District 42-Chapter 94: Bitter failure

After shouting, Alfar seemed to raise the morale of his comrades.

Olaf was showing a great aim for an amateur, targeting the right Ridires and cleaning most of the way to them.

Anton surprisingly could act bolder, amazing everyone with his skills. Even in a situation like that, he was able to be silent, his steps didn’t make noise, nor his blows; the Ridires did not have the time to yell or moan, they just got stiff and fell to the ground.

Alfar was aware of the experiments they did in Anton.

"That’s the Power of the Project Mimir... That’s what happens when you sharp the senses and raise the IQ of someone to the peak, bordering insanity..."

To Anton, the world was an infinite game board, with a lot of different squares in its extension, and a lot of numbers as well.

He could process in seconds each information around individually, calculate, and anticipate the results.

Aim to someone’s vital spot for him was the same as throw a rock in the sea. It was easy, natural, even dumbly obvious.

The world that he saw was entirely different from what others could see.

"This guy could survive the torture of passing for such a deadly experiment. That’s the only project that kills more people than Svartalfheim’s."

However, he had not the time to admire him. Alfar was in the middle of a battle after all. Anton was amazing, but he also needed to do his best to not delay him.

This way, those two could pass through dozens of Ridires like hurricanes.

The future seemed optimistic, Casper was already in reach. Everything would be ok...

And at the time they thought it, the situation got worse.

In the middle of his rush, Alfar felt something hitting his calf. It was the leg stepping on the floor, and the shock made it slip to the side and made him fall on his shoulder, sliding on the ground for several meters.

He ended up hitting his head on the floor and passing out for some minutes, but his body was alarmed, and even unconscious he stood up hastily.

When he woke for reality, he looked immediately to his right calf and saw a hole there. A typical hole that the explosive bullets of the Ridire’s guns would do.

At first, it didn’t hurt, but the pain came afterward, and he screamed in agony while trying to reach his calf. However, before he did, another bullet was aimed at his back, a bit lower than the shoulder blade. The impact made him fell again on all fours.

This time, it didn’t hurt, unlike his calf. But all his back got numb and tingling, and the air left his lungs.

He heard someone screaming, and it took a while to his ears capt what it was.

"Run, Alfar! Run! They aren’t going to kill you! So run! Casper is in front of you!" Olaf was shouting at him. He looked where the voice was coming from and saw that the Ridires were arresting him.

He was trying to fight back, but there was no way that he could do such a thing with his weak arm and leg, and the wounds he got in the previous battle.

Alfar avoided his gaze just when they were about to knock Olaf down with a brutal hit with the butt of the rifle.

He raised from the ground once again before the Ridires could reach and arrest him as well. Looking forward, he saw that Casper was already at the end of the corridor, they were about to reach the door of the laboratory. After that door, everything was gone. There was no way to take him back.

The situation was bad. Even if he could reach Casper, there was no way to run away with him from that local. Alfar couldn’t do this.

If he let the Dark elf dominate his body, he would probably kill Casper. His second personality held a grudge against the soldier after all.

Anton was nowhere to be seen, and of the three, he was the more capable of rescuing Casper by himself.

Flashes of his past days in Halden started to go back and forth on his mind. Alfar remembered the despair of each Dark zone. All the prisoners suffering and even crying.

They were all criminals, but also humans, and that was what he believed until the start.

Since he left his job at the laboratory of Halden and got jailed for defect his duty, he could see closely that they had emotions, that they suffered.

And not just that, those people were criminals... But their only crime was to fight for their freedom. All the Frelsi were like that. Some of them didn’t have the noblest ideals and personalities, but they were just eccentric people who wanted to have their free will.

"I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to see anyone dying. I want to support everyone that’s suffering unfairly in this prison!" Upon remembering his motivations, Alfar ignored the pain on his calf, the numbness of his back, and the certain failure in front of him, and just kept running.

He kept running because nobody there could do this. He kept struggling because if he didn’t, who would? If he did not fight for their rights, how it would change?

And for the first time, he thought that he felt how Casper must have been feeling since he entered that world.

Facing the possibility to change everything, and knowing that you are the only one capable of it, would you just stand still and do nothing? That was impossible.

One foot after another, Alfar kept closing the distance.

After 4 meters, another bullet reached his arm, this time right on the shoulder, and he stumbled to the side.

He regained his balance and rushed forward again with his arm fallen numb beside the body.

After more 6 meters, he felt something striking his back, and fell to the ground, but raised quickly and continued.

More 5 meters... Someone targeted his thigh. Alfar fell again. This time, he delayed to stood up.

Someone rode on his back, trying to immobilize him. More Ridires approached.

He picked up one of the flashbangs, activated it, closed his eyes, and let it roll on the ground. The blinding light made the Ridires cry in surprise, and he could brush off the Ridire on top of him and ran again.

Casper was not so distant, just some meters. The guards carrying him were typing the password to open the door.

Alfar’s vision was getting blurry, the Dark elf was screaming inside of him, saying to let him take control, but the man just ignored it and kept pressing forward.

More two meters, a shock wave went through his body, paralyzing him for some moments and nearly making him pass out.

Alfar couldn’t run anymore. His muscles got all stiff because of the shock, so he walked.

Even the Ridires didn’t know how to proceed. That man was all bruised and torn, he could not move properly, he was looking like a zombie wandering around.

A Ridire approached him, getting in his way. He looked at Alfar’s eyes and noticed that his pupils were dilated. He was not entirely conscious anymore.

He tried to stop the prisoner, but as soon as his hands tried to reach him, in a blink of an eye, they got nearly ripped off.

One of Alfar’s hands was with its nails black, sharpened, and longer than before. The entire arm had black veins on it and was getting gray.

Alfar continued to walk, letting the Ridire crying in pain on the ground.

The encharged of that operation stepped in front and shouted.

"His arm with the long nails. Aim at it!" And soon a bullet also got stuck at that arm, making it worthless.

But Alfar didn’t stop.

"W-what do we do!?" Asked a Ridire, desperate.

The Commander stared at the Dark elf, narrowing his eyes.

He had a lot of experience and saw a lot of different men in the world. He learned that every man can get resilient when pursuing something they wish from the bottom of their hearts.

That was exactly what he was seeing there.

However, in the end, everyone has their own limits.

"Just wait." He affirmed, solemnly, looking away, so he would not have to witness that pathetic scene.

The door of the laboratory was being opened slowly, sliding to the side.

Alfar was right behind them. Both stared at him with contemptuous eyes. Nonetheless, nobody dared to move, not when the eyes of that Dark elf lit up so hard.

The Ridires prepared their weapons again. The Commander kept quiet, looking to the ground, and unlike them, putting his gun away.

Alfar raised his numb arm with difficulty, stretched as he could, and when he was about to touch Casper, his body stiffened, stopping completely, and he fell to the ground coughing blood.

The two Ridires turned their backs to him and entered the laboratory with the White warrior. The door slowly shut behind them.

"I didn’t know that blood tasted so bitter..." He thought, before closing his eyes.