Henry’s POV
I kicked the man on the floor, high from the drugs, while constantly touching the new bite scar on my neck.
"You piece of shit are having a good ti, aren’t you?"
I crouched down and gripped his hand.
"Now tell what you see; get a vision."
Though this junkie was already all over the moon, his eyes turned red and he mumbled,
"This Thursday, burned-down forest, at 1:23 night."
My heart skipped a beat. Thursday was the day after tomorrow.
After so long without him getting a vision, could this really be it?
The hope strangled , as I wanted to believe it with all my might.
I stood up and kicked him again, but he didn’t even move anymore. After making sure he wouldn’t die on , I gathered the second package holding the sa white powder, which he had yet to consu, and emptied it over the toilet before flushing.
Let’s wait until he cos back from his trip.
I walked up and down inside the cell, too pumped up to stay still. If this was real, if he really ca back... No, I needed more information.
Crouching down beside the high man, I pulled him up by his collar before punching him. Seeing him not react, I wrapped my fingers in the shadowy energy and poked his shoulder.
That got him back, screaming.
"Your vision, what exactly have you seen?" I asked him.
"A burned-down forest, you waiting there clothed in black. This Kennith, who appears full of blood and unconscious. You say the ti; you say, ’It is now one thirty-two at night on this Thursday’." He groaned with his eyes closed and his face serene.
The burned-down forest—this should be where the first portal had opened. We had an exact ti and an exact day. It was tomorrow night. That was even better.
I let go of this filth and sat on my bed, contemplating. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I went to the prison bars and yelled for a guard.
"I need to make a phone call now." I said when soone ca.
He nodded. After I got cuffed, I was brought to the phones. I dialed Ethan’s number and directly interrupted him when he answered the call.
"I know where Kenny is; he will co back. Call Mrs. Howard, then get out by tomorrow at eleven p.m. Get a hospital and doctors ready for Kenny."
"What?? Tomorrow?" Ethan asked, but I hung up before turning around and putting my hands out for the guard to cuff .
"You finally decided to quit prison?" The guard smiled, apparently having overheard my call.
"My partner is coming back." I swallowed the pain and euphoria that nearly broke out of . I couldn’t stop myself, wanting the whole world to know, but also regretting it imdiately. Nobody needed to know, just his grandma and .
"The red-eyed young man who was falsely imprisoned?" The guard asked, and I nodded.
"It was all over the internet and the newspapers, together with the rest." He continued while bringing back.
After closing the door and uncuffing , he reached inside his bulging chest pocket, giving a cute little package through the prison bars.
"From the cousin I told you about. Another ’thank you’." He scratched his neck, and I broke into a smile.
"Thanks, but it was not who saved the survivors from the south district. It had been Kenny alone." I took the cookies and put them on the table.
"You always say that..." The guard laughed and walked away.
I stared at the little gift.
If I threw them away, Kenny wouldn’t like it.
So I always ca to the conclusion to keep these little things for him for the ti he ca back.
I reached for the cookies and opened the package.
But I wouldn’t want to give him sothing from soone else, no matter if the food was laced with poison or love.
I put the cookie in my mouth and chewed on it.
It tasted absolutely fantastic; I don’t know if I had ever eaten sothing so good.
No, Kenny’s cooking was better, naturally, but damn, did sweets always taste like that? This taste was bringing tears to my eyes.
I sat down, ignoring the groaning man on the ground after ensuring that he would make it.
Tomorrow night.
Please let it be true.
Though it didn’t matter. I will get him back, even if I have to destroy every single world that was separating us.
One way or another, I will get him back, but naturally, I preferred this one.
************
The vermin on the floor had a very bad ti after having a very good ti.
If I had given in and taken the drugs, I might have missed Kenny coming back. I would love to say that it was luck, but that wasn’t it.
It was a simple decision that I would make every ti anew.
Now I watched him vomiting his heart out. The sll was easily ignored, given what I had already forced down my nose, from corpses to more corpses in different decaying states; a bit of vomit was nothing compared to that.
For a mont I thought I was watching my past self, but there was no pity.
"You are grinning as if you love the sight of vomiting." Kenny’s counterpart comnted before turning back to the toilet.
"Quiet. Not everything is revolving around you."
"Can I ask you sothing? If I am Kenny’s counterpart, why do you hate so much?"
"Where did you hear that?" I asked back icily. I hadn’t ntioned anything to him.
"I saw it." He pointed at his eyes.
"As I grabbed your lover and received a vision from him, I saw it."
"How was he when you t him?" I asked back.
First, the military separated everyone and put us in an old hospital building, asking repeated questions about what had happened. Then everyone went back to their families, while I chose to go back to prison with this junkie.
Ethan, my new attorney, was by my side helping .
In the two months I had spent in prison since coming back, I forced Kenny’s counterpart to get visions, but every ti he ca back, he just spoke about having seen so fog only, regarding my future, to be precise, black fog.
Whatever that ant.
But I never took the ti to ask him more about Kenny; I just focused on his visions.
"You didn’t deny it..."
"Hm?" I asked, getting ripped out of my thoughts.
"Nothing. He was a brat like you are. He wanted to call him ’father.’ No respect these days."
I broke into laughter.
"That sounds like him."
"So? Why do you hate so much if you like him so much?"
Maybe I was still too giddy and euphoric from the information I got from him; I actually answered.
"Because you aren’t him. The most obvious being..." I pointed at his sorry figure.
"The Kenny I know would beat a woman, sure. But only after she stabbed him fifteen tis or so. You killed a few without any solid reason. I wouldn’t judge my Kenny for doing the sa, but he just wouldn’t. You are not him and will never be."
Kenny’s counterpart chuckled before bursting into a full laugh.
"Everyone is able to do anything given the right circumstances in the past and present."
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