Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 120 - . The shadow

Henry's POV

I stood in a street, watching a family of four on the other side of the road.

I chuckled.

"What do you think you are doing?" I asked.

The cement blocks fell from the crane down at the newly constructed skyscraper. While the onlookers, including the family, still thought they were safe because they were behind a fence and not that close, the building tilted in their direction.

A metallic rupture was heard, and then everything happened very fast.

The building, crashed into the people, killing dozens.

I watched on.

"What do you think you are doing?" I asked again, this time louder, amidst the screaming people.

"Wanna rile me up with just that? How weak." I knew my body was fighting against the shadow, and this was also the reason I was not inside the black-haired child while the catastrophic memory repeated itself, but was at a distance to it instead, within my own body.

"You feed on emotions, aren't you?" I picked up a coke bottle that someone had dropped to the ground while running away and took a few sips. This was the only explanation that would make sense.

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"Show me what you got." I have no idea what Kenny has seen while using his ability. But I knew that these shadows should be very dangerous when it forced him to close the portal to our home.

However, with these cheap tricks, were they really that dangerous?

Next was a scene inside the villa after my parents had died, where I got a horror trip from the drugs and bashed my head into the bathroom tiles to stop the hallucinations.

"That was really a bad night." I commented, while sitting on the closed toilet, and watched my younger self losing it.

The coke was still with me, so I had a refreshment while watching the show.

I thought of Kenny, what was he doing right now, while I was inside my head, fighting this fucking thing? Was he angry because I got subdued, at least in terms of losing consciousness?

He had just praised me for the first time, and I wanted to work with that. Now, if I lost my chance to further show my best behavior, what if he hated me again?

I wouldn't want my master to hate his dog, not at all.

Next, was the morgue, where I identified Henrietta2.

That shook me up a bit, but yeah, it happened what felt eons ago.

Still, the moment I felt the slight grief, anger, disappointment, and hatred coming up, the emotions were sucked out of me again. I was right, these things fed on emotions.

I just needed to regain consciousness, and then I would surely find a way to get rid of this thing.

Next, was me stalking Kenny, me punching Kenny, and me not believing Kenny.

I really didn't like to see that, but I could still overcome it.

When we came to the moment I carried Kenny while he was injured, and turned around to catch my sister coming at me with a stone, I had to hold it together to not feel anything. At that moment, I had kicked her.

"Henrietta, just what the hell had happened to you?" I had asked her, and she just asked me to go and never come again.

Outside, a cop forced me to lay Kenny down, while calling for reinforcement, and then, he was taken away from me.

The setting changed again. This time it divided from reality, and, it was starting to get heated.

It was when Kenny came into my cell, only that, contrary to what really happened, Kenny penetrated me, fucked me.

I got dizzy at the scene, humiliated, angry, but also fascinated by seeing him out of breath, gripping the body he pushed into with such intense need.

I saw myself moaning passionately before turning around, pushing him down, and entering him as he had entered me. Only that the other me spread Kenny's legs like he would with a woman, before grabbing his throat and pounding him.

I took a step closer, wanting to see what exactly happened, inside this dimly lit cell.

Why was it showing me this? What could it gain from just making up such shit?

As Kenny was fucked by the other me, I kneeled and, as if under a spell, I touched his chest, playing with his nipple.

"What is this?" I asked, my finger wandering from his nipple, up to his throat, along his Adams apple, to his jawline.

"Why showing me...."

I slid to his parted lips, before pushing my finger in his mouth. He sucked on it, and the eyes that had stayed on the other me, snapped to my real self.

"....such a sight?"

I pulled my finger out of his mouth and grabbed his jaw, bending down and kissing his lips, while the hands around his throat had become my own.

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I opened my eyes in a daze and felt myself carried, in the process of being placed on the ground.

"If there had never been a fever, isn't that a good sign? It means his body fights against it, like against a virus." Kenny spoke, and I finally noticed that it was his back I was in the midst of being separated from, it had been him carrying me.

"Maybe. But nobody had ever survived." A desperate voice echoed into the distance.

"He is awake! Henry, are you alright?" The same voice asked.

I tilted my head and looked at Kenny's red eyes.

"How are you?" He asked.

I looked up and thought about it.

How are you?

I lunged at him, and draped my hands around his neck, feeling happy when holding him down, satisfied and erratic, before these emotions were sucked out of me.

HOW?

He punched me, and I giggled ecstatically.

Someone beat me with a stick, and I looked up to tilt my head. What was I doing just now?

I contemplated for some time before remembering.

Ah, I was in the midst of killing him.

ARE?

I again tightened my grip on his throat, and when he pulled a gun out from somewhere and held it to my head, I turned and licked the barrel.

I didn't like the taste and bent down to try something else.

YOU?

Words stopped making sense, and I was unsure as to where I was and what I was doing.

Actions became tangled with thoughts that had creased to exist. Sympathy felt foreign, friendship and obedience turned and reversed, craving grew bitter, and corruption lured me with a promise of more.

More of the pictures I didn't want to see, turning into bizarre art until I was unable to recognize them.

More of the emotions I didn't want to feel, morphing into colors I didn't know of, before evaporating into incomprehension.

More of the memories that didn't happen, replacing the ones that I had always been unable to take on.

How are you?

I am good, I am alright.