Not only was his whole existence eradicated, which would save people further from his nonsensical theories, but I also felt it was the right thing to do, though my head told otherwise.
I touched his corpse and thought of an empty desert while I flipped the coin.
My feet sank a bit into the sand, the lifeless body slipping from my hand when I opened my eyes. So corpses could be transported with .
I put the mask away, finally able to breathe again, conjured up a shovel, and started digging. First, the sand was annoying, but when I went deeper, it beca easier. In the end, I had a human-sized, really deep hole, where I threw the doctor in before I closed it up again.
When I finished burying him, I looked at the sky in the desert; nothing near , all alone, the stars shining so brightly, and a deep loneliness overca . At the sa ti, it also felt right, just like murdering the doctor was.
As if I should be alone, away from everything I could bring doom to.
I put the shovel away and lay in the sand, looking up.
It was so silent here, no animals, not really windy. If I closed my eyes, I’d think I was back on the dead planet, with all the ash around .
Maybe I had never really left, buried under the black, stick-like trees, together with the giant, ending our bloody existence once and for all.
I got up and let the black clothes disappear before I conjured myself a smoke.
"I don’t want to go back," I mumbled, but then I thought of so needy little puppy with a broken paw.
When I finished my smoke, I put the cigarette butt away before I got myself new clothes, a cap, and sunglasses. I pictured another place, sowhere in the world where the sun shone at this mont. A marketplace for antiques or sothing that would have an empty side street ready for my arrival.
After I flipped the coin and opened my eyes, I felt the excruciating heat, though I stood in the shadow, inside my desired side street. It was narrow here, but enough to move and enough to hear people in the bigger, sunny street speaking in a language I couldn’t even recognize. The people walked in a different getup that looked burka-like, though there were a few people dressed in suits.
I looked at my getup and felt that I would definitely stand out like this. So I walked out of the narrow street, touched a few of those clothes while making a round, before hiding again in another narrow street and changing into the floaty clothes.
Damn, finding where my arms, head, and legs should go into that piece cost more ti than I wanted to waste on things like this. But at least it wasn’t as hot as my hoodie, and with sunglasses and a surgical mask, which was worn by many, I was covered perfectly.
I walked outside and looked around the marketplace until I found sothing I wanted. I didn’t recognize the currency, but they luckily used numbers I could recognize and deduce how much I’d needed. Then I noticed the many people playing these street gas; one of them was that with three bowls that had a small ball beneath one of them.
I showed the guy a hundred-dollar bill I conjured up, and surprisingly he let play with it after letting touch the three bowls and the ball as if to assure that he wasn’t a scamr. I won the first three rounds, earning real money in their colorful currency.
The first two wins were his attempts to rope in, but from there, I won with just my superior eyesight.
When he wanted to let the ball roll under the little table, I conjured up the sa one, picking it from the ground as if he had just let it fall unintentionally.
The man looked incredulously at the ball I handed him, but he took it and continued because more and more people had co to watch win.
His face grew uglier with every second, and when he started to make eye contact with a few n that were also watching but apparently in cahoots with him while speaking to with words that couldn’t sound more foreign, I already had enough money and left.
I went to the stall and purchased a necklace—it was a braided cord with a stark blue diamond-like thing, whose color was interwoven with a few black strands. As if a black color was poured into the blue, it looked a bit smoky, just perfect.
With the thin cord, one could adjust the height of the little diamond; it could either be a choker or a longer necklace that could be hidden. Similar to a bolo tie, but not as eye-catchingly big.
I would have loved to get sothing with more aning, but I didn’t have stuff like that lying around.
When I finished, I got rid of my clothes and went back to the bathroom, feeling fatigued by the distances I had left behind.
Everything was just as I had left it.
I wiped the bathroom mirror before stepping under the shower, washing any sand I still had on away.
Then, I wrapped a long towel around my hips—long enough to hide the fact that I didn’t have the ankle monitor on because of the cara inside the room—and held the necklace in my hand as I left the room.
"What did you do?" I nearly got jump-scared by Henry, who was waiting behind the door.
"Showering." I said, turning around to him and motioning to the cara with my eyes.
"Co inside." He pulled back into the bathroom again, locking the door.
"Where have you been?"
"Went for a smoke." I said, looking at my fist where the necklace was hidden.
I didn’t really know how to present the collar I had gotten him.
"Kenny!" Henry clapped his hand in front of my face to get my attention, the sound reverberating loudly.
"What exactly did you do?" He looked livid. I buried my face in my free hand, feeling a headache.
"The doctor..."
Henry froze before leaning close to my ear,
"What did you do to him?"
"Killed him." Did I? Or did I not? Maybe I just thought about it so vividly that it felt like I had done it for real.
My head hurts.
"You did?" There was ecstasy and a deep worry in his voice along with disbelief and surprise.
"Are you alright?" Back from the rabid dog to a little pup, his blue eyes stirred into my soul.
"You wanted a collar, so I got you one..." I murmured before looking away—not handing it over imdiately.
"You did?" Henry repeated in a whisper, laced full of anticipation and heartache, before he pressed his forehead against mine.
"Yeah. Close your eyes."
"Yes." He created so distance between us, bending slightly down.
I put the necklace on him before pulling the diamond piece up so that it rested under his Adam’s apple.
It had the sa color as his eyes, simple and not girly.
Just beautiful, like him.
I didn’t tell him to open his eyes, watching the obedient dog as he beca voluntarily restricted by a chain I could use to end him anyti.
Not feeling do anything for a while, he snapped his eyes open, the jewelry making his gaze even more penetrating in this inhuman way that it had already been for so long. It suited him so perfectly that I thought it had already belonged to him, even before either my ability or coincidence allowed to find it.
Much better than what that sick bastard had put on him.
"Beautiful?" He asked , and I chuckled. What else can you say when seeing this picture of godliness?
"Yeah. Breathtaking." So breathtaking that it’d choke anyone who saw it.
Henry’s gaze turned dazed as he leaned in to , before he suddenly straightened up and went to the mirror.
After looking at himself and fiddling with his new collar, he turned around and pulled to him, eting my lips with a fierceness he hadn’t shown before.
He only let go to whisper nonsense before he pressed his lips against mine again, invading possessively.
"I love it, I love it."
"Both of your presents. I love them so much."
"Fuck, I’m hard."
"You make a ss out of ."
"How can you be so damn perfect?"
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