Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 165. We’ll leave now

Henry’s POV

"Kenny, wake up. Kenny." I had caught him just as he was falling, and now we were all surrounding him while I patted his cheek.

"Why have they all entered him?" Red Hair called out in panic.

His grandma crouched beside him.

"Get the taser." She ordered, but before anyone could react, Kenny snapped his eyes open.

The others distanced themselves while I held him.

Kenny raised his hand and flexed it a few times before looking with interest at me and his grandma.

"Mrs. Howard, take a few steps back; the others, get down. NOW." I commanded; everyone hurried away, and Mrs. Howard stepped back.

Kenny raised his leg, watching it with a tilted head as he moved his foot. His eyes widened as he slowly stood up—very slowly; he even remained chrouched down for a long time.

I got up as well, watching him.

That was no normal possession, and the thing moving was not Kenny—this was already more than obvious.

He looked at his hands and moved them around before turning to look at me again. He broke into a smile.

"Kenny." I said.

He touched his throat and tried to speak, but only a strange growl escaped his lips, sounding raspy.

"Kenny." I repeated, considering my options. The taser would be good, but would it work? He wasn’t dazed and looked rather excited about having taken over a body.

What the hell do four shadows entering him mean? Why is he behaving this way?

Kenny smiled again, and Mrs. Howard, who stood away from us with her back against the wall, motioned for me to get the taser.

I stepped back and grabbed it before slowly closing in on Kenny. He watched me with a tilted head and widened eyes, clearly intrigued.

I raised my empty hand, and he looked at it attentively before putting his hand against mine. I promptly tried to shock him with the taser in my other hand, when he caught my wrist with inhuman speed, crushing it.

I took a deep breath to suppress the pain while Kenny watched my every expression.

Yet the next second, his eyes rolled back, and his body convulsed as he fell once more.

I caught him again and slowly put him on the ground, placing his head on my thighs as I kneeled down. His grandma came to us and picked up the taser from the ground before shocking his thigh. After doing it a few times, Kenny opened his eyes.

"Hm?" He asked, looking around in a daze. He was back again. But would slitting his throat even work in this situation? Would he have to do it four times, or would doing it once already kill him?

"Kenny, what just happened?" I asked, but he just closed his eyes again, as if he were tired.

Mrs. Howard stood up and got the knife before tasering him awake once more. I wanted to stop her, but she had already put the knife in his hands.

"Do it." She urged him, and after a long pause, he weakly stabbed himself in the throat before losing consciousness again.

"What is going on?" I asked, the fear that he would kill himself for real overwhelming me completely.

His wound healed after he had bled out heavily. Without answering, his grandmother again tasered him awake, steering his hand to his neck.

"Again." She commanded.

Kenny looked at her groggily and did as told, again losing consciousness. I grabbed his blood-soaked body, trembling myself. What is happening? Why, just why?

What do I do if he dies?

What do I do if he comes back as something else?

I was so terrified that I did nothing more than watch as the old woman took over the decisions. He healed again, and every time he did, every time we collectively breathed out in relief. "Again."

His blood had not even dried as I sat and she crouched in a big puddle of Kenny’s blood that was constantly becoming larger.

Kenny was tasered awake and again rammed the knife into his neck.

"Last time, Kennith. It is the last time, my child." His grandma said softly.

"Mhm." Kenny again killed himself, making it four times in a row, and as we waited for his wound to heal, I counted the seconds, praying that it would work.

Finally, the cut closed, and he looked like a corpse, yet he breathed steadily and he was still warm.

Stroking his cheek, I turned to his grandma, asking weakly,

"Will he...will he be alright?"

She herself fell back from her crouching position to slump onto the bloody ground, also having exhausted her whole energy.

"Naturally. He is my grandson." She said after a few seconds, her eyes never leaving Kenny, watching his moving chest.

"Mhm, he will be fine." I nodded numbly and continued to stroke his cheek. He had just woken up after sleeping for so long, and now this. We had to bring him home so that he could wake up in his own world. Maybe I could flee from the military along with Athena; I could bring him somewhere beautiful where he could rest.

Mrs. Howard and I sat there for a long time before I put Kenny down.

"We’ll go home now," I said and picked up the knife before I walked to the corridor. Jumping down instead of using the ladder, I went to Henrietta and my parents’ room.

When I opened it, they both screamed at me, utterly soaked in blood.

"We are going home." I slashed my already broken wrist, which was now mangled anyway, and approached Henrietta. I would have let her get the blood from the ground if it weren’t Kenny’s blood; and it seemed too precious for her.

Henrietta stood up and smiled faintly, gripping my hand with her destroyed hands, and began to suck strongly.

I saw my parents hugging each other, my father trying to shield my mother from the sight. I had no time to care about them; I wanted to go home.

Henrietta didn’t hold back, and as disgusting and painful as her touch was, I saw her hands healing rapidly.

We are going home; we are going home.

When Henrietta seemed strong enough, I pulled my hand out of her grasp.

"It’s enough." I grabbed her arm with my uninjured hand and dragged her out, yelling for the others.

"WE ARE GOING HOME; EVERYONE, COME!"

Soon, I heard doors opening, seeing a disheveled Baggy Jeans, Athena, who had changed into menswear and held her head covered in a cap in pain, looking devastated, Red Hair, who looked like a ghost herself, Anti-Guy, who looked like he wanted to vomit his soul out, and Glasses Guy, who appeared scared. I didn’t give a fuck and pushed Henrietta towards the ladder.

She climbed up obediently, perhaps sensing that any protest with how I treated her wouldn’t be worthwhile.

My father stopped by a door where Jeyjey yelled and entered it, while I waited for Henrietta to climb up; he was present-minded enough to carry her out.

I went up after Henrietta and went to Kenny, waiting for the others. When everyone saw the unbelievable amount of blood, I still didn’t give a fuck about their reactions.

"Get the ladder; we’ll leave now!" I lifted Kenny, bathed in his blood, and jumped out of the window. My mother, and even Henrietta helped to move the ladder to the plateau.

I pressed Kenny against my chest.

"Soon, we’ll be home." I whispered to him.