Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 306. Kenny 2 Part II

She died.

I stood up in a daze and stumbled in a random direction, where I vomited my guts out.

Then I just walked, soon finding other humans—hysterical, crying, confused people.

Under them were Steve and my mother.

Everyone got to the strange city that looked as if it had been ripped out of its vicinity, and planted anew inside the forest.

We chose an apartment, and after a few days, I felt better again, sure that I had done something good for Henrietta, at least in the end.

Because with her personality, she wouldn’t survive in a new world with monsters running around.

I started to go hunting with Steve and discovered, to my dismay, that the rest of the Devin family was here as well.

When I saw the bastard Devin, I planned to kill him for everything he had done to me, but he disappeared before I had the chance to do so, apparently eaten by a monster.

Yet, before his disappearance, I saw him talking to Haruka, a classmate and the best friend of Henrietta, who apparently had also come into this cursed world. I knew her as tech-savvy, and when I saw them together, it dawned on me.

She was behind the website along with Henrietta’s brother.

Maybe I would have let her off if I had gotten my hands on Henry, but with him gone, all my fury concentrated on her.

I followed her with Steve, waiting for the right opportunity, and when she was alone, I confronted her.

But upon seeing me, she just ran.

So I took it upon myself to catch her, to kill her.

It was easier the second time.

When I returned home, I met Steve in front of my apartment, asking me if I was back from the Devin home. He asked me why my eyes weren’t as red anymore.

That got me curious, and as I walked to the place occupied by that fucked-up family, I spotted an alive Henrietta—another Henrietta, but she looked just like mine—as she ran in the direction I just came from, along with her equally alive brother.

I hid in confusion, asking myself if the parallel world theory was really a thing. Simultaneously, I was sure that they had played me, that all this was a joke, as my feet nevertheless brought me to the apartment the Devin family had occupied.

There I met myself.

The moment I saw him, I had a certain assurance, but the moment I touched his face, I confirmed it through flipping the coin—through seeing scenes of the future.

A portal; me or him, all bloody, as one of us was carried through it by someone.

He knew a way out of this hellhole.

We talked, we fought; I lost.

When I woke up from unconsciousness, my whole body was in shambles, and I was alone. Henrietta and her brother hadn’t returned, and my other self was gone without a trace.

I wasn’t able to search for them as I dragged my broken body back home and had to reoccupy. Every time I flipped the coin on Steve or my mother, I only saw that they would soon kill themselves—I saw nothing more and no way to stop it.

After some time when I was able to leave the bed again, the first people started to kill themselves, shadows appeared, and eventually everyone hid in their occupied apartments—making me lose the opportunity to go to the Henrietta that was alive; I’m not sure what I even wanted to do with her if we met.

Though, I was sure that she had left this place with my other self and her brother.

Food and water soon ran out, and people started to eat anything: dirt, plastic, humans.

When they couldn’t take it anymore, they left their homes to hunt, some dying shortly after, some not.

Some were dying in their homes, but the belief that outside was more dangerous than inside was nevertheless still established.

Steven and my mother died even though I tied them up when they started to behave like zombies.

The former smashed his head against the floor; the latter bit her tongue off.

Thanks to them, I survived much longer than I thought, but ultimately, I had to go out and find food and water—more humans to feed on.

A few years later, I was nevertheless caught by a shadow.

But I suddenly woke up from the daze, from the scenes featuring Henrietta and Haruka dying by my hands and everyone uncovering what a fraud I was and have always been; from seeing myself separating flesh and bone from my dead mother and brother—the first few times when I vomited, the next few times when I didn’t.

As if my ability helped me, I got a feeling, and together with my refusal to surrender to the shadow, I killed myself while I was conscious.

And I survived.

I broke into laughter after discovering a way to kill these damn shadows and was now finally freed from being locked in my home—a measure that wouldn’t help anyone anyway.

First I searched for Henrietta but didn’t find her in her apartment; her parents and brother weren’t there as well.

I buried what was left of my mother and Steven before I made my way through the worlds.

I ate the monsters I hunted, and their flesh made me stronger.

I developed my ability when I suddenly had a thought one day: What if I could take something out of the window that showed me the past or future? Now equipped with weapons and food I had touched in the past, hunting became much easier.

I killed everything and everyone I found. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

From the city in the forest, through a black forest, a massive crater with another city, and through a world that was covered in trash—the trash world was my favorite one.

Because I flipped the coin, followed my feeling, and found a black diamond buried under the ground.

After I crushed it, I received something from it.

It was like a feeling that was transmitted through the diamond: buried under waste, compressed to a diamond. Carelessness and tranquility, no feeling of time, but a distant memory of having lived at some point, existing somewhere before I was here, left, and forgotten.

After crushing it, my body became younger and sturdier, and my ability developed as well.

At some point, I looked into a conjured-up mirror and found that I had the same red eyes I had seen on my other self.

That was delightful.

So I continued to kill through one or two worlds in hopes of finding a way home, but eventually, that goal lost its importance.

To kill and hope I would again become younger and stronger was way too thrilling; I couldn’t just go home and live a normal life anymore, even if the chance would present itself.

That was until I saw him again—Henry, but his sister wasn’t with him. This time he seemed older and was sporting a uniform.

So he had made himself a life in all these years while I was locked in an apartment with decomposing corpses surrounding me.

He looked good.

I would make sure to finally kill him off.

Sadly, I had never held a gun in my life that I could conjure up, but it would be too fast, too simple, to just shoot him anyway.

I attacked him; we fought, we injured each other, and finally, I lost his trail.

So I was not only continuing to kill everything I found, but my new goal had become to catch Henry.

Eventually, I landed in this world full of crystals, and after nearly burning it down because I smoked a cigarette—luckily I could conjure up a fire extinguisher and had learned in school how to use it at some point—I was found by Henry as I was fighting with a little girl that proved herself to not be as easily killed as I thought.

But prior to seeing Henry, there was my other self again, the one with the equally red eyes, the one who had rendered me lying on the ground with just one punch.

I didn’t even have time to attack Henry, who seemed younger and had changed into white, as I was killed off.

Just like that.

And without getting my revenge.