Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 449. Sepia Space 2

If the Kennyrope grew, but the spikes/thorns along the way didn’t shrink, then everyone would get pierced ANYWAY in the end.

Something told me that EVEN IF the thorns had accommodated the length of the Kennyrope until now, it wouldn’t necessarily continue like this; on the contrary.

"PICK THE NEXT KENNY UP! "The one who was now above me yelled, while I was unable to feel my fucking arms or my joints in general.

The fall was not as free as I had experienced it before, and it was somehow reassuring to have someone holding onto me, EVEN IF THAT ONE WAS DUMB AS STRAW.

"YOU FUCKER, DIDN’T YOU NOTICE THAT WHEN THE ROPE GROWS, WE WILL ALL GET THORNED ANYWAY??" I yelled with all my might, swallowing a whole fucking bunch of sand in the process.

"DO WE HAVE A CHOICE?" came back after some time; we were still falling as he switched hold on my legs so that I would face ahead.

Why the fuck do we all have so much strength if nobody can use their upgraded power?

Although it seemed everyone was only holding on by their last bit of strength, it still was a bit excessive to be able to hold onto each other when we were all this injured.

Any yells or screams along the rope that didn’t come from the second-to-last person that was holding onto me were swallowed by the sandstorm, so we couldn’t ask the others for their opinion.

Anyway, there were other pressing matters than to make a vote.

Changing to a position where I was looking forward while flying made me FEEL THE BREEZE WITH MY INTENSITIES.

"WHAT A FUCKING BLAST!" With more sand in my mouth after screaming bullshit, and the sand now more equally disturbed between my insides and mouth, I felt a bit better, though that was probably just placebo.

And then I saw it; upside down, there was another red-eyed Kenny, this one a bit chubby, which was a form I had never really seen myself in.

He was balancing on one foot, untouched by the sandstorm, but looked close to falling.

"CATCH!" I yelled the nonsensical command that I had been welcomed with, feeling that this was all a dream.

My wounds didn’t hurt all of a sudden, and I had a feeling that this had something to do with the awareness of how significantly I was able to influence the ’Space’ part of my ability.

The plump Kenny flinched and slipped upon seeing me, but I was able to snatch his hand.

Again my shoulder crunched, but I could still feel my arm, so while we went back UP again, I pulled on the hand to hug Chubby Kenny with all my might to my body.

"WHAT?? WHAT IS THIS??" He roared into my ear, nearly making me go deaf.

Oh, so it was his first time in the rodeo.

While clinging to the chubby body and engulfing him in a full hug, I looked upwards, soon confirming that the thorns were indeed not becoming shorter, but on the contrary, longer instead, even longer than the one I had held on to.

"HOLD ONTO ME, ON MY BACK!!" I roared.

I pulled, bent my knees, and twisted my body, getting hit but managing to evade one of the thorns while flying upwards, past the handles, when we reached the highest point and stilled midair for half a second.

Meanwhile, we managed to change position, and when it went down again, upon passing the handles, I gripped them with Chubby Kenny on my back.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" The voice under me complained loudly while the weight on me intensified, my lower body slowly but surely being pulled forward.

I ignored him and addressed Chubby Kenny.

"YOU HAVE TO GRIP THE HANDLES AND HANG ONTO THEM EVEN WHEN WE ARE GONE, GOT IT? WE SHOULD BE EJECTED FROM THIS PLACE AT SOME POINT!"

We both were somehow saved from the sandy storm, as we both were in close range to the thorn; nevertheless, yelling seemed necessary in this shitty situation.

"ALRIGHT!" he answered, leaning forward to grab the handles, his hands forcing themselves next to mine, and I liked his obedience quite a bit.

This time, when the thorn pierced into my stomach, I didn’t feel any pain at all, and it didn’t seem to be such an excruciating time.

Just that I felt exhausted as hell and cold as fuck.

Hmmm...maybe this wasn’t my awareness of time and space, just my body dying—either way, I would not die for real, so it didn’t matter.

We waited, and at some point, the voice below me bellowed, "NOW!"

I let go of the handles, while Chubby Kenny hung onto them.

While it went down again, and because the sand in my mouth was so damn tasty, I yelled at Kenny, who was now above me, telling him that we needed to shorten the counterpart rope and couldn’t pick up new Kennys.

I don’t know if he understood or not, but I felt so dizzy I couldn’t hear anything besides the wind whipping past my ears.

The sharp sand grains that had pierced my skin felt now like tender raindrops as it went down, down, down.

I waited, ready to ignore the next Kenny standing on a thorn and hoping for the best from him, when I surprisingly didn’t find one at the deepest point we flew.

Instead, my body crashed into these spikes, as they had again grown.

Like a ping-pong ball, I was thrown against the metallic surfaces, but I didn’t care; I didn’t feel it.

I felt instead a mattress under my body somehow.

Like the split consciousness I had perceived when controlling Henry, I could feel where my ’main body’ was, which was at home.

But it wasn’t enough to be really ejected from this space, and after some time, it went up again.

I gripped the handles, and heeding my commands, the Kenny under me let go after I was pierced, and it should go down again for everyone else.

When he let go and the weight lessened on me, I felt warmth on my chest and stomach, as if my main body was hugged by a small trembling creature.

I smiled while dangling there in solitude, wishing everyone the best, and again envisioned this space to be mine and myself to be ejected.

And the scenery again changed.

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I am watching the cage fight instead of practicing.

The big flat TV screen flashes with blood and gore while I sit on the comfy couch, dangling my short legs.

I take out my phone to reread the message that said my parents will arrive late.

I turn my head and look out of the wide ceiling-to-floor windows.

This house is soundproof to the max because the airport is so close. I don’t mind the windows closed all the time; I like watching the little dots when I have nothing better to do.

I count seven and two helicopters, asking myself if my parents took business class or a private jet when I suddenly see them...

...fall.

All of them at once... falling from the sky.

The TV goes silent just at the same time, and the light goes out.

But I sit calmly because it is impossible—the picture is so incredibly ludicrous that my brain seems to just wave it off as a hallucination.

Not even the movement of my legs stops as I watch them crash, partly in the ocean to the left, partly exploding and lighting up the cliff our house stood on again; one of them crashes into the big house I sit in.

Until the end, even when the windows shatter, my ears ring, and the fire engulfs me, I just think...

’Impossible.’

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I snapped my eyes open, nearly expecting either to be strapped to a bed, holding onto handles inside the sepia space, or meeting with the fervent fire, a pain I was all too familiar with, devouring a house I had never been in.

But what I saw was the green ceiling with the same-colored walls around me, and besides being drenched in sweat and trembling all over, there was warmth clinging to me in the form of a kid.

I wanted to say something when my insides twisted with pain so sharp I nearly lost consciousness.

Ren let go of me and looked at me before instantly reaching for a bucket that somehow found its way into my room, standing beside the mattress.

Just in time, he lifted it for me to snatch it as I hurled it in front of my face to catch the bile and blood I vomited out.

My whole body spasmed, and I was all too aware of the bunches of gaping slashes in the crystalline surface of the table in my mind, knowing how many hits my psyche had taken.

While vomiting blood and wincing in pain, Ren hugged me from behind, clinging to my back instead of just patting it.

There was a slight paper rustle between us, and I would have laughed if I wasn’t busy vomiting.

The slashes on the table healed slowly but surely, and when I grabbed my vibrating phone beside me to see that alone from Henry there were 99+ unread messages, the progress of healing stopped.

Panicking, I checked the chat, but I only saw cute, angry, desperate, abandoned, forlorn, and lovesick puppy stickers and messages filled with threats and worries, but most of all of him missing me tremendously.

Pfft, relief washed over me that he was alright.

The rest of the crystalline surface healed at once, and I wrote him back with trembling hands.

K: [You stalker puppy, 99+ messages, wth! I am back and good—but boy, I have a bunch of news...]

I put the bloody bucket to the side and leaned back, nearly squishing Ren, but felt him laugh quietly, so he was apparently okay with being a bit squished.

What a fucking long day...

I need a few weeks of sleep and some wholesome snuggling with my puppy to get over all the shit some higher force again threw at me.

Screw you, fucking higher force; I hope you go bald.