Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 276. The Devil Inside (by Des Rocs)
Push and pull, two extremes coming together and repelling each other.
Consciousness can easily turn into unconsciousness.
Voluntary into involuntary.
A small mistake can lead to a grave, life-changing tragedy.
Sanity, oh sanity, can so easily be turned into insanity that the whole concept itself is no more than a joke.
And so it is with living and dying.
The table in my mind flipped without my doing, just a switch that was turned in an instant.
I looked at the engraving of a giant etched into the wood, the violet shimmering coin lying on it, as if to entice someone to take it and commit little shenanigans with the power of the gods, the power that had been, was, and will forever be forbidden.
I sat up and held Henry in my arms to take a look at him.
He was unconscious; his pulse was steady, and so was his breathing. There were no bullet holes inside his shirt on his back, nor any blood besides the one he had vomited out.
"BAM!" Another bullet flew at me, striking my shoulder.
Finally remembering Skinny Guy, I conjured up my kitchen knife and threw it at him, hitting his stomach and bringing him to the ground.
I turned back to Henry and bit into my wrist before grabbing his jaw to force his mouth open and pouring my blood into him.
Touching the violet coin in my mind, I already saw that he would be alright; without flipping it, it was just a feeling.
Looking up, I saw the twins in front of me in their bathing suits, apparently having run to me the moment I struck Skinny Guy. Chelsea and the two guys were also running toward me.
"Don’t let him out of your sight." I looked at the twins, who nodded solemnly and crouched down by Henry’s side.
I put the red bracelet on my wrist over Henry’s hand and pulled out both smartwatches from my swimming shorts to throw them on the ground.
I again touched the violet coin in my mind, thinking of the electricity room inside the building.
The next moment, I was inside a moderately big room with generators and metal closets with buttons and the like. I conjured up my gun and fired at everything I could see.
When I had fired about five bullets, the lights in the room went out. About ten bullets later, something exploded lightly with sparks flying around.
I touched the violet coin, thinking of another electricity room, and was teleported there instantly. Again, I fired at least one magazine empty, and so I did in two other rooms with generators in case of fallouts.
When I was finished and there were no more rooms that could provide the cameras with electricity, I turned my head to the left and right, hearing a satisfying crack. Next, I teleported back to Skinny Guy.
There were medical personnel around him, so I had to grab the next best man’s shirt to fling him away.
Screams; someone tried to stop me from going to my victim, pushing and pulling, stuff like that. Each of the three medical guys got their wrists broken after they had touched me. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
Finally, nobody came near me, and the doctor and nurses or whatever stepped back, giving me space to crouch down beside Skinny Guy.
I touched his forehead, and the information flooded into my mind, just. like. fucking. that.
So I saw a scene that had already happened: Skinny Guy inside a hospital bed, and I saw Dr. Thompson talking to him.
"We can’t let you participate in the testing when you are this injured. I am sorry," he said.
"So I won’t get the money for taking part in the drug test?" Skinny Guy asked with difficulty, under immense pain.
"I am sorry. However, we have a special mission for you." Dr. Thompson took a gun out of his white coat and placed it on the little table by the bed.
"You had gone through training as a sniper before you were dishonorably discharged from the military, right?"
"I have." Skinny Guy answered.
"We need Kennith Howard’s blood, the fellow with the red eyes. Don’t worry, he won’t die. Just shoot him so we have a reason to get him on the operating table."
"What if he retaliates? I’ve seen him take things from nowhere. What if he shoots me?" Skinny Guy asked incoherently.
"The moment he shows signs of aggression, he will be sedated by the nurses. Don’t worry," Dr. Thompson promised.
"Is this an official mission or a private one?"
"A private one. These two fellows are already doing what they want, so one of them can bleed a bit for science... and world peace." The doctor smiled charmingly.
"Alright. Do I get money?"
"You will, the same as it was stated in the contract for the drug testing."
"We have a deal."
"Good. If you see them separately, shoot at Howard. If they are together, shoot at Henry Devin; Kennith will surely take the bullet for him."
"These fucking faggots, I knew it! Don’t worry, I have to get even with Kennith Howard anyway."
I didn’t need to touch Skinny Guy for even half a second to see what I needed to see.
Next, I thought of a place and saw that the scene a few meters in front of me was changing. The grass and part of the running track had turned into sand, and if I looked straight ahead, I saw a desert emerging.
After I took off his smartwatch and threw it on the ground, I stood up and grabbed Skinny Guy’s arm; he screamed when I dragged him to the desert that was overlapping with the big open space of the center.
Something penetrated my uninjured shoulder, and when I turned around, I saw a few nurses holding guns, but not like the one Skinny Guy had. Just like Dr. Thompson had said, they used small arrows instead of bullets to sedate aggressive people.
I didn’t even feel dizzy as I smiled back at them, at the nurses and doctors I didn’t recognize, at the twins farther away, and at my other group members, who cried or just looked utterly shocked, before I turned around and continued my way to the desert, together with my victim.
When I stepped on the sand, I was already inside the desert, the same spot I had been to last time.
I let Skinny Guy go and conjured up a shovel.
Skinny Guy’s screams turned into cries when I started to dig the hole.
He forced himself up and tried to run away, but, you fucker, this was the desert... What’s the point?
When my shovel hit bones, I knew I had dug in the right spot. I looked at the corpse of Dr. Carell, which had clearly been ripped apart, and chuckled.
No wonder he had screamed so much that my lunatic brain had left that for me as a nice little extra when I closed my eyes and tried to relax.
No idea why my memory had been falsified, though.
I teleported to Skinny Guy and brought him to the hole before breaking his wrists and ankles. Then I threw him into the hole and started shoveling sand on him again under his tormented pleas.
"IT WAS A MISTAKE, SORRY! I WILL APOLOGIZE TO YOU! I AM SORRY!"
"I DIDN’T WANT TO KILL EITHER OF YOU!"
"I WAS COMMISSIONED TO DO IT!"
"LET ME GO AND I’LL TELL YOU WHO GAVE ME THE GUN!"
"I’LL GO TO THE POLICE AND CONFESS!"
"I AM BEGGING YOU!"
Like magic, his face had apparently healed enough for him to continue pleading, screaming, and crying.
