Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 444. Listen closely

I saw the violet coin twist and turn, floating in the air before I caught it and slapped it on the back of my other hand, to then see the ’H’ upon uncovering the coin, just like I had wanted.

Sucked into the vortex, from existence to nothingness, from awareness to unawareness, my consciousness awoke again in a body that was not mine.

Again my instincts screamed at me that I didn’t belong here; panic set in to return to the well-known shell my consciousness originated from, but with the experience I had in using the violet coin, I managed to suppress it while walking out of the warehouse.

I miraculously did not stumble while looking at my father’s back as he pushed the wheelchair toward the open metal door of the fence.

Everything I saw was intercepted by a fine net in front of my face, hiding ’my’ face but also my red eye color.

This was the reason it had to be now.

I didn’t want to be seen in Harry’s body with my own eye color , and from now on, if there were a need to take the mask off, I could at least try to stop it, or just go back to my own body before exposing myself.

And if I just teleported to the group in my own body, wherever they were, there would always be the possibility of getting caught on camera, just like it had maybe or maybe not had happened to the puppy.

’Tranquilled~ Relaxed~ Stare ahead~ Move on cue~ Listen closely~ and repeat~ ʂօմղժ~ Tranquilled~ Relaxed~,...’

I first thought it was a slight humming, like some side effect from entering Harry’s body, but I soon noticed that under the mask, there was a voice whispering directly into my ears.

An eerily serene-sounding one, apparently coming from... earphones, a voice lulling me into exactly what she wanted from me—tranquility.

Not only that, this unexplainable sound I had heard—not only from the water tanks but also from the vision of Jeyjey inside the glass cell—would quietly but constantly appear.

And upon hearing the sound, I felt an urge to listen even more closely to what was spoken into my ear so that I wouldn’t miss out on the moment my ’reward’ was played.

This was so fucked up, and the longer it went, the easier it was to lose my train of thought; additionally, I felt that ’my’ heart rate was really slow, and my limbs were freezing—I was sure they had drugged Harry.

I fell one step behind the group and reached for my ears to get the brainwashing earphones out, but the mask wasn’t just covering my face; it was attached to elastic fabric that was tightly covering ’my’ whole head and neck.

So I couldn’t really reach inside and had to touch my ears over the fabric with hands covered with thin black gloves, and I found that the right one of the wireless earphones had two small buttons.

I pressed one of them and found that the volume went up, forcing me to hear the voice much louder and much clearer reverberating through my head, together with the Pavlovian reward sound.

I felt Harry’s cold hand tremble and nearly didn’t manage to reach for the other button—that was how happy, tranquil, and fucking relaxed I was at the moment, but I eventually managed.

I turned the volume down as much as possible, just that it regrettably didn’t go completely silent, although it was enough to regain control over my thoughts.

Were they so assured that the reward sound was too enticing to stop the group from turning the volume down? Or why were there buttons in the first place?

Either way, it seemed to have worked, though I felt slight goosebumps even hearing that sound only so slightly; that was how much Harry’s body was thirsting for it.

The rest of the walk outside was luckily more of a quieter one, as we had passed the metal fence and the many cars around, but I was in for another shitty surprise.

Because there was another face I hadn’t seen... I’d say since my first time in prison.

Lauren, standing beside two security guys, had turned back to the plastic Barbie-like looks she had displayed before everything went down the drain.

Her light brown, breast-long hair was neatly folded over her shoulder; her black skirt dress seemed to stand out in the landscape of grass... and cars.

Seeing the quality of her clothes and shoes, I found it interesting... so the Howard family didn’t go bankrupt because of the cursed murder-spawn, aka me.

Spotting my father and his probably bruised face, she took a step forward, her mask-like face cracking a bit, before she stepped back again and bowed to Mr. Lawrence.

"We are... leaving," the man in the wheelchair announced weakly, and one of the security men standing beside Lauren came forward to take Mr. Lawrence from my father’s hands.

Lauren bowed again before walking alongside my father, the other security man, and us black-clothed fencing-masked people to a much bigger car, looking like a small truck.

The back door was opened by the security guy, showing two rows of seats on the inside, all in alll enough space for eight people.

This looked more like a small prisoner transport with the absence of seat cushions and the sterile metallic way it looked, but who am I to judge how to transport brainwashed and drugged people?

Somehow we formed an orderly line by nature and took a seat inside the car together with the security guy.

Two seats were left vacant in the back, but Lauren and my father didn’t join us and instead went to the front of the car, with her in the driver’s seat.

She started the truck, and it wasn’t long till we were on our way.

From my corner seat directly behind my father, only separated by the thin metal wall with an open window etched into it, I had a good look at the back of my sister’s head.

Nobody cared about closing the window, so I hoped there was a chance that I could hear them talk.

Tranquilled~

"Was that Kenny?" she asked quietly after some time, addressing the wound on his face, but I could hear her and smiled.

Relaxed~

"SILENCE!" my father bellowed, enraged.

She flinched, but after some time, she asked again.

"Was that woman present? Is she really... an imposter?" Lauren seemed to hope that this was not the case, sounding desperate.

Stare ahead~

Again, a long silence until he answered; the car now had a proper street under it, contrary to the grassy or earthy paths from before.

"No... She is your grandmother."

He suddenly lashed out and hit the dashboard in front of him a few times.

Move on cue~

Silence once more before she spoke.

"Why didn’t Grandmother contact us? Why is she still on his side after everything he has done?"

My smile under the mask widened as I felt myself growing a bit impatient at the topic, a bit bloodthirsty at their behavior, and a bit of paranoid anger at their hostility towards me.

God, I miss Henry so much right now.

My father laughed angrily.

"Why? Because she sees her dead son in him, THAT IS WHY! She will forever turn a blind eye to the monstrosities he commits!!"

Listen closely~

He again hit the dashboard in front of him.

Lauren didn’t say anything again when my father spoke first this time,

"Mr. Eugene Lawrence Junior’s state is still unclear. Continue to do your work under Mr. Elijah Lawrence for the time being."

"Alright. Will Mr. Elijah really take over the Lawrence family?"

"At least temporarily. Don’t ask any questions; the Lawrence family matters don’t concern us; we do as we are told."

I roll my eyes, never having seen my father put himself in such an unfavorable situation.

"What about Kenny?"

And repeat~

My father’s fury was palpable.

"Nothing went as planned. If this continues, he will regain freedom and become a normal citizen who can freely walk on the streets without any worries."

OOOH, SHUT THE FUCK UP! I have more than enough worries, old man.

"However, the day is not over yet. We have to put our trust in the Lawrence family."

Hearing that, I chuckled internally. Where did this new trust towards them—this obedience—come from?

Tranquilled~

"Dad, do you really think he will take the bait?" Lauren seemed unsure, not only about this question but also about the whole damn thing.

Though she had already given in to the pressure, just like always.

Relaxed~

"The likes of him can’t help but commit crimes. He will come." So sure, so convinced, not only about how bad I was, but also that rescuing my people could be called a ’crime’.

Stare ahead~

"And he will be captured." Again, so sure, so convinced.

Move on cue~

"He will finally ..."

Haaaa...why, why, why?

Listen closely~

"...pay for his sins."

Why can’t you be someone I don’t have to fight against?

And repeat~