Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 138. Talk Alone

"What are you talking about? Laboratory?" Henry asked me in bewilderment.

While I took a closer look at the taser, I shrugged.

"Probably because of my ability. I saw it in the gayvision that played a few years in the future; I mentioned it there."

It became awfully silent, and after I got behind the not-so-difficult function of our new stimulus, I looked up again to see Henry watching me.

"What?"

"Nothing." He looked away again, and I was done with questioning his behavior for the day.

"Describe how it was to be possessed; what exactly happened."

Henry opened his mouth before closing it again, crossing his arms and leaning back against the doorframe he never moved away from. He was clearly hesitating for a few moments.

"While my body fought against it, I saw painful and uncomfortable memories of my past that were bound to make me feel emotional, then these memories distorted into, I don’t know, scenes that never happened like that." He stopped talking, and I motioned for him with the taser in hand to continue. What’s the problem?

Don’t tell me he saw some gay shit? Nonono, Kenny, stop the paranoia, fuck! I can’t continue living while thinking that behind every corner was something gay waiting for me; come on, that wouldn’t be a good life.

Henry looked at the ceiling, which was originally the floor, and continued.

"Once I felt something from said false memory, I got mesmerized and dazed, and then I was sucked in. I couldn’t control my body, but every time I felt something, the emotions were sucked away."

"Was that false memory about something gay?" I asked, unable to suppress my suspicion if he behaved so secretively.

Henry chuckled, yet his eyes held a warning.

"Kenny, not everything is gay. Stop that."

"Haaa. Sorry, I don’t know; I am fucking traumatized. I will stop it; I’ll try at least." I pressed with my free hand against my forehead to get the bad pictures out of my system. How the fuck should I even ’try’ when I had been given a first-row ticket to watch and feel the show?

"It’s okay; I know it’s not easy for you as well. That was it; then I woke up because I saw you dead on the floor, as if I had been startled awake by something."

"Good, I understand. If I get a fever like you after getting possessed, don’t wake me up. Wait until I turn into a zombie; we have to recreate your case as best as possible. Also, I want you to give me the military knife."

"I really don’t want you to slit your throat... But we don’t know why it worked; maybe it did because of the excessive bleeding." Henry nodded.

"Exactly, that’s the choice of death until we know better, but we’ll probably never find out." If the shadow was to be flushed out only through losing most of your blood, then a headshot could kill you for real—I can’t take the risk. And who would test an unproven method? Not me.

"Also, look after my grandma so I don’t attack her. Don’t let me attack anybody; worst case, knock me out."

"Understood."

I walked to Henry and gave him the taser.

"Try first the lowest intensity, then work yourself up. If there is no other way, stage something gruesome to wake me up or come up with something else. And have the military knife nearby so that I can do it before the shadow takes over."

"Don’t worry." Henry put the taser into his strange-colored training pants and patted my shoulder, soon retracting again.

"Can you please let me do it, Kenny?"

"No. We’ll take turns, okay? We have a few shadows ahead of us." I also patted his shoulder to feign normality between two normal men but also to end this conversation.

"Okay, we’ll take turns." Henry gripped the taser through his pant pocket and agreed.

We made our way back in silence, and when we arrived, only the green-eyed girl was left in the dining room.

"Can I talk to you?" She asked.

"What’s up?" I nodded at her in the midst of stepping closer to her when she shook her head.

"....No. Can I talk to him? Alone?" She motioned at Henry and I looked between them back and forth before shrugging.

"Sure. I’ll go back to my room, Henry; we’ll meet here in half an hour." I left the two alone and went downstairs.

I figured that she wanted to talk about something that I had to take care of later anyway, but because Henry was clean and beautiful again, he was easier to speak to than a convicted murderer. I don’t know if anybody had noticed Henry also wearing the same orange clothes as myself because they had been so dirty and so full of blood. Or maybe they didn’t care if he was a prisoner as long as they hadn’t seen him in the news, like it had been with my case.

Anyway, it wasn’t so bad to have a secretary, and if it was really something personal that had nothing to do with me, then all the better. Get married, have children, and move to an island. Or, get married, get children, and if Henry is obedient, I’ll pose as his best man and become his children’s uncle. Also not so bad.

I walked into my room and took a seat on the mattress, crossed my legs, and tried to meditate to somehow prepare my mind for the upcoming fight. But that didn’t work, and I got bored, so I lay down and looked at the ceiling.

Ever seen a wooden parquet ceiling? Surely that’s a thing, but I haven’t seen it till now.

Anyway, regarding unpleasant memories, I had a few of them and already knew what to expect. So even if the shadow showed me these, no. Let’s just wait and see how it will turn out.

It will get interesting when I get possessed by the next or the shadow after the next to see if they would replay the same memories or if each shadow had a different way to torment their victims.

Henry didn’t come down when the time to act approached, and I now got really curious. Even if they weren’t finished, I would have to interrupt them because we had a fight scheduled. After climbing the ladder and going into the dining room, I found Henry smiling charmingly at the green-eyed girl and her grinning back at him.

Oh?

"Sorry to interrupt; it will be time soon." I said, and the girl looked at me in confusion while Henry crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

"Time for what?" She asked.

"The first shadow. Go downstairs and tell the others to stay there until someone comes for you. Warn my grandma as well; everyone should behave." Should have probably announced that sooner, but we have her doing that now, so that has to suffice.

Chelsea arrived as well.

"It’s still dark, but I thought it was better to be too early than too late."

"Yep, good job. You heard?"

She nodded nervously.

"Yes. You need me for a fight?"