Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 95 - . Bang

Two bald men searched around, and I really wanted to get rid of them; letting a threat to your life run loose was utterly stupid to do.

One bald man walked to our door.

I walked silently to my grandmother's side and shielded her with my body. This time, she was, luckily, finally silent.

My gun had already disappeared, and I assembled it anew, when the guy was still a bit away so that he wouldn't hear the magazine clicking in place.

I aimed at the door, standing sideways of it; when he opened, I would directly make a headshot. A dumb thought of how nerve-wracking it would be if the guy opened the door and then got called back by the other, only to close the door again and go, came to my mind. How they tease you in the movies, letting you anticipate some action only to give you nothing.

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I was always fucking annoyed by these types of scenes.

The door opened slowly, and I waited with the same kind of anticipation. I want some damn action after seeing you kill me and my grandma you fucker.

Finally, a bald head trespassed.

BANG.

I shot him in the head, not more, not less. He hadn't seen it coming, but there was another guy lurking around, and he definitely had heard the shot. Now, if he ran away, he would surely pop up later in the most untimely manner.

So I hoped that he would come and look after his buddy.

I looked out of the window, and saw that the other chose to run away, so I stepped out of the door and fired at him. My third or so bullet finally hit him in the stomach. What a well-chosen spot, as I was killed like this in my vision by him.

I walked to the groaning man and looked down, my grandma right behind me.

"Please..." He winced, holding his wound.

I was in the midst of consulting the one in charge when she pushed me away and pressed her walking stick onto the hands of the prisoner. He instinctively put his hands away, only for the old dragon to pierce his shot wound with her walking stick.

He screamed, but my grandmother looked down at him unfeelingly.

"So you can go and kill people?" I asked her in annoyance at her being a hypocrite.

"I am protecting my little grandson, and I am not convicted of anything." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Who is little?"

"You." She bantered while watching the man die. Can't say that I felt any guilt or anything; I bet I inherited this disregard for life from the old hag beside me.

The gun disappeared, and the wound would have closed; no idea if he would have died or survived. But with a walking stick rammed inside the wound, there was nothing he could do apart from being heavily injured.

Finally, there was a strange sound, and her walking stick broke through something, sinking into the other's body fully.

The bald man died.

"A bullet would have been somewhat painless."

"You saw him kill us; that's what you have said yourself."

"You hag, what are you even talking about? Get your principles right, cause they make no sense to me." I kicked the corpse and found a gun in the back of his jeans.

"If I give you this gun, will you shoot yourself accidentally or anything?" While asking, I passed the loot to her.

"Don't underestimate me." She took the gun and opened it.

"Your grandfather took me shooting; it had been some time ago, but I can still handle it."

I nodded at the news, and we walked back to the other dead man. I was curious what the bullet out of a conjured-up gun would do to him, if he would even die, or if he had to be shot a few more times.

The body was clearly dead. The gun wound had not healed, and the corpse looked as if it had been a few days old.

Can't say even now that I felt any heartache for killing someone.

I checked the corpse and found no additional weapon, before I stepped over it, while my grandma stepped on the dead bald man coldly. When I had my backpack, we were ready to go.

Again, I stepped over the corpse, and my grandma chose the same way to exit as she did to enter. We went in the direction of the fallen church. From then on, it would be familiar territory for me.

The backpack was heavy, but with a ladder, it was all manageable.

We wandered for what felt like an eternity, my grandma not even sweating a bit.

"Do you feel stronger?"

"Why? Do you want to fight?" She gave me a disapproving look.

"Did I say that?" I rolled my eyes.

"No, you got younger, but your body doesn't seem to match even the younger age you have now."

"While I was unconscious, I 'saw' the life that the animal had led." She unexpectedly said.

"You mean the monster deer?" I asked her.

"Yes. From the moment it was born."

"So you are absorbing everything upon killing your counterpart? Even memories, experiences etc.?"

"Might be. My body feels lighter, and my mind has become sharper." She uttered while using the ladder to step down from a mashed-up car barrier.

"That's not difficult..." I got a glare from her and followed her down the ladder when she had ground under her feet again.

"If this gets public, we have more problems; not only will the whole world become a dungeon. What if the counterparts know of this? Wouldn't we hunt each other down until every world gets destroyed?"

"Yes." She agreed. I don't think she knows what a dungeon is, but she should be able to piece it together.

"Don't talk about any of this." She narrowed her eyes at me again.

"It was me who said it would be problematic; so what gives you the impression that I go babble around?"

"You don't seem trustworthy."

"What the fuck?!"

"Your orange getup, for example." She grinned again, and I was done with arguing with her. On top of the next asphalt chunk, I finally got a glimpse of the church tower.

Soon, we'll be back. Let's hope the dog is obediently waiting for me.