Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 100 - . Danger

A tall black-haired man is carrying one with red eyes over his shoulder.

"Kenny, get a grip!"

The red-eyed man just trembles, tears streaming from his face, unresponsive otherwise, while the other tries his best to navigate around the gravel.

"We have to hide somewhere."

"We have to survive, Kenny."

"Kenny, get a grip! I need your fighting power."

"Fuck!" He jumps from a demolished car he used as a bridge between two asphalt chunks.

"How can we kill her, Kenny? Your grandma had the only gun; I need you now!" 

"Damn it, if we hadn't fought, we would have noticed that they were slaughtered..."

"It's my fault, Kenny!"

Coming back, my nose bled even more.

"Kenny?"

I grabbed Henry by the neck, graveness creeping into my voice.

"We will be attacked soon. Go and protect my grandmother with your life. THIS IS AN ORDER!"

I let go, and when Henry looked at me, trying to grab me again, I sidestepped.

"If something happens to her, I WILL KILL YOU."

Running out of the room, my grandma was in the door, opening her mouth to yell something, but I didn't hear it. I ran out of the house and jumped out of the window.

A few members of the group sat together and ate outside with a candle around them, a few of them not eating, and looking pissed over the fact.

I climbed up the gravel as quickly as I could and tried to reach the window to the house Jeyjey was in. There was no light, and I needed both of my hands to overcome the hurdles, but I managed to do so speedily nevertheless.

I flipped the coin in my mind, using it as a compass.

Jumping into the room Jeyjey was in, I found her and Baggy jeans hugging each other on the couch, while I seemed to have interrupted them doing whatever.

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The coin led me to the staircase, and the more steps I took up, the more the hands revealed the woman's eerie smile.

At the highest story, there was a hatch in the ceiling, leading to the roof.

Whatever it was, it was there.

I climbed the ladder that was attached to the hatch and assembled my gun before opening it.

BANG!

Before I could open the door of the hatch, an axe was lodged into it, only centimeters away from my face; it was swung from the other side, from the roof.

My heart sped up, fear and excitement tangled up, making me lick my teeth in nervous anticipation.

Putting the gun against the hatch, I fired at an angle I envisioned the attacker standing at. I imagined a small stature, as Henry had mentioned that it was a child he had seen in the forest, also with an axe.

After firing my magazine empty, I didn't wait and immediately pushed open the hatch-door. A sudden wind whipped my hair back as I stared at a figure that had rolled on the floor and was now jumping up again. The axe was still embedded in the hatch door, but even without a weapon, the figure looked ready to fight.

It really was a child, long black hair, a too big hoodie on her, barefoot. I conjured up a needle out of habit, so that the empty magazine and weapon disappeared.

I felt fucking hesitant when it came to shooting a child, but I was sure that this little one before me would slaughter everyone here.

I knew it; I felt it.

Conjuring a gun and ammunition back up, I wanted to put them together when the child before me attacked at a speed I can only describe as inhuman.

She lunged at me and punched me in the face so hard that I blacked out for a second while falling down. I came back to when my body met the floor, luckily I could stop the impact to my head.

Her small body was still on me, and the hand she had raised over her head took on a poise that looked as if she would claw my heart out. Before she brought her hand down, I slammed the end of the empty gun against her face.

She halted in her motion when I again bashed her head with my gun, and she recoiled backwards a bit. There was no time to assemble the gun, as I let go of the magazine and grabbed her throat with all my strength. I pushed her back and managed to get the upper hand.

The gun and magazine disappeared while I choked her and conjured up my kitchen knife. I slashed it down, and the moment it met her throat, I found bright blue eyes staring at me.

Blood gushed out of her throat when I saw her eyes widening as if she suddenly recognized me, her lips forming a word,

"Kenny."

I felt dizzy by the fact that I knew these eyes; they were the same one Henry had, the same ones Henrietta had.

"Henrietta?" I asked, and a small smile appeared on her face.

I pressed against her wound to stop the blood. To do what?

What am I exactly doing here?

Who is my opponent, and what the fuck is going on?

Why am I killing a child who had not killed anyone as far as I know now?

Sudden doubts clouded my head, and it was then when her fist punched my throat, nearly crushing it.

I collapsed back in disorientation, and the child lunged at me once again. My hands were on my throat instinctively, as the pain nearly sent me back into another blackout.

She seized my hands with tremendous strength and pulled them away before sinking her head into my neck and biting down.

I knew she had hit an artery; her blood streamed from her throat, while mine did the same, only that my blood landed inside her mouth.

'Vampire?' I thought humorously while feeling my strength draining at a rapid speed. Conjuring up my gun, I assembled it behind her back.

When it was done, and she had not stopped sucking my blood out, I pressed one hand against the back of her head, encouraging her to drink, while my other put the gun to the side of her head.

I pulled the trigger.

BANG