Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 119 - . Up

Henry was still looking as shitty as he had two weeks ago, the last time I had seen him.

"Hey." I again tried to wake him up by patting his cheek, but it didn't work.

Henrietta, meanwhile, had turned to lie on her back, crying silently and looking at her hands.

Oh yeah, she shouldn't have experienced this kind of physical pain before. Until now, it had been her that killed and injured people without a second thought.

I turned back to the portal, and could feel that it was closed, at least this crappy task was finished.

Henry needed to get back to the cave, but there was no way I could carry him while climbing the hill the cave was on.

I needed help.

I went to Henrietta, and grabbed her hair, dragging her to the base of the hill, she cried louder, but if that was going to lure my help out, I had no problem with it.

When we arrived at the end of the hill, I conjured up handcuffs and put them on her, with her hands behind her back. I wouldn't need that long until I got the others, but I didn't want her to do something to her brother in the meantime, so bringing a bit of distance between them and rendering her more immobile than she already was, was my best choice of actions.

Then I climbed up, this time without gloves. Because of the exercise, a few of my cuts ripped open, but now was not the time to care for that.

The moment I reached the cave entrance, I yelled inside.

"GRANDMA! I NEED HELP, BRING EVERYONE!"

I looked down and saw that Henrietta hadn't moved away from the spot I placed her, though the handcuffs were gone and was satisfied.

Soon I saw the old dragon coming with Henrietta's parents.

"WHAT HAPPENED?" My grandmother screeched when she saw my get-up. Full of blood and a number of holes in my clothes.

"I'm fine, Henry's sister and I just had a little disagreement. Bring the men from the group, they have to help rope up Henry....and his sister." Well, she can't use her hands anymore.

My grandmother reached for her gun, her eyes fiery as she pulled it out.

I laughed at that,

"No need to shoot her. For now."

Henriettas mother gripped her husband's hands.

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"That was...that was our daughter?" She meant my apparent wounds.

"No time for explanations, but yes." Her real daughter probably wouldn't have done this, though.

I leaned back again to look at Henrietta, seeing that she had managed to stand up, and she stumbled into Henry's direction.

"Have to go, get the men!" I said, slid down the hill, and ran to Henrietta to push her to the ground.

"Where do you think you are going?"

Her face was full of tears and snot. I could still not believe that she was the same stoic girl from back then that had come to me for help. The whole experience with her had dealt a huge blow to my belief in being able to judge people accurately.

It's no actual wonder that I became paranoid as hell.

"They are here!" My grandma shouted down to us.

"Henrietta!" Her mother cried out for her; beside her stood Baggy Jeans, the glasses guy, and the other guy of their group.

Very good.

I dragged Henrietta back to the end of the hill.

"You are hurting her!" Her mother couldn't stop herself, only for my grandmother to howl at her to shut up.

I stepped out of my climbing belt, which I was still wearing and had never taken off, and forced Henrietta to put it on. When I was finished, I conjured up a rope and bound it to one of the carabiners.

"Catch the rope, and pull her up as FAST AS POSSIBLE. Grandma, if she tries to hurt someone when she is with you guys, shoot her!"

The guy caught the rope on the first try while my grandma had her gun gripped. When I climbed that part up the first time, it took longer than two minutes, hopefully pulling her up was faster.

If not, she would fall down, and we had to try again until it worked. Nothing I can do about that.

The moment she was up, and her father grabbed her wrist to pull her over the edge, the rope disappeared. Everyone who pulled looked at their empty hands in wonder, while my grandmother came forward to bash Henriettas head with her walking stick.

"Ahhahaaha!" I laughed happily at that show while Henriettas father attempted to get his daughter away from her attacker.

"WAIT! THROW DOWN THE CLIMBING BELT!" I yelled, and her parents helped her out of it, obliging while my grandma harrumphed at them.

"We have a second one, wait here." I ordered the guys and made my way to Henry.

Still unresponsive, besides sweating so strongly that it nearly washed the blood from his face, I put the belt on him, before I took his arms, and lifted him with my back.

I carried him to the end of the hill, with his feet dragging over the trash because he was taller than me.

Though my wounds bled with each of these exhausting movements, I could feel how they closed themselves again. I bet that is all thanks to Henriettas blood.

Again, securing a conjured-up rope, I exclaimed to them above.

"If you don't get him up in two minutes, he will fall. IF HE FALLS, NO ONE WILL GET FOOD!" This should be enough of an encouragement.

Besides Henry being heavier than his sister, he was upstairs sooner than her, and I followed behind them, climbing myself.

"What is wrong with Henry? Why are both of my children like this after following you out perfectly fine?" His father had come to Henry's side and was bending over him, turning to me.

"DOES MY GRANDSON LOOK FINE TO YOU? WHY DID YOUR SCOURGE OF A DAUGHTER ATTACK HIM?" My grandma yelled.

"Yup. We are all battered as hell. Henry was attacked by a shadow, by the way." I shrugged.

"No....no, NO!" His mother screamed and shook her head, her tears fell.

"This...these aren't the first signs after getting possessed." His father said.

"Mhm. We will get that thing out of him. Help put him on my shoulders, and I'll carry him while you tell me the exact symptoms and process of getting possessed." I said. No way I'm gonna let my dog die again after he had proven himself and I finally could muster up a silver of trust in him.

Maybe normal people couldn't help him, but I knew I could. My ability could send me back in time, could conjure up things from memory alone, and could foretell the past and future.

Don't fucking tell me, that I would lose to such a pathetic shadow thing.

Ha! No way.