Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 146. Our little ritual
FUCK GODDAMN IT, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!
I caught Henry when he fell into my arms, while still terrorized as hell by what I had seen.
SOMEONE ALSO CATCH ME CAUSE I WANNA GO UNCONSCIOUS RIGHT NOW!
To be stared at, through the split perception I had of the shadow and its surroundings—which is the way my visions usually play out—by this huuuge thing was enough to let me be thankful for having an empty bladder.
Especially when it felt like that thing had been staring at me and not at the shadow. Fuck! This disgusting eye; fuck, fuck, fuck.
Amidst the agony left behind by that thing’s gaze, I pulled Henry up and saw him standing in a daze.
"Was... was that the shadow? Is it... is it inside him now?" Baggy Jeans stammered, and I turned to him.
"Yeah. Go to my grandma’s room now and hide there until we come get you." When I saw him leave, I stepped in front of Henry and looked at his dazed eyes.
I would love to instantly wake him up, but we don’t know if the shadow wouldn’t have to feed on him a little, so now it was time to wait. The military knife was in my pants, and I also put it on the table now.
Now I sat Henry down and watched him while smoking.
After a while, I touched him and flipped the coin again, looking into the past to see which past I would see, Henry’s or the shadow’s?
Eyes and ears uncovered; back of my hand; golden.
The green-eyed girl takes a seat at the table across from the tall, blue-eyed man.
"What is it?" He asks, annoyed.
"The others want to know... Is your friend dangerous?"
He smirks.
"Why ask that? Did he do anything to you or the others?"
"No, but...he is the..." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
"Red-eyed murderer. Yeah. Do you believe everything that you see online?" He visibly frowns, looking nearly aggressive.
"He is innocent; he wouldn’t harm anyone if you didn’t first attack him or his grandma. Anything else?"
"I understand." She bows her head.
"I also wanted to ask for your help."
"Why should I help you?" He breaks into a wide smile, yet furrows his brows as if he were looking at some lunatic.
"I am wanted for a murder. When we go out, there will be soldiers and police, right? Can you or your friend help me get away without them noticing? He has this interdimensional bag... I don’t know... maybe you two could help me?"
The tall, black-haired man taps the table, lost in thoughts.
"Isn’t it a bit cheeky to ask for help in this way? And you ask two convinced prisoners at that?"
The green-eyed girl bows her head in desperation when the man unexpectedly speaks.
"I’ll help you." Abruptly, his smile turns much kinder.
Coming back, I at least had confirmation that I would have to touch the shadow itself if I wanted to look into its past.
If this shadow really was Baggy Jeans counterpart, I could have just waited and looked at the memories he would see after we killed his shadow-counterpart; however, these shadows don’t seem really sentient. I think it’s for that reason that Chelsea had only seen gruesome, chaotic pictures, and it would probably be the same with Sebastian.
The talk between Henry and Athena seemed like he was offering help to get something in return. Like sexual favors—but Henry doesn’t seem to be that type of person. Or, he could have demanded her cooperation in a play to convince someone of his sexual orientation, yet who the fuck would go through that for years into the future? No. He gets the benefit of the doubt from me. For once.
Seeing that a bit of time had gone by, I took the taser into one hand and the knife into the other. I positioned the taser on Henry’s thigh and shocked him.
His whole body spasmed, but nothing else happened. I shocked him again, and this time he blinked a few times, his eyes seemingly getting clearer.
I wanted to continue tasering him when his hand shot up and gripped my throat. That got me a bit angry. Why is everyone going for my throat recently?
Again shocking him, Henry tightened his hold, stood up, and pulled me up with him. He raised his arm, and my feet soon dangled above the ground. Air started to get really tight when I moved to tase his arm because I couldn’t reach him anywhere else anymore. At a higher voltage, he finally let go.
I coughed a few times, and Henry looked at me in confusion; this time it was a genuine one.
"You are injured." He stared at my neck before looking at his hands, seeming damn fucking unhappy.
Before I could answer, he took the knife and slit his throat, again looking at me. I raised my body again, getting a bloody shower, while not looking away. This apparently is becoming our little ritual, as it seemed, slitting our throats in front of each other while the other gave silent support.
Didn’t feel like dying that way was so horrible; it had something heroic about it.
When the bleeding lessened, his wound healed once again, and Henry grinned.
"About eight seconds from waking up to killing myself. You will never top that."
"That sounds awfully like a challenge." I raised my eyebrows with a chuckle; we were both holding our respective throats.
"It sounds like one because it is one." His eyes shone with excitement.
"Then I’ll have to accept it; eight seconds is awfully long to slit your throat." I laughed, and he chimed in when a loud scream pierced through the mansion.
It was a male voice, but the guy that the voice came from was with my grandma. Seeing the same alarm in Henry’s blue eyes, I turned and ran to the ladder, half climbing and half sliding down, nearly falling back with the ladder, while Henry jumped straight down, landing easily, and ran to my grandma’s room.
I sprinted after him when I saw him stopping after opening the door. Confused, I bolted inside.
There was my grandma drinking whatever in absolute peace with her gun pointed at Baggy Jeans while he was scrunched up on the floor, spasming and continuing to scream while holding his head.
Relieved that my grandma was alright, I bent down to Sebastian and wanted to flip the coin on him when he raised his upper body and pushed me to the floor.
"Did you talk about that when you spoke about ’going insane’?" My grandma motioned with her gun at Baggy Jeans when Henry closed the door behind us.
"Mhm." I said and took Henry’s hand, which he came to offer me, letting him pull me back up.
Again coming closer to Sebastian, I saw his face contorted as if he were going through unimaginable terror, his expression ghastly. I touched him and flipped the coin, yet it only showed me nonsense about Baggy Jeans’ relationship issues; no matter how much I tried to see the shadow’s memories he should have received.
When I flipped the coin to look into Sebastian’s incorrect past—the one of his nearest counterpart—I only saw a black orb inside the trash world, which should be Sebastian’s other counterpart.
"Hmm... I can’t see the shadows past nor the memories Baggy Jeans should have received." I said while looking at Henry’s stern face.
"You can ’see’." My grandma suddenly spoke and looked at her little wooden cup, swirling whatever was inside.
"You have been able to do so since your childhood." No questions, but statements, until she finally asked.
"You really foresaw your mother’s death back then?"
"Oh? Something you never asked me in my childhood, a blind eye you turned for nearly a decade even regarding how everyone in my family had treated me, and now, in this situation, you ask about it?" I questioned her with a calm smile.
