Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 385. Run and play

Again, killing a rat, touching it, and next.

For the cages under the table, I had to bend over, and Henry graciously let go of me to crouch down beside me.

"If I am optimistic, it’s only to balance your pessimism," he proudly declared.

"Yeah. Just that everything I had been fucking pessimistic about did occur with painful accuracy, or even worse than I predicted." We were already on the next row; I guess around eighty or so rats were inside this whole cellar.

A number not even close to half a million; even ’zero’ rats feel closer to five hundred thousand than ’eighty’ somehow.

I groaned internally and closed my eyes for a moment.

Why am I even doing this damn play with the government? They are at fault for putting these irrational terms out, and I am at fault for going along with it.

"But everything I had been optimistic about had also always occurred. You are alive; every monster we confronted died. We won each and every time." He said with a casualness as if it were a given while he stood up.

I had just touched another disgusting dark chicken in a cage on the floor and looked up to him.

"Can’t say you are wrong there." I chuckled.

He pulled me up, holding my wrist over his shoulder, again in such a cringy dance position. I think that fucker even led my upper body a bit back as if I was not in the male role of that dance.

"Balance is the key. Let’s continue with our fruitful cooperation."

If going by his expression, he meant that in some sexual sense, though I couldn’t point it out specifically, so I nodded.

"Mhm, let’s do that." I let go of him and steadied myself before punching his stomach.

Looking around the room, this didn’t feel like a hunt but some arduous task that took forever to be completed.

"Even if these rats are already caught and served, I somehow don’t feel an accomplishment by killing them."

"Cough cough... Because it’s boring like this." Henry held his stomach while laughing and coughing dramatically before again sticking to me and chewing on my neck.

Hell, I am really thankful for the enchanted body and the tattoos, or I would constantly parade hickeys around just because someone had a boring mouth.

Am I...

Am I his chewing toy?

I gave Henry a glare, but he wouldn’t notice anyway with his head buried in my neck.

"Fuck, let’s get this over with." We finished three more rows, with Henry behaving because he had his toy, which was me, until we arrived by the corpse inside the cage again.

"Should I get rid of her?" Henry asked me, and I shook my head.

"That’s not a decision I wanna make." I didn’t want to get rid of her body in case someone was searching for her and wanted to bring her home, and I didn’t want to bury her on the property of this horror house.

But if we bury her somewhere else, then she won’t be found as well, so no choice is the best choice, and I left her inside the cage, with the door still wide open.

The next surprise was the two cages under the table with the last two women we had found underground. Apparently, one of them hadn’t come up even after the mind control ban had been lifted.

I bent down and felt for her pulse; she was still alive, just unconscious.

Sighing, I took the blanket from the floor and gave it over to Henry, who looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"What? If I carry her upstairs, you are going to throw a tantrum, aren’t you?"

Henry squinted his eyes before breaking into a laugh.

"That’s probably true."

He took the blanket and pulled the girl out of the cage to wrap her up like a burrito before he put her on his shoulder like a sack.

"Bring her upstairs; I’ll continue here."

Henry looked around the room unhappily as if he scanned for any dangers that could befall me before he nodded shortly and walked back.

"Pfft." I turned around after watching him speed up the stairs and then felt it—not some danger, but a certain feeling.

It was the bad feeling I had when looking at this building from outside, which could only mean one thing.

My counterpart was near; the law of attraction really was no joke.

I walked along the row of tables put together behind each other and followed the feeling in between the rats that were going berserk.

Was Henry really that much of a distraction that I hadn’t noticed before? I mean, even now, it was just like a soundless whisper in the back of my mind, like when you have two paths before you and you take one but then suddenly halt and, for whatever reason, choose the other one.

I hadn’t really consciously noticed this kind of ’attraction’; until now, it always seemed like coincidence, but naturally, that can’t have just been it.

When I halted in front of a cage sitting on a table, looking at a rat that was just like all the other rats, throwing itself against its cage bars with murderous intent, I felt like I was looking at my imprisoned self a few ’years’ or months ago.

"Stop it," I said, but the rat didn’t stop, fighting and fighting for freedom to then survive and live, to kill and eat.

Henry materialized behind me the next second, hugging me from behind yet again and putting his chin on top of my head.

"What’s wrong? You missed a few rats in the other row," he commented while looking to the side.

"Can I introduce you two? RatKenny, this is Henry; Henry, this is RatKenny."

"Ooooh? It is my absolute pleasure. Now looking at it, it seems a bit cute." Henry seemed far more excited to see my murderous animal counterpart than he did with my murderous human ones.

"Yeah, sure."

What do I do with you?

The rat didn’t stop once for me to take a look at its eyes, contrary to the others.

I want to get you out of this cage and set you free.

I want to get you back to the world you belong in so you can live there happily.

I want to get this rat back to Jeyjey, get her high on DMT, and then let her open the portal—yet the risk isn’t worth it.

The world is a scary place; not only this one was, but all worlds were, and the scariest part was if you lost your path.

Decisions are scary.

I raised the gun and aimed at the rat.

Dying is scary.

I pulled the trigger.

Living is too.

I took a deep breath while feeling Henry squeeze me tightly to himself, smothering me with his warmth.

I watch the memories of a whole life returning, as if they had been mine all along.

And I felt a different kind of warmth from other small bodies; many small bodies pressed against me. I hear so many heartbeats, so many others that are with me in this dark and wet place.

I feel my body hurt as I grow, and as I start to dig, then I feel sunlight on me that is hurting my eyes. Soon I am accustomed to the light, and I start to open my eyes.

The suns are big and shiny; the earth is prosperous with so many fat worms to feed on, but they are fast and slippery, not easy to catch.

So I have to become fast, slippery, and strong myself.

I hunt, I kill, I eat, I mate, I sleep, I play, I dig—I live.

And although this life is on repeat, I don’t think, I react; I don’t care, I don’t suffer; no restrictions, just eating; no thoughts, just being alive.

So I don’t think but react when I dig through the earth, when I squeeze through a tunnel, and when I suddenly feel ground much more solid than before under my feet.

I react when I smell a delicious smell and continue with my life, where I hunt and I kill, I eat and I mate, I sleep and I play, I run and I live.