Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 293. II Animation (by Dead Poet Society)
Henry’s POV
The man on the floor was in his late twenties, looking prim and proper, like a good student.
Charles didn’t answer, looking nervously at his desk instead.
I let the shadowy energy spread from my hand to the desk, acidifying everything on it, along with part of the wall and the floor.
The man screamed while covering his face, watching through his fingers as everything he had worked on turned to ashes.
"So, who else knows about you taking Kenny’s blood?" I asked him.
"Please... please don’t kill me..." He whispered.
I crouched down beside his foot, grabbing his ankle and using my power on it to melt his flesh.
"Who knows about you taking Kenny’s blood?" I asked again.
He screamed once more, crying and begging before he finally understood that the pain wouldn’t stop as long as he didn’t talk.
"The nurse, Jackson, Dr. Lawrence, and the four test subjects: Dennis, Roland, Harry, and Patrick. Nobody else, NOBODY ELSE!"
I let go of his ankle, which had already dissolved to the bone, before I stood up and grabbed his face.
"What gave you the impression that stealing Kenny’s blood would be a good idea?" I hissed at his eyes full of agony.
"He f-f-fed you his blood... you had no b-b-bullet wounds; h-his blood can c-c-cure e-e-everything! I... I wanted to s... save...." He stammered.
"Didn’t you know that you can’t steal from the gods? That taking what isn’t yours would only get you killed?" I asked him earnestly, and he went silent, continuing to cry, until I let my powers spread, dissolving the rest of his body, beginning with his face.
When his whole body turned into a slimy mass, I used my power again, and even the remains of that man disappeared completely.
I would love to use my powers on the whole house, but I wouldn’t want to make it this obvious that it was me who committed this crime.
Let’s just burn it down.
From the basement, I wandered into the cellar, finding a few canisters of gasoline.
I took them, walking from room to room to distribute what would later fuel the flames.
When I entered one of the rooms, I found that another person was living here.
A middle-aged woman, hooked up to countless machines inside a hospital bed.
She seemed half-conscious, looking at me when I entered her room.
I walked up to her, seeing no fear in her eyes because of a strange intruder appearing.
Even with the blanket on her, I could see that half of her body was missing—more than half, at least up to her navel, making it a miracle that she was still alive.
A very similar sight to what I found when I had visited the morgue to see the destroyed body of my sister, which, fortunately, was also covered.
"Should I call someone to get you out of here, or do you want to die?" I asked her calmly, already knowing what she would answer.
Her trembling arm raised, her finger pointing at something.
I put the canister down to follow her finger, noticing a morphine solution on a shelf not far away. Beside it were disposable injection needles.
"Let me tell you a story." Taking the needle out of the package, I spoke.
"There was a little dog playing with its little siblings happily inside a forest." I put the needle inside the morphine glass.
"One day, a big yellow crane appeared, picking on the puppies’ parents until they ran away. As for the siblings...that was a bit more complicated." I pulled on the back of the needle, drawing the medicine to the fullest.
"The puppy was so sad, having to play all alone." I walked to her.
"But then he met a mysterious human with red eyes, and with this human, he found not only a companion but also a family." I put the needle into the infusion tube close to her hand.
"Now the puppy, together with his human, is experiencing the biggest kinds of adventures, traveling between worlds, saving other people, and defeating villains like the big bad crane." I injected the morphine into the infusion tube, slowly but surely.
"They are very happy together. They even visited the netherworld. There, beautiful flowers bloom, the sky is bluer than my eyes are, and the sun never sets." I looked into the old woman’s eyes, seeing her listen attentively.
"So don’t worry. It’s beautiful where you are about to go." I stroked her straw-like hair, watching as she slowly closed her eyes, appearing to be in absolute peace.
The heart monitor beside her beeped in alarm, eventually showing only a flat line.
I dissolved the needle and the morphine container.
"Just that the red-eyed human constantly runs away from his puppy, forcing it to chase after him." I mumbled before walking back to the canister.
I took gasoline and doused the middle-aged woman’s body before continuing on my journey through the one-story house, in the end, standing inside the basement again.
When everything was soaked in gasoline, I took a lighter that I had spotted on top of a drawer inside the basement and committed the last motion necessary to burn the house down.
After everything was done, I teleported back to my room inside the center, where I took off my clothes, dissolving them, before I took a shower.
The camera inside my room had never been reinstalled since I had ripped it off the wall. Furthermore, nobody came to me if I didn’t attend my lessons.
The center had now turned into the place where I would sleep and hang around before teleporting to different places, doing different things.
I was only here to wait for Kenny’s return, as no walls could stop me anymore, and I gave a fuck about being officially free or not—additionally, Dr. Lawrence seemed to cover really everything for me.
Regarding one of the things I did the most, it was beating up Kenny3, who spoke about his vision happening ’soon’ when I had already waited so damn long, each day going by without any news.
And this annoying prick had been wrong all along; it wasn’t Kenny who came back, but his soul entering another body. I still had no idea if his vision of me appearing inside the crystal world was true because right now, it seemed he would be wrong again because I had no idea how to travel to that place.
After showering and putting on clothes, I called Ethan from the cellphone he had given me after our last meeting inside Mrs. Howard’s mansion two weeks ago.
"Did you finally come into contact with Eugene Junior?" I asked him.
Kenny’s grandma had a long and heated talk with Dr. Lawrence, as far as I knew—which was the cause of Dr. Lawrence having to purchase a new desk—but couldn’t get in touch with either Dr. Lawrence’s father or grandfather.
"Still nothing; they are hiding behind their military status, not even showing their faces," Ethan answered with a sigh.
"What about the prophet?" I inquired.
"Nothing," Ethan sighed again.
Omar had contacted me a few days after Kenny’s disappearance, asking for Kenny.
After briefly telling him that Kenny had disappeared, gone to a parallel world, and was fine at the moment, I had to console him together with the other two nuisances butting into our talk.
Eventually, Omar told me what Kenny wanted him to find out.
As it turned out, Omar was Dr. Lawrence’s nephew, but not only that. He inquired about this prophet after Kenny asked him to and found out that there indeed was such an existence—a child about nine years old. That was all he had learned from his mother, who herself knew nothing more, while his father denied ever having heard about this matter.
Nothing more, nothing less. No name, no gender, nothing about the nature of the connection this prophet had with the Lawrence family.
Hearing that, I informed Ethan and Mrs. Howard about it during our meeting, fearing that this kid had something to do with Kenny because they shared the same ability and because Ethan was currently investigating the Lawrence family and how to contact the patriarchs anyway.
"What about you?" Ethan questioned.
"I spoke to Kenny; he is alright for now. Let’s meet later at Mrs. Howard’s mansion, and I’ll explain."
"Aren’t you coming now?"
"No, there is still vermin waiting to get eradicated."
When I heard that Ethan just continued with his sighs, I hung up and let the acid spread through my body.
