Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 277. The Devil Inside II
"Do you know why you have to die?" I asked Skinny Guy, his injured face still sticking out of his burial ground.
He just cried and pleaded incoherently, so I gathered a good amount of sand on my shovel before telling him the reason.
"It’s because you touched my dog." I flung the sand over his face, hearing him cough, choke, and vomit.
Yet it quieted down quickly after four to five more shovels of sand.
I stuck the shovel inside the sand when the grave was half-filled.
One corpse was still missing inside the grave, so there was no reason to fill it up completely.
Though said corpse was currently still running around, breathing.
Propped on the handle of my shovel, I looked in the direction I had come from.
The moment I entered the desert, the window to the big garden in the middle of the center had naturally closed, so now I was all alone in the desert.
But now it had to open again, and as I thought of Dr. Thompson, I watched yet another fantastical scene emerging right in front of my eyes.
The sand a few meters away turned into a tiled ground; walls emerged, flickering in space before solidifying, the layout of a room manifesting, together with participants.
The whole process hadn’t even taken a second, but it was so fascinating to see that, now that I was feeling a bit calmer, I paid attention to each detail. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
Dr. Thompson stood in this room, screaming at the CSI girl with the chaotic makeup, whose name was apparently Bianca.
"...DISAPPEARED? NO WAY HE DISAPPEARED?! Bianca, don’t tell me you haven’t checked the cameras?"
"Dr. Thompson! I have already informed you that there is no electricity in the building, with this room being an exception. And we shouldn’t be in the panic room but help them find him!" Bianca wiped sweat from her face, smearing her dark makeup, showing an unrelenting side of hers.
"NO! YOU WILL STAY RIGHT HERE WITH ME!" Dr. Thompson grabbed her when she attempted to get to the thick metal door.
"TELL ME WHAT THEY SAID!"
"Let go!" She kicked him where it hurt, getting away from him.
"Nice one," I commented from the invisible back row.
"You bitch!" Though Dr. Thompson put away the charm he usually displayed, he didn’t go after the goth girl but instead sat on the small bed inside this security room, panic room, or whatever, in pain.
He sighed deeply, regaining a bit of composure.
"What did the witnesses exactly say?"
Bianca had hurried to the other side of the room, looking at him warily but still explaining,
"Howard injured the attacker with a knife. When the nurses applied first aid to the attacker, he injured them as well; then he dragged the attacker away. Both disappeared from one second to the next."
I straightened up and let go of the shovel, conjuring up a rope.
"How about the tracker in the ankle monitor, Smartwatch?" Dr. Thompson asked, panicky.
I took the end of the rope and made a knot in it to construct a loop.
"We currently can’t get access to the system because the electricity is down; that’s what the others said," Bianca said.
He seemed to have forgotten that I didn’t even have an ankle monitor on me, but even if I did, there was nothing I couldn’t get rid of.
I swung the lasso a few times to get a feeling for it before I walked toward the scene, toward the room in the forsaken desert.
"He can only conjure up things; how could he disappear?" Dr. Thompson mumbled while holding his precious little eggs, apparently still in pain from that kick.
The bed he sat on was placed against the left corner of the room from where I stood now.
So I walked toward the room, then left, circling it so that I stood right behind the bed, where the wall was, or should be.
Well, now that I could circle the room to get closer to my target, I didn’t have to use the rope and could just pull him to me with my hand, but I had already made it, so I opted for using it.
I threw the lasso, though the distance really wasn’t far enough to call it throwing, and it securely landed around Dr. Thompson’s neck.
Bianca seemed to notice the rope, as she blanched and pointed at Dr. Thompson, who looked down, but before he could react further, I pulled him to me.
Not with enough force to break his neck; I really made a point of that.
Bianca held her mouth shut and slid down on the floor, making herself small, as she watched in horror as Dr. Thompson disappeared into the wall as I pulled him into the desert.
When I had Dr. Thompson, I closed the window to the room, letting it disappear from the desert.
My victim looked around in panic, pissing himself, before he looked up at me as I bent over to look back at him.
"Hello, Doc," I said calmly.
Dr. Thompson screamed, partly for help, partly randomly, reminding me of myself when I had been to prison for the first time.
I pulled on the rope in my hand, silencing him for some time, but not forever—not yet.
I circled him and stepped on each of his knees, either breaking or dislocating them, but probably more of shattering them.
Again, cries and screams; he choked on the pain together with the rope around his neck when I walked back to my shovel and dug the sand back up again.
I was curious to see if Skinny Guy was still alive, and I also wanted to show Dr. Thompson what I had been doing while he hid in some panic room.
I dug and dug again, the action beginning to calm me.
The desert was the right place to choose for this kind of task. Not only was the weather beautiful, also accelerating the decomposition of the bodies, but there was also nothing here—absolutely nothing—which made it all the more beautiful.
Additionally, when there was wind, the sand would blow everywhere, which had bothered me when burying Dr. Carell, but now I found joy in this thankless task.
The achievement that I experienced when I eventually reached the end of the hole was tremendous.
I also liked to bury them all together—two doctors and one patient—leaving one to ask who would also end up inside there.
How about the guard that had turned away when I was nearly raped, or the rapists that ended up with serious wounds or no body parts?
See, there’s no reason to ever stop digging when there are so many people demanding to get buried.
"WHAT DID THAT GUY TELL YOU?"
"IT WASN’T ME! HE ACTED ALONE!"
"I HAVE A WIFE AND CHILDREN AT HOME!"
"PLEASE, I AM SOLELY DEVOTED TO SCIENCE!"
"I can help you; do you need my help breaking out of the center? Bring me back, and I’ll help you." He said, suddenly turning cordially.
That last sentence didn’t even get a tired smile out of me.
Dude, you are literally in the desert, where I brought you. I don’t need your help.
I knew I had dug my way back to Skinny Guy when my shovel met flesh. Surprisingly, a stream of blood splurted out, which told me that his heart was still beating.
I seemed to have struck his thigh or some big artery; though there was no screaming or anything, at least not from Skinny Guy.
"NO! NO! I DON’T WANT TO DIE, NO!" Dr. Thompson screamed and crawled away, seeing the blood fountain.
Not bad. Though I was showered in blood, I would need to go for a swim anyway because of all the sand that stuck to me.
"HELP, SOMEONE, ANYONE, NOOO!"
My wet swimming shorts and black T-shirt had long dried in the sun, but the blood was also warm, so it didn’t even cool me down.
I let the blood further drench me and closed my eyes, emptying my head.
When the fountain stopped, I climbed back up from the hole and went to get Dr. Thompson.
His stomach emptied through his backdoor when I dragged him to the hole—well, I can relate to that; it happens to the best of us—and he had turned absolutely silent, his face stricken with horror.
"Do you know why you have to die?" I asked him, standing atop the hole with his arm grabbed.
"Monster... you are a MONSTER! KILLER, MURDERER! MONSTER, MONSTER!" He found his voice again; what luck!
I stepped on his shin, shattering that as well, before I ripped his arm out and kicked him inside.
He howled in pain but soon lost consciousness, so he couldn’t hear the reason at all, though I told him nevertheless.
"It’s because you touched my dog." I threw his arm to the rest of his body and grabbed my shovel to close the grave again.
