Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 129 - . Stimulus

So I just had to kill Henry, and he would wake up?

Though... I don't know. Wouldn't that be too simple?

Grabbing Henry's hand, I flipped the coin. Black, palm, correct future of Henry, eyes, ears, and heart uncovered.

There are screams, and a black-haired, tall young man runs after a red-eyed one with a small cut on his face, sprinting toward the source of the commotion. 

They both climb over a ladder, landing inside a garden after jumping out of a window. 

A blonde girl lies on the grass in a daze. 

"Something has entered her! Something has entered her!" Screams a green-eyed girl. 

The red-eyed young man walks to the girl on the ground, slitting her throat with a knife he takes out of his pants.

"What are you doing?" The green-eyed girl goes hysterical while the black-haired guy tells her to shut up. 

"He's saving her!" He knows firsthand. 

A shadow exits the dead girl on the ground, lunging into the green-eyed girl.

All the while, the blonde girl stays dead. 

The red-eyed guy stares at her in disbelief, standing up and turning to the black-haired one. 

"WHY ISN'T IT WORKING?" 

Same weapon, same manner of death.

The only difference was that Henry had been possessed longer than the Chelsea in my vision, and he killed himself instead of being killed.

I flipped the coin on Henry again, this time seeing myself enacting a little play to get him back and even managing to do so successfully.

"What the fuck?" I was again kneeling internally in front of my ability, as well as for not acting hastily and blowing Henry's head off.

Fine.

If it had to be like this, then let's get it on.

"Wait here." I told him and walked outside the room, knocking on my grandma's door. She opened a good while later, apparently very busy with whatever.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I am sewing." She looked at me as if I were an idiot.

"Why are you behaving like it would be something plain obvious for you to do?" I grimaced, having never seen her sew.

"I am taller now." She stood on the tip of her toes for a moment, as if to emphasize it.

"Yeah, I know. Good for you. Don't go around bragging, or you'll shrink again."

"I have to adjust my clothes because of my height." She feigned deafness and continued to brag.

"Oh, that makes sense."

She seemed angry that I wasn't reacting like some devoted believer, ready to fall to my knees.

The old dragon was about to shut the door when I intercepted her, which wasn't easy because she appeared to have become much stronger than me since her upgrade.

"Don't come inside my room, even if you hear strange things." I warned her.

"KENNITH HOWARD, ALL JOKING ASIDE, I DARE YOU TO TURN HOMOSEXUAL! I WILL BEAT YOU WITH YOUR GRANDFATHER!" She opened the door again to yell at me.

I looked at her with resignation and nodded.

"Yes, please do that."

She was taken aback by my meek response; I should do that more often—it's funny seeing her stumped for once.

"Why do you look as if life had been drained out of you?"

"Cause that's the case." Too much gay stuff I experienced firsthand; I can't stand any more abuse. I just want to go home and hide away from all the strange men lurking around.

"What are you going to do in your room that warrants a warning?"

"I'm going to scare Henry into waking up again and expel his ghost."

"And you interrupt me just for that? Ha!" The door was slammed shut again, and I slouched back to my room, stopping in front of my door.

I conjured up a bucket of duck blood that I had once found in the kitchen as a child—who knows for what—cooking, rituals, or whatever. Then I took a few handfuls and drenched my recently washed self in it, especially the area around my heart.

I left the bucket in front of the door, took a deep breath, opened the door, and stumbled inside my room as if I had just been stabbed, picking up the military knife on the floor in the process.

Henry looked at me as I let myself fall to the ground, groaning.

He still did not react when I stopped moving and feigned death.

Hmm, it didn't work?

In my vision, I saw myself doing something similar, and he woke up as if he needed a strong stimulus to do so. It probably would also work with a taser, but I had never had one in my hand before, and even if I had, I figured it wouldn't work because it ran on electrical components and not batteries... at least I think so.

A strong stimulus adding to killing oneself.

I mean, killing them to expel the shadow would be easier, but at least that I closed the portal now had a better reasoning. Because even if killing the possessed person does not double the shadows, it also didn't destroy them, and they would reproduce rapidly after occupying and forcing someone else into suicide, soon taking over more and more people.

Yet, I still doubted if it was the right decision.

If I had fed Henrietta blood and got her to close the portal from the outside, from our world, it would naturally be a better solution. However, for the military so high above us to become aware of our existence, for them to throw ropes down for us to exit, while most of us would go unconscious because crossing a portal would bring that effect with it, and me only being able to use the ladder for two minutes, it would probably give the shadows enough time to cross.

And if we had found out the cause and reason later, and told someone who woke up to through a stimulus to kill himself, who would be so dumb to really do it? What if they didn't believe that it worked that way or just couldn't do it?

One can't underestimate the will to live, which is incredibly strong. The shadow would additionally fight against self-harm; Henry's head hurt so much that it seemed impossible to gather a clear thought in my vision.

I had only two minutes before the duck blood would disappear, which was good because I had just showered yesterday—or, if we believe my grandma, forty-eight hours ago—but time ran out with Henry not reacting.

I had chosen to leave my eyes open like a real corpse, and they started to sting.

Hurry the fuck up.

Eventually, Henry moved, raspingly breathing out my name and coming to my side. He bent over me, his face contorted in an uncharacteristic expression.

I looked at him and finally blinked, handing his stunned and bewildered self the military knife.

"You have to kill yourself; that's the only way to get rid of the shadow." The duck blood on me disappeared.

"You are alright?" He wiped his face with his hands, chuckling, which sounded more like a sob.

"Yeah; no time. Slit your throat, IT'S AN ORDER!" Fearing that the shadow would take over again, and that Henry wouldn't let himself get tricked into waking up once more, I pushed the knife into his hand.

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Henry's hand violently jerked, like in my vision, and he let it fall.

"THIS RESPONSE SHOULD BE ENOUGH OF A PROOF!!" I barked at him, seeing he still hadn't overcome the daze after waking up, or the shock or whatever.

"Understood." He said, his blue eyes fixing on me as he took the knife again, ramming it into his throat like he had done in my vision.

I knew exactly what kind of emotions he was going through, and I didn't avert my gaze to at least not leave him alone when I couldn't help in any other way.

Having someone take their life while looking into your eyes... I don't think I will ever forget this scene in my life.

Especially when it was done with such a beautiful and violently firm resolve.