Experiment of Madness

54-A Rocky One-Aerra

Despite Ron's arrival, Ivarsen manages a snarky remark, his smirk slightly eerie. "Wow, wow, wow, look who we've got here," he quips, his tone dripping with sarcasm. His smirk holds a hint of challenge, adding fuel to the room's already tense atmosphere.

"What are you doing here, brother?" I exhale, a mix of exhaustion and resignation in my tone.
Ron's smirk widens, his eyes fixed on me. "Can't I visit my dear little sister?" His words hold a hint of sarcasm, his tone a mix of amusement and feigned innocence. His hand gestures playfully, adding a touch of exaggerated drama to his act.

Gunnar's question echoes in the air, confusion apparent. "He's your brother?" he asks, surprise evident in his tone. His gaze moves between Ron and me.

Ivarsen remarks with a hint of sarcasm, "Of course he is. Can't you see the metallic eyes and psychotic tendencies?"

"He knew?" The question lingers in my mind, realizing the depth of Ivarsen's knowledge. It confirms that he's been keeping tabs on me, his awareness both reassuring and unsettling.

Dag steps forward, coming to stand in front of me, his protective instincts kicking in. His movements are steady and determined as he positions himself as a shield, shielding me from Ron's presence.

Ron's gaze locks onto Dag, his smirk unwavering. He raises an eyebrow, his expression studying Dag's protective stance. "Protecting her already?" he muses, his tone filled with amusement. "How noble of you," He adds, his words carrying a hint of sarcasm and a touch of mockery.

I hold Dag's hand firmly, my strength evident in the grip. My gaze meets Ron's, holding his eyes with unwavering resolve. "Yes," I reply with conviction, my voice strong and certain despite the unease Ron's presence brings.

Ivarsen, Gunnar, and Fane move to stand in front of me, their protective stances evident. Dag's mother steps in beside me, adding her own presence to the defense.

Ron's words break the silence, his tone tinged with entitlement. "I'm here to take you. I did what you wanted, I saved your person, and helped your little friends,". His words carry a hint of manipulation and a touch of self-assuredness. We exchange glances, their defenses on high alert, and their protectiveness palpable.

Ron's eyes move from me to Dag, his smile never leaving his lips. "I saved her , remember, Dag?" He speaks, his tone taunting. "If it wasn't for me, she might not be here now. You should show a bit more gratitude," his words carry a hint of arrogant entitlement, his smirk never leaving his face.

Dag's gaze hardens, his grip on my hand tightening. He takes a step forward, his eyes never leaving Ron. His protective instincts are on overdrive, his voice laced with a mix of anger and warning. "Stay away from her Ron," he states, his voice stern and protective.

Ron smiles, his tone dripping with condescension, "With pleasures, but she has to come with me,"
Dag turns to me, confusion etched on his face, his words filled with worry and apprehension. "What is that guy saying?" His expression holds concern, his protective instincts obvious. He holds my hand tightly, seeking for explanation, his gaze locking with mine, searching for answers, and seeking reassurance.

Ron continues, his tone holding a hint of satisfaction, "I'm saying that I'm here to take Aerra to her family," He smirks, his words filled with a twisted logic.

Dag's face pales, and his grip on my hand tightens. Confusion and fear cross his face, his mind processing Ron's words. His protective instincts kick into high gear, and his words come out in a protective growl. "Take her? What do you mean? She's not going anywhere with you," His voice carries a growl, a mix of protectiveness, anger, and fear.

Dag's mom pipes up, concern filling her expression. "Calm down... your injuries will open," Her voice carries a hint of motherly concern.

I speak up, my voice firm and resolute. "I'm not going with you. I told you. I'm staying here,"  my eyes lock with Ron, a clear display of my unwillingness to yield.

Ivarsen stands by the table, his eyes narrowing as his gaze moves from Dag to Ron. His voice holds a hint of threat, "She's not going anywhere with you,"

Ron's smirk doesn't waver. "She's coming with me," he repeats, his tone unwavering. His eyes dart between Dag and Ivarsen, a challenge in his gaze.
I interject, my voice cutting through the tension. "Let's talk outside,"

Dag locks eyes with me, a hint of apprehension in his gaze. His grip on my hand tightened, his protective instincts refusing to let me go. He shakes his head, his voice a firm whisper, "I don't want you to be alone with him."

I offer him a reassuring smile, my grip firm on his hand. "It's okay, I'm not going anywhere,"
This won't work.He's too worried.
"Come with me then."

Ivarsen's voice cuts in, his tone determined and protective. "I'm coming too," he declares.He's being overprotective of his brother Dag.

The four of us walk outside, the tension and unease palpable. The fresh air contrasts with the heavy atmosphere inside the house. My eyes dart around, my senses on high alert, wary of what might follow this interaction.

Ron speaks, his voice carrying a hint of pleading. He looks at me, eyes full of twisted affection. "I told you, our sister needs you," he repeats a statement.

My gaze remains unwavering, determination evident as I repeat, "And I told you. I'm not coming. My life is here, not there," my voice rings with conviction. My life is now rooted here, not with them.

Ivarsen, steps closer to Ron. He raises an eyebrow. With a hint of a smile, he murmurs to Ron. "You know what, Ronerys." Ivarsen's words and movement put a barrier between Ron and Dag, his protective stance clear for all to see.

"I've never liked you."
Without a moment's hesitation, Ivarsen swiftly swings his head, striking Ron with a forceful headbutt. The impact echoes loudly, the swift and unexpected attack catching Ron off guard. Ron staggers slightly.

Ron laughs, blood trickling from his nose. His tone is filled with a mix of amusement and determination. "This time, I'm not letting you win," he declares, his smirk still present despite Ivarsen's attack. He wipes away the blood, seemingly undeterred.

Ron punches Ivarsen, his fist connecting with a sharp impact, fueled by a mix of his own anger and determination. The blow lands with force, causing Ivarsen to stagger slightly, the impact echoing in the air.