Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 377. Clean-up 1

Henry’s POV

What can I say?

I knew Kenny wouldn’t want to stay inside our new safe home for long, but that we would stumble into gang-related bullshit the next moment wasn’t what I had expected.

And it had to be naked women that these deranged individuals locked up; luckily, however, I saw not an ounce of desire in Kenny’s eyes when he looked at them.

Some part of me knows that he wouldn’t be looking at victims with those eyes, but I can’t control my thoughts and emotions, the suspicion and fear that won’t be forgotten that fast.

The only positive aspect of this little adventure, besides this practically being a date with Kenny, was that I could kill something.

And not only something, but quite a few somethings.

I pushed the door open with ease.

On the left side, behind the door, was a corner with a few leather couches and a TV, with seven guys on them.

Two instantly sprang up to fight us after seeing us enter; three stayed seated, and two tried to flee.

But they hadn’t even started screaming when I let the shadowy energy devour them. The blackish smoke engulfed them until there was nothing left, in a speed that made this seem like child’s play—which it was.

I had been weak but had recovered mostly, and I even felt the shadowy energy dancing smoother in my cells, as if using this power to the breaking point had merged us further.

"So fucking efficient," Kenny praised, still holding his own two weapons, being his adorable self that was ready to save me in case I couldn’t act quickly enough.

His brownish eyes glinted through the clown’s mask that looked just so fucking cute on him, and I couldn’t wait to see his real eye color again.

Years ago, I had seen a few posts of parents dressing their children on Halloween as scary characters from horror movies and freaking out because of their cuteness, and I couldn’t understand it at all until now.

The mix of cuteness and horror was just absolutely endearing.

"Leave it to me," I chuckled, unable to contain my joy at him complimenting me.

Nobody screamed; the door just made a bit of a sound when the lock was ripped out of the wall, so we heard someone coming, but not in the quantity and urgency they should be moving.

In the left corner of the half-open room, behind the entrance, were the now-empty couches and the TV playing some old DVD; on the right was a makeshift kitchen.

In front of us was not a door, just an opening in the wall that showed the room behind it, with windows giving a view of a little grassy square, as this building seemed to be shaped like a quadrangle with a grassy space full of more trash in the middle, similar to how the center was built.

So if someone was coming, it would be from the left or right side of the room behind the opening in the wall that gave us cover; Kenny motioned for me to stay still and wait for the newcomers to arrive.

He is so good at making decisions; I would have waited as well, doing the same as him.

He was born to be my only leader; I was born to be his only follower.

Can we just forget the whole chief and vice chief thing and just work as a team in the future?

"What’s going on?" The voices came closer.

"Alberto, James?" Someone called out, probably naming two of the people that were no more.

"Take your weapon out," the first voice spoke again.

"Don’t piss yourself over a little noise!" A fourth voice laughed, coming out from behind the wall and presenting himself in the opening.

Because that idiot walked fast and confidently while passing the slight threshold to the half-open room, I could let him disappear before he had time to jump back in horror.

I smiled, and Kenny also chuckled nearly inaudibly, as he had his gun drawn and the tear gas near his mouth to either shoot or pull the safety pin with his teeth, or both.

We must have thought the same again—how funny that they just ran into their demise so unknowingly.

Well, it’s not as if it was a shame, given that they were just walking garbage.

Since they had guns, I moved my hand and imagined the little crystals coming together in front of us, forming a shield so strong that nothing could reach Kenny.

Out of the corner of my eye, I found Kenny looking at the see-through shield with amazement before he glanced at me, but I had no time to look back at him as I waited for the rest of them to come forward.

Three guys were left on the other side of the wall, and although I could probably kill anyone in this complex just by imagining it, today I would only attack on sight.

Firstly, there was someone Kenny, regrettably, promised to save; secondly, there were other women who seemed to have fallen victim to this gang for some unimaginable bullshit; and thirdly, it was much less straining to use my power on sight, and I’m alright with pretending to be weak, but I don’t aim for becoming weak when Kenny’s safety isn’t one thousand percent guaranteed.

And I wouldn’t want to unintentionally acidify part of the building because then I would leave traces for whoever came and declared this a crime scene after the caged women went to the hospital.

We don’t know how much about our powers was known by the government, because we didn’t know where Dr. Lawrence was.

One man jumped towards the opening with his gun drawn, and seeing that his description didn’t match this ’Sven’, I let him disappear before he had the chance to pull the trigger.

Regarding Dr. Lawrence, Harry, and Patrick, I thought of teleporting to them, but I had no interest in their whereabouts, as I, too, didn’t want to be pulled into any more drama that might force me to inform Kenny, with him then inevitably feeling compelled to save them in whatever dire needs they were or were not in.

It was just a question of time before he would ask about them, but as long as he didn’t, I could imagine that they wouldn’t appear again.

Regarding other people that had gone lost, like ’my’ parents, regarding whom I have no idea how they fared after I disappeared for a whole year... I honestly wished they could just go back to their own original world, with both of their children alive and well.

Two people followed the one from just now to the opening, and I let them disappear into thin air as well.

However, ’my’ parent’s children were dead, and they went through so much without knowing the truth, and while I pitied them, I didn’t want to continue these heartbreaking meetings with them asking about Henrietta, asking me to take care of her, her who was the murderer of their children.

At the same time, I couldn’t tell them the truth because I had a feeling they would choose suicide over living with the truth...which maybe would be better for them if they could be back together with their dead children at last.

It was taxing to be in their presence, and I felt as if I had shed any needs for parental warmth after seeing them here and there while Kenny was gone, as it became clearer with each time I met them—they weren’t my parents, and I wasn’t their son.

We were now alone in this part of the building, as I neither felt nor heard someone coming to us.

Not very well-organized garbage if they don’t even notice someone coming in and eradicating them.

"I feel so useless," Kenny joked, holding up his two unused weapons.

I let the shield disappear again.

However, now looking at Kenny and seeing him in his adorable horror mask, and knowing that he, too, had no parents...maybe another meeting wouldn’t be so bad, at least to know how they were doing.

"What are you talking about? You are my strength~" I laughed.

"Ah...the corniness is numbing me."

"Should I carry you?" I offered with a grin.

"Pfft. No, thank you. Let’s go." He stepped forward, and I let him, as I felt the other gang members were upstairs in different rooms.

I followed Kenny as he turned to the left after passing the opening in the wall, where the other half of the room was empty besides a hole-ridden couch, a disgusting-looking coffee machine, and a little freezer.

There was an old glass door; Kenny made a move as if he intended to hold the door open for me but didn’t go through with his movement and walked through first.

This action happened in a split second, but I felt my heart accelerate and tried not to laugh out loud with exhilaration.

I had noticed that before already, that he had started to open doors for me; he did it at the car as well, where he had let me enter first. I even suspect that if I hadn’t slid over to the next seat, he would have closed the door for me to walk around the car before entering himself.

This gentlemanly behavior was what a guy like him would do for a girl...or for a target he was wooing or having affection for; that alone made me nearly go crazy each time I noticed these little actions.

This time he stopped his instinctual reaction because we were facing danger, so he would naturally go first.

He is so damn perfect... I can’t ... I really can’t stop fearing that this couldn’t be reality, as it was just too wonderful to be true.

But with each passing second I had him near me; with each breath he took and each of his words and smiles, there was proof tied to more proof that he was indeed real.

Behind the glass door was a corridor with a staircase, and we took the stairs up, Kenny constantly having his gun aimed ahead, even though he also heard that there was nobody in immediate closeness.

He was having fun, he was feeling bloodthirsty, or he wanted to protect me properly.

No, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself, and I should wipe that grin from my face that was surely scarier than the clown mask covering it.

But I just love to get ahead of myself.

"Are you protecting me?" I whispered when he stopped in front of a door after we left the staircase and entered a long corridor, which was the left side of the square building.

Inside were the sickening sounds of a pair fucking.

"When am I not protecting you?" Kenny whispered.

"Do you have your gun drawn because you don’t want to risk me getting hurt?" Give me something to work with, Kenny, as my delusions are killing me with happiness each and every second.

As I crave more and more proof to tie it to more and more evidence.

"Fuck, you said you’d behave!" He whispered back, his hand around the doorknob that led to our next victim.

"That was before you went ahead to look at other people having sex, these people even consisting of naked women." I buried my nose in his hair, suppressing the urge to cover his ears so that he wouldn’t hear the moaning inside.

Kenny laughed exasperatedly, and I felt him getting angry, but he took a deep breath to calm himself and decided to console me.

"If you stop making me angry with your bullshit, I’ll play with my obedient dog when we go back."

"What exactly are you going to play with me? Will you let me fetch your balls~?" I asked suggestively and felt him stiffening, even hearing his heartbeat accelerating from either inner cinema or more anger.

Having inhaled his scent and pulled his attention to me and only me, I was ready to dirty my eyes and pulled his speechless self behind me to open the door and erase the fat man on the skinny woman.

She didn’t scream at all or turn her head to the door, just lay there, although a big weight was suddenly gone from her in the blink of an eye.

The same unmovingness, lethargy, or whatever as with the women in the cage, but I had gotten a good look at them, and I could tell from their eyes that they weren’t on drugs.

So either I was wrong about them not being drugged, or they had been mentally broken by these men.

I closed the door speedily without letting Kenny see anything inside the room and put my arm around his neck.

I was already unbelievably proud of him for not using his abilities to give the women we had found in the cages water, food, or clothes or for him to pull them out to carry them upstairs, as I didn’t want them to see his unique powers that would let anyone identify him or force his help on someone that didn’t ask for it.

I was especially proud that he didn’t take the risk, besides it being relatively dark, as we couldn’t know who had acquired night vision in these times where there was the possibility that someone had leveled up, albeit the chances being relatively low.

My power was acting fast, so I hoped I wouldn’t be identified as well, but the most important part was that the government didn’t hear about his appearance in the city.

He was still a protector, a savior, or we wouldn’t walk through this disgusting square, but he had matured and ceased his compassion to a point, which was not only essential but probably life-saving in the upcoming apocalypse.

The next second I got elbowed in my ribs.

"Whyyy?" I whined, although I knew the reason fully well.

"Fetching my fucking balls?? What the hell?!"