‘Pl-please!!! S-stop!!!-- Ahhhhh!’
Eyes snap open, then they squint at the bright, white light. He twitches his fingers and toes, moving the little appendages at first before raising his hand. He looks it over, examining its color, the hairs, and the birth marks. Daichi’s memory is foggy and all he receives are muddled details of the previous events. Cup of noodles, television, blood on window, phone, help.
Slowly, Daichi sits up and examines his surroundings. This is the exact spot he arrived when he first stepped into the city. He questions how he ended up here. Like an eight wheeler hitting him, he remembers.
He’s begging for the creature to release him. It ignores his cries and grips his arm. Daichi begs louder, more desperately. The creature tugs at his arm. He feels the shoulder joint popping out of socket from the pull. Daichi let’s out a painful cry, tears streaming down his cheeks. A second later and he no longer feels his arm. He looks towards the creature’s hand and sees his arm dangling, blood dripping from the end. Daichi glances down, peering at the blood pooling to the ground. His head lolls down. He barely notices his other arm is being tugged now. Slowly, he’s losing consciousness, but he becomes aware when he is turned upside down. From in between the drone’s legs he sees a woman running for her life. Daichi mouths the words: help me. The pain rushes all back to him suddenly and he feels his thighs disconnecting from his hips.
Daichi is curled up in the center of the ivory room, hugging his legs. The door slowly opens and he looks up from the movement. “N-no... n-no... no... don’t make me.... please.” Tear slide down his cheeks, “do-don’t make me... go back out there.”
The door refuses to close. After a minute of thinking, he becomes aware that if he stays here, he will be an easier target. Daichi gets up but immediately falls on to his chin; his body is getting used to having legs attached to his torso again. He tries again and succeeds. Hesitantly, he exits the room, he checks left and right to ensure those creatures weren’t around before taking off in a high speed sprint.
Daichi runs in the direction of home, it’s all he knows. He continues to race down the street, doing his best to focus on a single building in the distance, yet the stench of iron and the far off cries disorientate him. His focus suddenly cuts off when he notices one of those big creatures before him. He skids to a stop, arms swinging in circles to maintain his balance. He stares at the drone, expecting it to attack.
It drops on its back and a man with a single, black horn is tugging at its arm. “H-h-hey...” Daichi whispers and moves forward a bit, “h-h-hey,” he closes the distance, “hey!! Hey!! Hey!! Over here!! Help me, please!!!”
