Experiment of Madness

43-Shattered Fates-Dag/Aerra

My gaze lands on Aerra, walking nearby with her cutted off  hand. A surge of relief and desperation floods through me. "Aerra!" I call out, my voice filled with both hope and anguish.

Her tear-filled eyes meet mine as she says my name, "Dag..." The single syllable hangs heavy in the air, filled with a mixture of pain, exhaustion, and relief at seeing me.

"Don't be scared.Don't be I'll save you."

As she reaches for me, her body buckles, the effort and exhaustion finally taking their toll. Aerra collapses onto the ground, dropping the other hand she had extended towards me.

"I'll save you!Don't worry!"I struggle.

My heart sinks as another man approaches Aerra, a threatening knife in his hand. Panic and despair rise within me as I watch the scene unfold. "No, no, no, no, no..." I mutter under my breath, my voice filled with dread.

Her panicked cries ring out through the forest. "No! Dag, please save me! Dag!" Her voice carries the weight of fear and desperation, filling the air with raw emotion.

My heart pounds in my chest, desperation fueling every movement. "Aerra, stand up! Run!" I shout, my voice cracking with urgency as I struggle against the ropes binding me to the tree.

The man lands a blow on her with the knife, causing her to wince in pain. I shout a warning, my voice filled with desperation. "Aerra, be careful!" I cry out, my voice strained with anguish.

I blink my eyes open, realizing it was all just a dream. The vivid nightmare slowly fades, but the emotions and the sense of helplessness linger.

I clutch the t-shirt, bringing it to my face and inhaling her scent. A single tear slides down my cheek as the smell triggers memories and a wave of emotions washes over me.

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Dag

I stand in the midst of the cafe, my gaze sweeping across the patrons and customers around me. A sense of desperation fills me as I search their faces, their casual conversations and oblivious smiles only heightening my frustration. They must know something, I think to myself. One of them has to know where she is.

Without hesitation, I lunge forward and grab the man by his clothes, my grip tight as I pull him closer. "You know where she is, right?" I demand, my voice low and intense, my eyes boring into his.
The man looks at me with a mixture of surprise and disbelief, my sudden outburst clearly catching him off guard. "Are you crazy? What are you saying?" he sputters, pulling away from my grasp and taking a step back.

Frustration and anger boil over within me, and without a second thought, I deliver a hard punch to the man's face. "Where is she?" I bark, my voice filled with a mixture of desperation and rage.

The people around us pause in their activities, their conversations falling silent as they turn to witness the commotion. A crowd begins to gather, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene.

As the crowd closes in, I react on instinct, my anger driving every move. I throw myself into the fight, blocking and striking with a fierce determination. My mind is clouded with a cocktail of emotions, my focus completely on finding Aerra and unleashing my frustration on those who stand in my way.

The fight becomes a frenzy, a chaotic blur of movements. I punch and hit indiscriminately, grabbing anything within reach to use as a weapon. A plate becomes a makeshift shield, only to be used as a blunt force tool moments later. I push and shove my way through the crowd, the force of each hit releasing a bit of my pent-up anger.

As the chair hits my back, I quickly spin around, pain shooting through me. I lock eyes with the man responsible for the attack, his expression a mix of anger and caution.