Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 101 - . Injured

Her body went limp, and luckily, the bullet hadn't exited her head and struck my arm, with which I held her head.

I put my arm down and fired a few more bullets inside her head before throwing her off.

I flipped the coin and saw that the woman on it did not change; the danger should be over.

Taking deep, labored breaths, I pulled my sweater up and pressed the fabric against my bleeding neck.

Damn it!

DAMN IT!

FUCK FUCK FUCK!

I hated myself for such a rookie mistake like hesitating while taking down an opponent, but I really have to be granted forgiveness.

Killing a child was already something really difficult to do for a normal human being, but killing a child while looking into their eyes, AND recognizing them, was even more difficult.

It was still dark around me, absolute silence, and the ominous wind was gone as well. I was really desperate for any kind of sound in this situation, at least chirping from crickets or anything, but there was none.

Now was the time to call for my dog so that he could carry me back and take care of me, but I didn't want to.

There was still the taste of my own sperm in my mouth, and the knowledge that it was MY OWN was the only reason I was not vomiting over a toilet—instead of fighting some psycho vampire kid that not only wants to chop people up with an axe, but also bites like a dog with rabies.

Then there was the fact that this kid either was his twin sister or at least a version of her, and I didn't want to find out how he would react to me giving her a few headshots, nor seeing him break down or anything because she was dead.

ADDITIONALLY, I think I wouldn't even be able to get my voice out even if I wanted to, after receiving such a crushing blow.

"KENNITH HOWARD, WHERE ARE YOU?" I heard my grandmother scream into the silence, parting haven and earth.

"WHERE DID HE GO?" She bellowed into the silence, receiving no answer.

"I'll go." That was Henry's voice, which sounded breathless, but at least he had followed my order.

Still.

Don't come here.

I tried to raise my body, but it was futile, and I heard steps coming up the staircase.

Yeah, so what if he breaks down? It has nothing to do with me. I probably saved everyone's lives in here by killing her; there is no need to feel guilt.

No need to feel like Kenny2. Both Kennys each killed a Henrietta; isn't it okay?

I don't know, I feel dizzy; everything in my head is all mixed up.

Fuck, most of all, right now, I feel so fucking weak.

What lingered inside Kenny2 was also inside me; that was the thought I didn't want to finish thinking, wasn't it?

If he were my counterpart, the woman beater and the murderer were also part of myself, and damn it, I don't like it.

I heard Henry coming up the ladder that would bring him to the roof.

Go away, you dick-sucking motherfucker.

He looked over the scenery on the rooftop, and when he spotted me, he ran to my side, kneeling.

"Kenny, what the hell had happened?" He applied pressure to the wound on my neck, which was a huge help because I felt too tired to do so myself. Finally, I could let my hand rest at my side.

"What should I do?"

"What should I do?" Henry repeated.

"Are you dying?" His voice trembled every so slightly, and from what I could see, he looked like his soul had left his body.

"No." I creaked out through my destroyed throat, from a fucking heavy punch and then from the bite. He fortunately ignored my opponent's corpse; at least that would save me from his whining.

I knew I needed to touch this little dead Henrietta and flip the coin to understand what was going on, but I felt too weak for that.

"IS HE ALIVE?" A yell that foreshadowed nothing good penetrated the sky.

"Injured, but alive!" Henry yelled back to my grandma.

"BRING THAT WEAKLING!" My grandma seemed in a terrible mood, and I knew I would get it with the stick again.

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"Will you die if I carry you down?" Henry asked me with a peculiar desperation.

"I won't." My voice broke, and it hurt like hell. Get the hint, you fucker, I can't talk now.

"I will carry you." Without stopping to apply pressure to my wound, he scooped me up before standing up with a stumble that luckily didn't send us down the roof.

He hurried down the ladder, mostly just jumping inside instead of descending down step by step because his hands were busy holding me.

Each step he took hurt, and I pressed my eyes together to endure, reminding myself that it was nothing, and that I was able to heal fast.

In Jeyjey's room was only Jeyjey, clearly scared like hell, while Baggy Jeans was nowhere to be found, apparently having left her behind again.

"What....what happened?" She stammered, but Henry ignored her, jumping out of the window with me.

He ran down the gravel and used the same speed to run up the next asphalt chunk again, which looked like an impossible task, but it worked.

There were a few empty cans left, but not one person in the group was still around.

My grandma waited behind the window and motioned for him to bring me inside.

Henry followed, and I was cautiously put down inside the room I had slept in, on the mattress from before.

"Very good. A hero, aren't we?" She started again, while bringing in a candle.

"I think his artery was cut." Henry said, looking at my grandma as if he needed her to tell him what to do.

"Apply pressure. If he is not dead yet, he will survive, like every rodent does." She went outside again and brought some fabric back, kneeling to my other side.

Her gray eyes loomed over me with clear killing intent.

"I will bandage your neck tightly. If you are strangled in the process, you only have yourself to blame."