Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 321. Bet on you.// (By The Man Who)
A black coat covered my naked body before his arms circled around me again.
CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK
I forced myself to stay awake, fearing that the moment I closed my eyes and gave in to unconsciousness, Henry would disappear and would be gone forever.
CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK
Henry raised one hand, and I saw how he tried to attack the monster before it finished rearranging itself.
But every time some part of its body disappeared, it grew anew. At the beginning, it was stalled for a few seconds, but the growth became faster, and the rearranging was soon finished.
Damn.
This time, it was a body made of bones, but not your usual thin skeleton; it was as if someone had taped a bunch of bones together, resulting in a big, sturdy body.
The head was not one skull but around a hundred.
A hill of skulls carried by a body made of countless bones.
The moment it finished rearranging itself, it ran toward the portal.
My breath was caught in my throat, but Henry still didn’t let go of me; instead, he produced a wall of shadowy energy the monster ran into despite trying to stop.
Half of its body was gone, yet that thing grew back in no time.
Henry engulfed the monster in shadowy energy until only the heart was left, but it grew back again and turned to us, and I felt it staring at me through the holes in the skulls.
"Shit."
It made its way to us, not running this time.
"Try all at once, including the heart." I forced out.
Henry made a fist, the whole monster wrapped up in shadowy energy, the black smog compressing the monster until it became smaller and smaller; eventually, it seemed nothing was left.
When the shadowy energy was gone, a pulsing drop of black fell to the ground, pulsing, growing into a heart, and then there was the sound again.
CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK
Bones, as if they came from the ground provided by buried skeletons, stuck up, twisted, and turned, rearranging themselves.
CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK.
"Fuck." I looked at the dome.
"Let them free while we distract it." I said it as loud as I could, but it came out as a whisper.
Henry’s head above me followed my gaze, and we both watched as the crystalline dome slowly dispersed, the crystals looking as if they were blown away by the wind.
"Your counterpart?" Henry asked, back on attacking the monster.
I hummed, watching the crystals that seemed to be blown toward me, lying on me and the coat as if they were a blanket before they disappeared, slowly but surely.
"It merges with you." I heard Henry’s voice whisper in my ear.
"KENNY!" The commanders screamed; there were other screams, and Henry reacted quickly as soon as the dome had disappeared fully.
"EVERYONE GO THROUGH THE PORTAL! COMMANDER, GO WITH THEM, FIND SOMEONE FROM THE MILITARY, AND TELL THEM TO GET HENRIETTA DEVIN HERE; SHE HAS TO CLOSE THE PORTAL!" He yelled at them.
I felt at ease, better, as if I were having a good dream, a good meal, as if I were resting for a long time while only seconds passed by.
My attention was grabbed by the space in my mind, and I saw milky white and red crystals covering the table, as if they impregnated the wood.
Memories of the giant seemed to fade, and so did the fight with him, and the responsibility and the self-hatred did as well. The fire I had just walked through seemed so far away, as if it had happened ages ago, as if it were a vivid dream that had nothing to do with reality.
As if the weight wasn’t carried by me alone anymore.
I let my hand slide over the table in my mind, which seemed to be covered in glass, and found my psyche that I had to hold together with all my might being pieced back together, back in place.
You really took part of the responsibility, didn’t you?
You are really shielding me, huh?
FUCK! I feel like a new person, as if I had suddenly gotten my life back, as if I had become ten years younger.
I didn’t feel all that powerful again; my body was still weaker than before, but it would be enough to fight, enough to let loose, and then get home together.
I snapped my eyes open, taking a look at the monster that was still rearranging itself.
Again, something that could fly; just that this time it was bigger, way bigger.
"Is that a fucking dragon?" I asked, not believing my eyes. A really big skull—this time, luckily, only one—the rest of the bones, however, had grown massively, and so had the heart.
"How are you feeling?" Henry didn’t look at the DRAGON but instead leaned over me, and now I could finally get a good look at his face.
Gaunt, shadows under his eyes, shorter hair that hung over them but was still unable to cover the piercing blue, rougher, more edges—I don’t know.
Kind of hot.
"You look like a depressed artist." Or someone building bombs in his cellar. I bet if he didn’t need to shave anymore, he would sport a three-day beard or something.
CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK
Henry chuckled.
"I was fucking depressed. How are you feeling?"
"A lot better; the merging did wonders. Wanna pay attention to the fucking dragon?" I asked him.
"Nah." He deadpanned; his eyes seemed so damn intense, yet at the same time marred with hollowness; it was creepy.
Creepily hot.
Look how you again force such gay thoughts into my head with your new look. And what about the black coat? Did he go shopping without me?
I broke into laughter and shoved him away, seeing that the survivors were already gone.
When I looked at the portal, I could still see them running, with black car carcasses and ashes all on the other side.
CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK
Damn. What I had seen in my vision must have been at the end of the road because there was no imminent fire, not in this range.
There should have been quite a few people who had died; damn. If I had—
Henry tapped my forehead.
"Dragon?" He asked me.
"Dragon." I nodded and conjured up training clothes, which I put on while still leaning on Henry. Can’t fight a dragon naked.
Then I looked at the dragon and thought of the very sharp sword that I had seen when visiting a castle with my class as a child.
I knew that it was sharp because my dumb self leaned over the railing and touched the blade. It just looked so blunt that I couldn’t believe it was real.
I conjured it up twice.
"Sword?" I asked Henry, and he laughed and nibbled my neck, touching both of the swords and wrapping them with shadowy energy.
I lifted the sword that was vaporizing darkness, feeling as if I was holding a lightsaber.
Cool.
CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK.
"We just have to hold out until Henrietta is here. Or someone else taking care of this shit." I said while Henry lifted me up with an arm around my chest, holding his sword with the other.
"As you wish." He made it sound as if he gave in to my desperate wish to fight the fucking dragon.
As if it were my lifelong wish to fight a dragon.
As if I wanted to battle the dragon to show off by FIGHTING A FUCKING DRAGON.
I cleared my throat.
"Come on; the necklace brothers fight for justice and stuff, don’t they?"
The dragon opened its mouth, and a deafening cry was heard, sounding like that of a child.
"They do." Henry’s lips twitched upward as he held the sword in front of his body like some experienced knight, while I held the sword with both hands in front of me as if I were preparing for a tennis match.
"Shall we?" I asked.
"Here we go," I answered my own question.
Running forward, I swung my first sword at my first dragon, with Henry right behind me.
