Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 97 - . Show

Baggy Jeans took the lead, the others following him. Henry did not move from the spot and was still busy mustering me from above.

I raised my eyebrows in challenge, and he smirked at me, making me a bit annoyed.

The group that took the lead in climbing the asphalt chunk, was mostly made of young people, some in their teens, some in their thirties. But there was an older man with glasses, approximately around fifty, whom I had not noticed before. He was strangely misplaced here.

I reckon that the other people from the south district were either dead, or they were hiding somewhere. The crater was fairly big, and if you showed up in a strange world, I can understand that you felt safer indoors, no matter how destroyed this 'indoors' was.

Still, I doubt that only random people had survived; for that, there were too few people here. The south district should be full of humans, amounting to a quarter of the city.

Baggy Jeans looked at Henry uncertainly when he stood at the same level.

"Didn't you see where I came from? Go there." He pointed straight ahead, and Baggy jeans nodded, followed by Red hair and the others.

My grandma sat down on an undefinable iron thing and waited with her walking stick, ready to beat whoever, most probably myself.

We waited, and when the group was already a bit ahead, only Chelsea was left with us. But oh well.

I made the coin-throwing motion, and Henry gave me a piercing glance.

"Chelsea. Follow the others first. I'll help Kenny." His tone didn't give the room to argue, and Chelsea froze before she climbed up herself. She turned to me and my grandmother and eventually continued to go ahead.

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We waited again, and then I finally conjured up the ladder.

My grandmother threw her walking stick at me and stepped up the ladder. I threw it back to her when she was on top. She looked at Henry in dismay.

"Henry."

"Mrs. Howard."

There was iciness between them as they both broke into an unsettling smile.

They won't become friends, huh?

I sniggered, and we followed the bunch with the ladder that we didn't need that often anymore, waiting for the distance to increase, and not using it as long as they could see us.

Finally, the bunch had arrived at the window, and we watched from a bit away as Baggy jeans cried for Jeyjey, and the girl inside cried for him, before a bit of chaos ensued. He climbed inside, the red-haired girl followed, and a few others as well.

Then they fought, and Jejey screamed that she found a new group and that she wouldn't come back to them. They were too close to us, and there was no way I could conjure up the ladder without them seeing it. So I sat down and let my legs dangle down. I took a can of beans out for my grandma.

I opened it with a conjured up can opener up, then I gave it to her.

She took a seat beside me and took the can, waiting for something else.

"What?" I asked her while I opened another can.

"Cutlery." She demanded.

"Oh.... I forgot..."

There was disbelief on her face as I opened one can for Henry and gave it to him, before opening one for myself.

Eventually, I conjured up one of the silver forks she used in her mansion when I was a child and gave it to her.

We heard the yelling match escalate when Henry sat down beside me as well.

"What if she lures monsters here?" I asked nobody specific.

"Then they're gonna be eaten." Henry said while tilting the can to his mouth, drinking a sip of beans before chewing on them.

My grandma snorted.

"So you picked up a girl with a broken leg?"

"He did. Though he hadn't known her at all." Henry commented.

"Like your grandfather." My grandma snorted, and Henry nodded without having any reason to do so.

The sky had not changed in any way, but just sitting here with the two of them and looking at some fight going on, with the group being parted, half being in front of the window, half being inside—it was somehow idyllic.

It was a miracle that I had found my grandma—a miracle that she was alive, a miracle that she had extended her life. Weren't these things enough to feel thankful for?

"So. Is that your grandma's sister...or?" Henry started, not looking away from the drama, though we couldn't see anything anyway.

"She managed to kill her own counterpart; she got younger and inherited the memories of the deer monster." I summarized.

Henry was silenced for some time until he spoke again.

"That is a fantastic side effect of killing yourself."

"So? Are you searching for your counterparts? To kill them?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"I can't say that the thought is not tempting." Henry glanced at me before he mumbled.

My grandmother's fork disappeared, so I conjured up another one to give it to her. She seemed utterly disinterested in what we talked about.

"Think about it. What if these are really our reincarnations? What if some guy killed you because you are just a version of him, and it makes him stronger? I think something is wrong with that." If I got attacked by a counterpart, I would worst-case kill my counterpart, but searching for it to do so? It feels wrong.

"You have food?" A guy screeched, turning to us and seeing that we were eating merrily not far away.

"You want some?" I asked with a smile. There was enough food back in the turned-up mansion, and I didn't want hostility to break out between us. It would be such a waste to just kill them all when we have a bigger opponent to fight for. Not only monsters, but also this long-haired child, of whom we know nothing.

I set down my beans and opened my backpack.

The group standing outside the window hurriedly climbed in our direction, and I started to throw the cans into greedy hands. When everybody had their share, they thanked us and tried to split up whatever was going on inside the house, with the news of there being food.

"What do you think you are doing?" My grandma looked at me like I had lost it, and Henry frowned as well.

"You want to fight with them?" I asked back.

"We would win." Henry said coldly.