Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 267. Unreliable Prophet, Unstable God
The hollowness was still inside me, from my stomach along my heart to my throat.
As if I could vomit it out, but there it was, stuck and clogging every organ I needed to live, turning me into a walking corpse.
I cried into my palms, wanting it to go away.
"Now it’s okay," Dr. Lawrence said softly, and the next moment, Henry was beside me, pulling me into a sitting position and holding me.
He whispered in my ear while patting my back.
"You are all right. You are all right now."
"Mhm." I said, nearly getting myself back under control before I suddenly started crying again.
It was a fucking arduous task to calm me down, but Henry did so patiently.
It was good that he was here. Although everything felt more heartbreaking most of the time, when you had an actual shoulder to cry on, it was good... it was so fucking good to have him by my side.
When I was done, I stood up and went to the faucet that was in the room to wash my face and hands. Was that the reason there was a damn faucet in a normal room? Crying patients?
A new theory formed inside my mind. Could it be that I needed to watch/experience each of the giant’s memories, especially since I didn’t remember most of them besides these few situations? Like in an anime, understand and accept, and only then can I have my fucking peace?
Yet, it would be impossible for me to accept someone so blindly destroying everything around him.
Still, maybe with the help of the hypnosis that brought memories of the giant’s life up, I wouldn’t lose my fucking mind.
Dr. Lawrence hadn’t interrupted Henry while he consoled me.
Now that I was clean and calm again, it was time to flip the coin on her, looking into the past this time.
I had already decided to find out what was behind the center, so here we go.
I winked at Henry, who watched me like a hawk to signal that I was alright again, before I went to the doctor and reached my hand out.
I wasn’t in the mood to say much; she would grow suspicious either way, so no need for further excuses.
She scrutinized me, but ultimately, she reached out to shake my hand.
I internally asked about the secret behind the center and flipped the coin. Back of my hand; golden; past; eyes and ears uncovered. Correct past of Dr. Lawrence.
I stand inside a mansion. The ceilings are high, and the furniture is old but expensive. The windows are huge, and the books on the bookshelves look like some kind of treasure. Dr. Lawrence stands in front of a desk; across from her is a very old man.
"Grandfather. Why did I have to leave my studies and come back?"
"You already know. Everything happened as prophesied; we have to act." The old man says.
"You want to build that place?" Dr. Lawrence asks, and when I come closer to her, I see that she seems a bit younger than she is at the present.
"I need to." The old man laughs.
"A place to house the four hundred otherworlders?" Dr. Lawrence asks, and I raise my eyebrows.
The old man nods.
"Yes. If they come from another world, we can’t act hastily, but we also can’t let them wreak havoc and destroy our world. We don’t know of the powers they possess."
"Grandfather... what do you hope to find by going against the state? Why don’t you notify the military about the arrival of unknown fiends?"
I break into laughter, realizing that there seems to have been a misunderstanding. I point at them and hold my stomach: "BAHAHHAAH!"
Whoever told them about the four hundred omitted the fact that it was humans who came back. Not people from another world—well, technically yes, but they were just returning from this other world, not initially coming from there.
"What a shitty prophecy is that?!" I can’t get a grip.
This birthday is really a rollercoaster. First cake, then floor cake, then a second cake, then cash, then an ex-girlfriend with a stolen bag, then crying, and now I get to see a FRICKING COMEDY.
I would give everything to have been able to witness the moment when they understood that these otherworlders, sure, came back with a bit of abilities, like being faster and stronger, but in the end, were only broken people.
The water tank to influence them, psychological treatment to form them, and a full schedule to keep them from getting bored or having bad thoughts. This whole center was a nicely meant prison to appease beings that didn’t even exist.
Bahhahahaha! Then what? Change of plan? Now you had a gigantic center, experiments that were conducted to get a drug from the military that... what? Makes people obedient?
What are you going to do with all this? With all the money you have spent?
What was even the original plan to get otherworlders for? Surely it wasn’t the same as it is for us, right? You wouldn’t be crazy enough to try to turn possible higher beings into your soldiers, or are you?
This is so fucking hilarious.
"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?" I ask them.
"We have to bring these otherworlders to our side. Your father will be responsible for the rest." He answers his granddaughter’s question instead of mine.
Then they only continue to talk about the center and where they would build it.
I was in the midst of thinking to log myself out of this vision, because I have laughed enough for now, when the old man speaks as if he just thought of something.
"I didn’t tell you about the last prophecy. It is... something else, more like a warning or advice, not like the usual."
Oh? Don’t make it so dramatic and just tell us.
"I am ready." Dr. Lawrence looked at him, interlocking her fingers in front of her body.
"’Kennith Howard will become a god,’
and
’goD and doG must not be separated.’"
Coming back, I took a deep look at the doctor, tightening my hold on her hand as I smiled.
I was desperately trying to hold back my laughter, as well as the questions about this interesting prophet who somewhere ran around and told partly nonsense, partly the most intriguing stuff.
And this prophet was also so fucking right, so right to warn them not to separate us. I like this person already.
Yet Dr. Lawrence seemed to misinterpret my face, her body stiffening, her eyes widening as she stared at me in what...fear?
Pfft.
Did you know about the drug in the water tanks? I am inclined to think no, because they were in different departments that seemed to stand in concurrence—if I go by what I saw while looking at the supervisor’s past.
Maybe that was not the case, but where was your fear when you wanted my blood?
When you put an ankle monitor on me?
When you put cameras in my room?
When you put me through group therapy with that bitch spouting traumatic shit?
When you asked me to take part in the DMT testing?
Would you do something like that to a god?
Don’t think I don’t know that all of you want to cut me open even if you are warned to not do it, even if you are in danger by doing so.
I know it.
You all want to watch me, you all want to study me, and then you want to dissect me.
You are dying to dissect your god, AREN’T YOU?
I know it. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
I CAN FEEL IT.
"Kenny." Henry stood up and called me as I was still staring down at the doctor.
I chuckled and let go of her.
Ahhh, today is a fucking exciting day, perfect for becoming an adult.
"Let’s go." I took Henry’s wrist to put his arm around my neck before steering him out of the room.
