Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 299. Meet-Up sponsored by Harry 2
"Fuck."
Were these time differences really utterly random? What should we do? What if the time doubles each time I visit?
First one month, now two—what if tomorrow in my world means four months in Henry’s?
Henry let go, cupping my face again while he stared into my eyes through the glasses that separated us, the body that separated us, a whole world or two separating us.
"I’m sorry." Sorry that I am leaving you alone.
"It’s okay, as long as you come back quickly." His intense blue eyes were so close that it seemed as if he was trying to block out the fact that this was Harry’s body, just seeing the red in my eyes, just seeing me.
"Do you have any additional memories or something?" I asked him.
He furrowed his brows.
"No. Why?"
"I conjured you up from the memory before the shooting. You are now in my world as well, running around, being angry at me, and eating chicken wings."
"You can conjure people up?!" Henry asked, stunned.
"Can I use my power?" He shot right after.
"Yes, to both." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
"Good..." He looked away, contemplating.
"Then I can protect you in one way or another."
"Don’t worry, I am alright. The moment I get back, I’ll flip the coin until I find a way out."
Henry reached into his pants, and I heard some paper rustling.
"Look at this." He distanced himself, handing me the paper.
Reading the content, I found two pieces of paper stating that Harry and Patrick would gladly give up their bodies for me to use.
I looked at Henry, suppressing my laughter. Does he think I don’t know that even if they had refused, he would have gotten them to agree one way or another?
Still, I couldn’t dismiss his effort, and this could be a good lesson for Harry and Patrick—not to drink some unknown stuff just because someone had asked them to.
"Good job; now I don’t have to feel bad when using their bodies." I gave the two papers back and saw how Henry acidified them until nothing was left. Then he came closer again and cupped my face, blending out the body I was in.
"Mhm, you don’t have to. What are you doing there? Is it dangerous? Did you get hurt?"
"I bled on a crystalline figure, and it went berserk, but I beat it up with ease." What was just meant to show off in front of him did not have the targeted effect.
"Why did you bleed in the first place?" He asked with narrowed eyes.
Damn, déjà vu.
"I cut myself on a crystal; it was a small wound, and that thing went berserk." I lied.
"What’s going on on your side?" I wasn’t merely changing the topic; I really wanted to know.
The fact that Henry’s time passed faster than mine made me not only apologetic and antsy but also paranoid.
What if more time passes until I find a way out? What if years go by? What if he meets someone he would prefer to me? What if he gets a bunch of friends and has the time of his life?
Rationally, I know that nothing matters as long as he is happy, but the deep dark part of me that needs to possess, control, and seek constant confirmation doesn’t care about his happiness as long as that happiness isn’t because of me while he is by my side and I am by his.
"I won’t kneel in front of Harry. If you want me to show my devotion, then come back and command me to kneel while you are inside your own body." His lips were so close that I could feel his breath, though he made a point not to touch ’me’, while his eyes were so intense that I felt electrified just by looking at them.
I chuckled breathlessly.
"How did you know?"
"Your eyes flicker disturbingly when you go into a paranoid state."
"Disturbingly?"
"Mhm, it’s hot." He laughed deeply.
"You are disturbing me." I chimed in with his laughter, trying to get a grip on my dark thoughts.
"That’s my specialty."
"True." I chuckled.
"Instead of staring and reading my thoughts, go ahead and finally tell me what’s going on on your side," I urged him.
He sighed in annoyance, but he should know as well as I do that we wouldn’t have much more time together.
"Your grandma heard about the shooting and smashed Dr. Lawrence’s desk in anger."
"Bahhaha, at least nobody got injured...?"
"It was a close call, but no. She is also trying to get in touch with Dr. Lawrence’s father and grandfather, the people responsible for the center."
"Really... and?"
"Dr. Lawrence herself says she is currently unable to reach them. Your grandma and Ethan can’t find them and get blocked wherever they ask for them, and I can’t teleport to them, even though I know their names."
"You can’t teleport to people without knowing their names?"
"Mhm, I can’t. Henrietta, Dr. Lawrence’s father, her grandfather, and you are the only ones I can’t reach."
"Hmm." It was a bit difficult to hold a steady train of thought with him so close and staring so intensely.
Anyway, it was hard to reach a conclusion without knowing the ins and outs of Henry’s ability—of what exactly he was able to do and what would hinder him from using it. For example, he couldn’t teleport into another world. Maybe that was not the only restriction; maybe he couldn’t get through different materials.
One thing for sure, I hadn’t seen either of the people he mentioned inside the crystal world.
"What does she want to do anyway if she finds them? Destroy their desks as well? Why search for them?"
"Your grandma surely wants to vent her anger, but that isn’t all. We want to find out about the prophet you’ve seen in your vision."
"You told them?" I also wanted to learn about that unreliable prophet, making a joke about the Lawrence family’s patriarch.
"Yeah, and if there is someone running around with the same power you have, then we all want to make sure that child isn’t connected to you."
"Child?" That came unexpectedly.
"Yep, the prophet is nine years old—that’s what Omar found out; that was all, though."
"If that kid is nine years old, what connection can he have with me?" Given that time differences even robbed me of two and a half years in my own world, the child and I only shared the same world for six and a half to seven years.
Henry shrugged. "Having someone who can look into the future and relay his visions to a prestigious military family isn’t exactly good news, especially with the complexity the apocalypse ahead is bringing with it."
"Okay, is there something else? I don’t have much time left." I felt the vortex tugging and pulling on me, just like last time.
Henry clenched his jaw, his grip on me tightening, the unwillingness and torment evident on his face.
"The center has started to steer the people here more into the soldier direction. At the moment, we are doing even more sports and learning different fighting techniques. The competitions are more extreme, and the hints they give during the therapy sessions are even more deliberate."
I nodded as far as I could with my face gripped so tightly.
"You decide how to proceed with this, whether you want to attend the lessons or not."
Henry licked his lips. "You don’t think that the next time you come back the time will have doubled again, right? You’ll come back sooner than in four months, will you?"
I grabbed his wrists.
"I will do my absolute utmost so that we won’t stay separated." I couldn’t assure him otherwise because I didn’t know. From what I could see, time was passing by absolutely randomly.
"But I can make you a promise. If I come back and find out that you have found yourself a new master, best friend, or whatever, I will kill you both." I can conjure up his past self that had only me in their eyes at any time, though I would never fucking ever want to do such a fucked-up thing.
But I can’t guarantee that for that depraved side of mine that showed itself in each of my counterparts.
So don’t force me to turn into a complete lunatic.
"Don’t forget who put that collar on you." The more I spoke, the more I could see Henry’s eyes turn fervent, as if he not only liked that I was caring enough to threaten him but also thirsted to hear to what lengths I would go.
I felt the vortex pulling at me, sucking me back into it as I heard my dog whining and barking from far away.
"You are already doing that; YOU ARE ALREADY KILLING ME!
HOW COULD I EVER FORGET?
HURRY UP AND COME BACK TO ME!"
