Flip the Coin [BL] N Chapter 128. Fucked-up

Chapter 128 - 128. Fucked-up

"YOU FUCKER!" I lunged at Henry, ready to bury him, grabbing him by the throat when I saw him look dazedly around.

"GODDAMMIT! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I stood up and walked to the wall to bang my head against it.

ARE YOU KIDDING ? DID I JUST GET SCREWED OVER BY MYSELF?

After a good bash and a muffled, old scream from the adjoining room to shut up, I went to the bathtub and conjured up a tissue to wipe myself down, YET AGAIN.

Then I rembered that if I had conjured up towels while washing us both, they would have disappeared after use and not lie around here, slling. This sohow irritated

to no end.

I went into a corner as far away from Henry as possible, and conjured myself a few shots and two cigarettes, trying to get gay shit out of my head.

"DAMN IT!"

I felt so damn fucked, and that by MYSELF, which was NATURALLY better than being ssed up by soone else, but STILL!!! AAAAHHH!!!

Additionally, there was the manipulation of so blue-eyed sissy mole shit, the outlook of a sexless life because this ntioned shit had decided to beco infatuated with , the extrely strong feelings of passionate affection, desire, and arousal that weren't my own, AND the prospect of more places I would be locked up in the future, including a LAB, WHICH COULD ONLY STAND FOR LABORATORY!

THAT WILL SURELY BE ONE HELL OF A FUN TI!

I FUCKING CAN'T WAIT!

I conjured up more alcohol, and after drinking a good bit, I got myself a coffee to sober up again, as I had to TOUCH that gay fucker ONCE MORE to find out how to get rid of the shadows, which we apparently had, OR HE WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO GO AROUND AND GASLIGHT PEOPLE INTO SLEEPING WITH HIM.

ADDITIONALLY, I found future Kenny quite an asshole, going around and fucking a guy who was head over heels for him just because he was horny and provoked in such a cheap manner.

ALSO NICE IS, WHEN THERE IS SOONE SPREADING RUMORS ABOUT ANOTHER PERSON, JUST SO THAT SAID PERSON WILL NOT BE APPROACHED BY THE OPPOSITE SEX!

I got myself another two coffees, and when the caffeine t the nicotine along with the alcohol, I felt my body was well occupied with handling that and cald down considerably, despite feeling unwell because of the substance combination.

Returning to the mattress, where Henry had sat up again after my attack, I settled across from him once more.

"I must have been indebted to you in my last life. Think about my ass again, and you'll die." His dazed blue eyes looked around as I repeatedly chanted to myself that the future can be changed; nothing is set in stone.

I grew angry again but suppressed it, taking Henry by the wrist while flipping the coin and repeating the sentence, 'How to get rid of the shadows,' as I revealed it.

Black, palm, correct future of Henry Devin; eyes, ears, and heart uncovered.

I wake up from what seems to be a long dream and find Kenny beneath ; his skin is pale, his face flushed, and my hands are tightening around his neck.

I can see the vessels on his face protruding, and then I rember.

The ghost or whatever possessed —the shadow—it was the shadow.

But it was also I who did it; I did that; I am killing my master.

I press my hand against his heart, praying for a heartbeat.

Finding one, albeit very weak, I let out a breath that was stuck in my throat, imnse relief flooding through .

"I'm sorry." I choke out as the new rush of guilt overwhelms . I stand up from him and look around, discovering that we are in a room that seems upside-down, with a king-size mattress on the ground.

My mind again starts to cloud over, and I hear whispers around , as well as a pull that tells

I will soon again be overtaken by the shadow.

If there were a way to save , Kenny would have already done so.

Even so, there appears to be no way.

And he is clearly underestimating the danger if he stays with

in the sa room, even sharing a mattress.

But he.... took care of .

"Did we finally beco friends?" I ask.

The whispers intensify as I look around for a weapon.

It's ti for a very last service to my master.

It's ti to go ho, back to my parents, my real parents.

My forehead starts to sting trendously.

The decision is already made, when I see the military knife on a bunch of discarded, dirty clothes and pick it up.

My arm jerks back, and the knife falls.

I pick it up again, not letting the ghost get the upper hand.

My forehead throbs so badly that I fall on the floor, but the knife is securely in my hand.

"Ti to go ho," I repeat as I ram the knife into my throat.

The pain is so consuming and intense that I pray for death to co quickly and liberate . The shadow takes over my body, yet it is too late; we will both die.

I watch as the blood spurts out of my throat, while the surrounding whispers beco deafeningly loud before fading into silence.

The pain lessens until there is no more, promising

that death is near.

Yet, my senses sharpen, my body regains strength, and the sweet, dark embrace never arrives.

I grab my neck and find that, beneath all the blood, there is no wound anymore.

"Hahaha."

Coming back, it took so ti for the terror and dread that Henry had felt shortly before dying to subside within my own body. I breathed in and exhaled deeply multiple tis, attempting to shake off the emotions that weren't mine.

Now I can't even stay angry because of the gay stuff and him choking , when he goes and offs himself the next minute just not to attack

again.

To stay a good and loyal dog.

"Damn it." I patted Henry's shoulder to let him know I forgave his future self a little.

Then I facepald.

So, killing the possessed person was enough all along? Because the shadow took over the mind and body of soone else, it would die in their stead? Which ans that if we had just left through the portal, and I had told the military about the shadows, and they had ultimately killed soone who got possessed, they would have found out how to get rid of the fiend anyway?

Sure, there would probably be a few deaths, but more monsters and catastrophes are to co regardless. There will be deaths to no end anyway.

I really thought they could endanger humanity, or I wouldn't have closed the portal and forced us to stay with the dangerous Henrietta that needed to be thrown at the military ASAP, the shitty monsters, and that all for what could be years or, worst case, forever.

Had I really caged us inside this parallel world without a good reason?

I think... I fucked up big ti.