Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 292. I Animation (by Dead Poet Society)

Henry’s POV

"DON’T GET INJURED AND STAY AWAY FROM THE COMMANDER!"

Don’t talk to him, don’t confuse him with me, and don’t get close to him.

Still cupping Patrick’s face, I could see his eyes close, and I could feel Kenny disappear again.

I let go of him in disgust, distancing myself and letting him fall to the floor while I turned around and pulled my sleeve up to bite into my arm to not scream out loud.

He again was gone, slipping from my fingers each time I blinked.

After tasting blood, I pulled my sleeve down and turned around.

When Patrick opened his eyes, there was no enchanting red in them anymore, just some undefinable brown that glistened at me with fear.

"Why... why am I here?" Anti-Guy asked me, standing up and scratching his head.

I walked to Kenny’s nightstand and opened the drawer, taking out paper and two pens. Inside was also the blue and red bracelet; because I was currently teleporting so often, I had to regretfully take them off.

"You stupid idiot did drink Kenny’s blood. Now he can occupy your body for a short moment." I ripped my eyes from the bracelets and closed the drawer, going to Patrick and giving him the paper and one of the two pens.

"Write down that you are voluntarily giving up your body every now and then."

"What??!" Patrick looked down at the empty paper before looking at me hesitantly.

"I... I don’t..."

"Well, I understand if you don’t want to do it." I smiled cordially at him, playing with the pen in my hand.

"Though Kenny didn’t want his blood taken as well, for someone to chug it down like a soft drink and then run away from the consequences..." I dissolved the pen before his eyes, only ashes remaining, which I threw up in the air like confetti.

"No... I understand... I agree." Anti-Guy sat on the unmade bed and used his thigh as a table, writing down a few sentences.

"I knew I could count on you." I was not nearly over my fury, but Kenny was right; these idiots weren’t the right people for me to unleash upon.

After a bit, he stood up again, giving me the paper back as he looked desperately at the door, though not daring to walk away without being dismissed.

’Kenny can use my body; I have no problem with it. Sorry for drinking his blood.’ And beyond that, he had signed his name.

"Very good, thank you for your cooperation. Harry apparently did also drink Kenny’s blood, so your task is now to get him to write down something similar as well. Bring it to me by the end of the day."

"O... okay." Anti-Guy slowly walked to the door.

"If I don’t get it before I go to sleep tonight, I will come looking for you." I threatened him, making him stop and turn around, and after he nodded repeatedly, I let him flee the room.

I put the paper back inside the drawer of the nightstand before I let the acid spread through my veins. During the month Kenny was missing, I had time to gather plenty of experience with this very practical power, and I think the pain while using it had lessened, or I just got accustomed to it.

I appeared in Dr. Lawrence’s office, where she was currently drinking coffee at a brand new desk.

"...Henry, use the door..." She admonished me hesitantly while I walked to the leather chair and took a seat.

I wrapped my finger in the shadowy energy, poking a hole in the armrest.

"Kenny’s blood has been taken." I looked at her, making another hole.

Her face went white, the horror of what I could do because of what I had discovered clearly visible. She covered her mouth, trying to regain her composure.

"I am sorry. It’s my fault."

"Who drew his blood? Who knows about this topic? Why was his blood contributed along with other patients? Who had drunk it besides Patrick and Harry? These are the questions I will get answers to now." I announced, poking another hole in the armrest of the leather chair as I looked straight into her eyes.

I tried to convey to her how dead serious this matter was with my just-as-dead serious expression.

She sighed, sounding as if she were forcefully pushing air out of her system.

"We just wanted to take a look at his blood; that was all, to see if it had any healing attributes..."

I made another hole in the leather armrest, and she continued to talk.

"Dr. Thompson’s assistant took a bit of Kenny’s blood with my permission, once. I later found out that upon testing the blood, he couldn’t find anything special... so..."

Another hole.

"So, he took another sample behind my back, this time instantly looking at it under the microscope. He was operating fast enough to see a few strange attributes that, however, soon vanished, leaving behind only normal blood."

So Kenny’s blood would lose its effects over time, only serving as ambrosia as long as it was freshly taken. That would make it easier to conceal the fact that his blood was special.

Dr. Lawrence nervously tapped the new table with her finger.

"This assistant then, knowing that he couldn’t continue taking Kenny’s blood because he would soon wake up, decided to transfer the blood to other patients. Because Kenny’s blood group is that of a universal donor, he randomly chose people from the group you and Kenny are in. He also let them ingest the blood to later make tests with blood he would draw from them."

Another hole in the leather armrest, and Dr. Lawrence continued.

"That all happened behind my back. I let the assistant sign a non-disclosure agreement and fired him. There is no need to... kill him."

"The names."

"The blood taken from the individuals whose blood was ingested or transferred showed no anomalies. No knowledge was gained through the whole ordeal. There is no need for you to kill anyone."

"The names."

"Dr. Thompson’s assistant is named Charles Holland," she eventually yielded.

"Continue."

"The blood had been ingested by Harry and Patrick, while it had been transferred to Dennis and Roland, all part of your group."

"This will be my last warning. Endanger Kenny again, and I won’t care who you are or what the consequences of your death are. You will die by my hands, and not even Kenny will be able to stop me from doing it. That is a promise." I smiled at her.

Maybe she thought that because Kenny was her patient and he had a favorable impression of her, she would be safe from me, giving her the courage to act out.

But I knew that nobody was more important to Kenny than I was, so even if he were angry or disappointed by my killing her, he would ultimately forgive me.

While staring at her fear-stricken expression, I let the acid spread from my veins through my body, dissolving me as I thought of the name of Dr. Thompson’s assistant.

Soon, the outside force put me together, and I found myself appearing inside a dark basement.

There, a man was working on the only light source, a lit-up microscope. The walls of the basement were covered in papers; on the long desk Charles was working at, there were a few vials and several other machines—all in all, what you would expect from a crazed scientist’s hideout.

I quietly walked to the busy assistant, who hadn’t noticed my appearance, before grabbing his collar and slamming him against the adjoining wall.

He screamed, looking at me, needing a few seconds to realize what was happening and who I was, as he sat there on the floor with all the dust from the wall behind him raining down on him.

"Henry Devin..." He finally muttered.

"Charles Holland." I nodded, looking down at him.

"Apparently, you know me. Then tell me, do you know why I am here?"