Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 94 - . Rules

"Such a crazy..." I mumbled before asking her for the directions. She told them to me, and I turned to go.

"If you die while I'm away, it only proves that you were wrong!" Couldn't hold that in, but after saying that, I really did go.

I flipped the coin in my mind as a precaution, remembering that I should have done so with my grandma. But now it was too late.

Two staircases later, I found the door of the attic. When I opened it, I was blinded by the food that filled up the room. It was so damn much.

Everything that can be in cans was here, but mostly beans, pineapples, sacks of rice, and water in bottles. I stuffed the beans and pineapples as well as water in my backpack, until it nearly burst as well. It should be sufficient for four people for two days.

I came back fairly fast with the help of the ladders, though I was dead tired, as well as hungry.

The old dragon waited for me obediently and watched me climb up the extra-long ladder, making comments that I was out of shape. Two minutes are longer than one thought; something like going up a ladder only took half a minute. And she still managed to belittle me in that short time.

"Wanna eat first, or go first?" I am not gonna fall to her level and fight with her.

"Go." My grandma was impatient, and we walked back to the window where I had found her, and then when we were outside, I conjured the ladder that would bring us to the platform. The first dining room I had shown up in was higher than the others, and I didn't want my grandma to squeeze through the hole to crawl out of the corner that protruded out of the earth. So we would try this new route.

"You go first."

"You are just scared." My grandmother said in dismay. Luckily, she wore a tunic and pants so it wouldn't come to some unpleasantness like with a skirt or something.

I held the ladder for her and made myself ready to catch her anytime. She reached upstairs without a hitch.

After again throwing up her stick, I followed up, and we went to a door, my heavy backpack on me.

"Give me your hand." I said, and after making a grimace, she did as told.

I flipped the coin. Palm, gold, correct future of my grandma. Eyes, ears, and heart uncovered.

The old lady walked out of the building with her grandson.

"Oh?" A bald man steps out of the corner, seemingly just passing by with another bald man.

"Got you." 

The grandson has a gun in his hand, but before he can shoot, he is shot in the stomach and kneels down. 

The old lady screams hysterically and lunges in the direction of the shooter, only to be shot as well.

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"Didn't he have some powers? That was too easy." She hears the bald man's last sentence before closing her eyes forever.

I came back and with a tremble, feeling sick to my stomach from the feeling of being shot, which I felt in my grandma's stead.

Good. Very good.

"You wait here." I let go, but my grandma gripped me.

"Where are you going?" She asked urgently.

"To kill someone."

"No."

"They are gonna kill us. And if we hide, there will be a constant threat lurking behind our back."

"Give me the gun." She stretched out her old, but not as old, hand.

"Can you even shoot?"

"Can you?"

"You old hag, I just saw them shoot us both. You are clear about what I am able to do, aren't you?" I hissed at her, looking into her eyes and grabbing her arms. She was now only a little bit shorter than me.

"You have to listen to me. I'm not gonna live with constantly turning my head while in a parallel world with the last of my family. Not when there are already monsters there as well..." But most of all, there is a fury and bloodlust inside me, telling me it is time to let loose.

"Kennith." She screeched in full anger, and I let go and put my backpack down before walking to the door.

"Beat me for this later." I smirked at her. I conjured up a bulletproof vest, which I had touched when looking for the torsos of the military guys in the most recent cave.

I wanted to go out when a walking stick hit me on the head, so badly that I saw stars. I fell on the ground, only to see my grandmother looming over me.

"You idiotic thing, you will stay right here, or I am going to kill you personally." Her face and body language told me that she meant it, and I sighed.

I wanted to stand up, but she put her walking stick on the ground, showing me that I should stay where I was.

When I saw her going to the window and looking out sideways, I conjured up the gun and put the magazine in, for safety reasons.

"Two bald men." She mumbled.

"Yes. Prisoners." I walked to the other window and also looked outside. Luckily, the windows were filthy from whatever, so we weren't clear in sight.

"I will tell this to you once. You can kill, but that is under the premise of it being self-defense. Under no other circumstances are you to kill. I have not raised a grandson to be a murderer."

"You haven't raised me at all; nobody has." I countered, and she went silent; it was unusual not to hear her snap back.

Besides, I planned to let myself get shot by them with the bulletproof vest on, then surprise them; it was technically self-defense even then.

I saw the two men looking around; it seemed they were scavenging the vicinity.

"If they come in, I am gonna shoot them."

"Naturally, you will. Then there would be no other choice." She scoffed while still watching outside.

"Didn't know you were a pacifist." For the change, it was me who harrumphed at her.

"Kennith. Everyone can be a murderer, but my convicted prisoner grandson can not."

"Stop the quibbling; I am gonna be a murderer anyway. The world is changing." What is she trying to prove in this kind of situation, where our lives are at risk?

"As long as I live, and the time has extended considerably, you will have to listen to me, or I will beat you to death." Her voice was like the whisper of the devil itself, silencing me once again.