Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 396. ’Attic’

Henry’s POV

I woke up when Kenny clinked cans with the others and found a teddy bear in my arms with a sticky note on it.

I smiled and pocketed the note before hugging the teddy and listening to what they talked about, for example, the new ability one of them had.

Luck.

Not bad... useful enough that it would be splendid if Kenny could have it.

And...the same lucky person came out to Kenny, alarming me so much that I sat up while still hugging the teddy.

Danny usually clung to my Kenny, or at least tried to, so his reasoning for suddenly confessing his sexual orientation could very well be getting that could get him killed.

But the more I heard, the more I chuckled.

If they thought that they would get Kenny to admit something with this, then they were wrong.

However, something even more alarming but also just as killworthy presented itself soon after.

I sprang up the moment I heard Omar confess his little secret and went to the door, but when I heard Kenny coming to our room instead, I sat back down on the bed so as not to startle him.

And I had to see him acting so humanly again, again not getting any satisfaction from it.

Instead of being angry and displaying the usual intense emotion, he just seemed confused and scared.

As if the paranoia had torn him down so continuously that it rendered him in a dazed mess this time.

And while his paranoid fits usually made at least a bit of sense, in this one, he showed to be farther from reality than the last times.

With each shocking news he received, his paranoia worsened, and while he was not a danger to others during this specific fit, he was a danger to himself and to the crystalline counterpart protecting him.

So I didn’t wake him up, just as I hadn’t woken him up during his sleepwalking, which had gratefully never occurred again.

I didn’t wake him up, but I worked with him like back then in our room in the center, where I stopped him from lunging into walls or furniture.

And this strategy proved itself to be effective.

While having him in my arms, I jumped up the wall until I reached the ladder that would usually only be accessible from the second floor.

On the roof, I felt Kenny relax; his fast heartbeat and fear decreased, and after some time, he fell asleep.

Now...what to do with Omar? I would love to go downstairs and just beat him up, but Kenny wouldn’t like it.

It would be laughable to go for the pawn if there was the king—the king whose name I was aware of: Eugene Lawrence Junior.

Omar’s grandfather, Dr. Lawrence’s father, and Eugene Senior’s son, the latter was thought dead; the Junior had just turned up.

When Omar’s father asked Omar to befriend Kenny years ago, it was surely not by his own volition.

Eugene Junior surely knows just as much, if not more, than his son.

I squeezed Kenny in my arms and watched the cornfield.

It was so adorable of him not to point at any of the bigger trees, just the small ones that wouldn’t be missed that much.

How much would a really big tree be missed? And how would its disappearance influence this already rat-riddled city?

I will surely find out.

The night progressed, and now it should be around half past two ’o’clock at night.

I slowly stroked over Kenny’s hair with my chin as I tried to force myself to interrupt this peaceful and cozy moment.

Kenny smelled as if he had freshly showered, and although his hair wasn’t wet, it wouldn’t be good for him to be on top of the roof, exposed to the wind.

I finally stood slowly up and carried him in a princess carry to the edge of the roof before I pressed Kenny tightly to my body and jumped.

Landing securely on slightly bent knees, I straightened up in fear that he had been woken up, but he was out for good.

I walked to our window and took a few steps back to gain momentum and jumped back inside the room.

Without a mattress and without a blanket or pillows, I had no choice but to bring him to the adjoining room.

The bed inside was still coverless, but it didn’t matter.

I placed Kenny cautiously directly on the mattress, smelling his hair again before letting go, and searching for a few blankets with which I covered him.

Then I wanted to get the teddy bear that I hadn’t acidified and that was still in our room, but then I remembered that he could view it as contaminated when he woke up.

I looked around.

We had no plush toys here.

I had to get some and made a mental note before searching for a pen and paper in the nightstand drawers and writing Kenny a note.

I placed it on the nightstand closest to him before I kneeled at his bedside and watched him for a bit while holding his hand.

No, I had to go; night was the best time to attack.

I planted a kiss on the back of his hand and again made sure that he was tightly covered by the blankets before I stood up and left the room, softly closing the door on my way out.

On my way to the staircase, I passed the kitchen that was empty and dark; Kenny’s friends should have already gone to bed.

I went down the stairs and searched for a little door in the ceiling that should lead to the attic where Ethan had found a bunch of stuff, which let me hope to find something useful as well.

Along the corridor left of the staircase, I just found doors on each side.

In one of them should be Jeyjey and Henrietta; in the others, Mrs. Howard, Ethan, the guys, and the child. Additionally, somewhere was the doctor’s room, and that brown-haired girl and the staff sergeant should also be somewhere.

The corridor was really long, with many doors on the left and right, and all in all, it didn’t add up to the first floor, which was not as huge.

From the outside, this house looked like a square, so the space on both floors should be identical.

I stopped to look for the door on the ceiling and looked at the floor, finally finding something hidden under a carpet at the end of the corridor that led into a wall.

I opened the door in the floor silently and saw a room filled with shelves.

Bingo.

I jumped into the room and found not only a bunch of food cans—again rice—but also bean and pineapple cans, together with other dried or salted things.

Then there was a big part of the huge room that was filled with freezers, clothes, and daily necessities, and another part was filled with weapons.

Knives, guns, ammunition, batons, more arrow guns, real crossbows, reserve walking sticks, and... a few spears?

Mrs. Howard surely was prepared. I have to bring Kenny down here and let him touch this whole arsenal so that he can conjure it up anytime.

Especially the guns were so carefully organized, with matching ammunition, silencers, and spare parts for each model—this hinted at a weapon enthusiast at work.

I would bet on the staff sergeant to be responsible for this part.

I took a gun belt, a gun, a silencer, and matching ammunition.

Then I searched for a mask and found a ski mask that covered the eyes as well but didn’t hinder the view of the person wearing it.

A beautiful mask for a robbery.

I also found tight-fitting gloves and then teleported upstairs with my loot, closed the door to the ’attic,’ and then put the carpet back in place.

Then I went back into our bathroom to put my contact lenses in, followed by the ski mask, and was happy with my disguise.

I searched the closet for better clothes, going with a black jean in my size, as well as a black tight-fitted shirt and a jacket.

I changed clothes and put the gun belt on, anticipation and bloodlust tickling every fiber in my body, letting me feel impatient agitation.

I didn’t visit Kenny and just listened to him breathing evenly outside his door because I feared not being able to leave if I did.

Instead, I soon let the acid spread through my veins, dissolving me under pain that was, meanwhile, not even worth a flinch.

Eugene Lawrence Junior, I am coming for you~

And I am bringing a bunch of questions with me~