Chapter 3; Why Did You. . . ?

Third Person

Lust ran into the room, staring at the scene in disbelief. Dream had broken a window and cut off his best friends head. The white, beautiful couch was now stained with Bolt's dark, red blood. Dream was holding Bolt's head by his once pure, platinum blond hair, smirking as the blood dripped out of Bolt's neck and onto the floor. His hair was now stained with blood. Tho, there seemed to, curiously, be no blood on Dream. "Finally. . . .he's finally out of the way. . ." That was when Lust let out a loud gasp, which quickly alerted Dream. Dream looked at Lust with a glare, before that glare quickly left Dream's face, dropping the head and going to run to Lust. "Lusty!!! Finally!!" He said, cheerfully.

Lust trembled, tearing up. "Sta-Stay away from m-me!!" He yelled. He did not know this man, and currently feared for his own life. He was already sobbing heavily from losing the only person who didn't think of him as a sex item. Dream stopped, going silent as he looked at Lust. "Why should I stay away. You belong to me. So I'm aloud to do whatever I want." Dream growled towards Lust. Lust seemed confused, but teared up more. He hated it when people called him 'their's'. It always made him feel owned, and he hated being owned.

Dream walked silently to Lust. When he got infront of Lust, Dream ended up being several feet taller. Then again, Lust was about 4'3, so Dream was probably 6'9, or something like that. Lust trembled under the stare of the tall male. Dream slowly put his hand on Lust's cheek. "You look so much cuter up close~~ I'm definitely keeping you~~" He purred with a smirk. . .before pulling out a rag and forcing it over Lust's mouth and 'nose'. "Go to sleep, My Sweet Lusty~~" Dream purred. Lust breathed in the clorophorm, tears running down his face as he slowly passed out, making Dream smirk widely. . . . .

(Heights are not canon, but for plot)