instantly went to yell at Killer, only to freeze.

The boy had also fallen to his knees, but there was a difference. Embedded deep into his chest, was an arrow. He choked, looking down at his chest in surprise and blinking. "F-Fuck."

He watched in horror as Killer's body seemed to collapse on itself and go limp on the floor, panting and gasping. "Killer!"

"Ah- Fuck, Jesus Christ--" The teen wheezed, his face contorting in pain and his chest jerking up and down rapidly.

"Oh God nonono- Killer!" Dream panicked, staring down at the thin arrow deep in his partner's chest. He knew taking it out would make it even worse, but he didn't have anything on him at all that could help. "Don't you dare die." He hissed, forgetting Nightmare's presence as he tore part of his shirt off and pressed the black rag around the arrow to soak up the blood that was already seeping out.

He coughed up a sticky wad of blood in response, letting out continuous curses and groans. "S-Sorry, should have m-moved faster..."

"Stop talking." He ordered, doing a little repeat of last nights events without even thinking about it.

Killer shook his head weakly, pushing Dream's hands away from his chest. "Don't bother..."

"Don't bother?! You're fucking dying killer!" He cried, his voice seeming panicked for the first time.

Despite their situation Killer laughed softly, wincing in the pain that resulted. "Mm, you care about me..."

"Shut the hell up." He growled, his voice harsh while his actions were gentle. He pulled Killer closer to him so that his head was resting in his lap, a shaking hand brushing over his skull.

He glanced up at Dream weakly, his breaths coming out a lot weaker and slower. "Is th-this how I die? In the arms of an angel?"

"I'm not a fucking angel." The teen responded, but with a weak edge of fondness in his tone. Upon feeling something brush against his right hand he looked down, seeing Killer half-heartedly curling their fingers around each other's. He hated it, but his face heated up like always when that skeleton would do something stupid, his soul beating rapidly from embarrassment. But it was already beating rapidly, but from crushing fear over embarrassment this time.

"Mm I think you are..." He mumbled, his voice getting weaker and weaker as his wound continued to seep blood.

Dream looked down at him helplessly, a small smile forming on his face as Killer gave a pained smirk. "You're an idiot, you know that?"

"Yeah..." He coughed up a bit more blood, his vision going unfocused. The taller could see tears pricking in the corners of his eyes and wiped them away quickly, unable to keep his own breathing stable.

"Does... D-Does dying hurt?" Killer asked meekly, squeezing Dream's hand pathetically.

"I-I don't know Killer..." He whispered, his voice cracking and nothing more than a whisper.

"Oh." His slivery pupils rested on Dream, unblinking. "But dying in the arms of an angel, man, I-I better get a free pass to heaven for that..."

Dream couldn't say anything else to the teen he'd started off hating so much, because within a second his grip on his hand was gone, cold and limp.

His 'ears' were oblivious to the cannon shot ringing out, his eyes fixated on the calm expression Killer had on his face and a helpless sob escaping his mouth.

Killer was dead.

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I hate this chapter

Fuck Killer was my favourite character ngl I wasn't looking forwards to this. But I had to kill him so here we are. I cried loads writing that like holy shit

I honestly really liked Killer and the cocky-ass personality I gave him, and I hope you did too uwu

But now poor Dreamy will want revenge 0-0

See what happens nextttt, will Nightmare kill Dream now, will Dream kill Nightmare, will Cross be dead????

I d u n n o

-Jess-