I dragged Henry to the place where we smashed the skinny guy and his friends because I desperately needed a cigarette.
Again, he didn’t talk, apparently knowing when to speak or not, but that also ant he would also speak, knowing when it was unwanted, like when he deliberately annoyed .
But now he wasn’t annoying at all. Just a silent big dog guarding his owner—the one with the ssed-up head.
I thought it would help to go under hypnosis, but instead, I was greeted by tears and, not long after that, with paranoia.
Why the hell is nothing working in my favor?
And now I am hearing the man screaming again, far away this ti, but I knew it was just my head playing gas on .
I am losing myself, and I am terrified because one can see what is at the end of the road when one looks at my depraved counterparts.
When we pushed the door open, which had been left ajar by a brick, and stood on the grass, I conjured up two cigarettes, giving one to Henry, who took it.
A bit calr with a smoke at hand, I told him.
"I can hear the screams again, right now—I hear the man screaming."
Henry had let go of and stood by my side, taking a drag.
"There is no one screaming."
"I know." I chuckled.
"I am losing it, and I have no idea how to stop it."
"What did you see during the hypnosis?—Wait." Henry asked before stopping himself. He took off his smartwatch and asked for mine before walking a few ters away and burying them while he had the cigarette in his mouth.
When he ca back, I conjured up a water bottle for him to wash his hands.
"mories of the Giant. He was a normal human at the beginning." I didn’t care anymore if Henry could piece it together, though my eyes still wandered to him, looking for his reaction.
There was no special reaction, no shock or anything, while he washed his hands. No condemnation, no contemplation.
Nothing was pieced together, not even a sign of an attempt to do so.
Just him, busy washing his hands and then drying them with a conjured towel, as his blue eyes t mine through the smoke, just him waiting for more information.
I put the towel away and continued.
"The mory I saw was of his childhood. A child clearly suffering from severe depression, and that without any visible reason." I am so sick of this damn giant, so I changed the topic directly.
"When I touched the doctor, I saw her talking with her grandfather. They have so prophet on their side who told them about the 400 otherworlders that would arrive."
I broke into a fit of laughter.
"So they built this center to house them, wanting to influence these otherworldly beings and ’bring them to their side.’"
"Who is this prophet?" He asked .
"No idea; not ." I shrugged.
"Are you still hearing the screams?"
I looked up and tilted my head.
"No..."
"Kenny. Your ability and your dreams, together with the mories from the giants, as well as all the traumatic shit you went through, are all coming together. It wouldn’t be strange if your mind got damaged. You can’t expect to get better like this." He raised a hand and snapped his fingers.
Damn, don’t talk about being a wreck while you stand there and look so cool.
"Yeah. I am just a tiny, teeny bit impatient." I nodded.
"Just take a rest for now, and take it as it cos. If you see or hear sothing that is not there, tell , and we’ll think about it together."
"Okay. Let’s try this." I nodded.
"Did you get another clue about the guy screaming?" He tapped his cigarette, and I watched the ash fall.
"I constantly dream about these crystal people, the parallel world closest to us."
Henry looked at reproachfully.
"Why didn’t you tell ?"
"...I don’t know." There was no reason to tell or not to tell.
"Anyway, in my last dream, the screams happened while I was with my crystal counterpart, and—"
"What do you an by that? Why were you with your counterpart?" Henry interrupted, so I had to explain that I was always dreaming that my counterpart was in front of in this crystalline world.
I also explained that their actions were always either mirroring their opponent or doing the opposite.
"Does that an if we don’t attack them, they won’t do anything?" Henry thought for a mont before asking , and I shrugged.
"Seems like it."
"I looked through the commander’s files when we were in that world; they naturally have far more worlds that had crashed into theirs than we do. Most of the other world’s occupants they encountered were peaceful, not even crossing the portal."
I chuckled mockingly.
"And how did the commander and his people handle these peaceful occupants?"
I already knew.
"They killed them. And after killing them, the portal closed again within a few hours."
I nodded. Would you look at this? We gathered the sa information, just through different ans. I, through my counterpart, and Henry through his.
"So what does your dream have to do with the screams?" Henry asked.
"Ah. The screams showed up in my dream. I asked my counterpart if he was the one screaming, and strangely, he pointed to a room that then materialized out of crystals."
"How did this room look? Did you recognize it?" Henry had not finished his questions when a sudden pain pierced my head.
The headache was so strong that it nearly forced to my knees.
"Kenny?!" Henry dropped his cigarette and grabbed my shoulders, helping stand.
Naturally, I had recognized the room, similar to a prison cell.
How could I not recognize the tal table with the paper on it when it hasn’t been long since I had teleported there?
How could I forget the room where I broke Dr. Carell’s neck?
"It can’t be him... there were no screams." I said, my headache pounding.
"There were no screams." I repeated.
I had gone there to avenge my dog, to get rid of soone cutting people open without a second thought. I just threw the trash away because Henry had already gotten his revenge himself.
Just executing soone who touched what was mine, what was precious to .
There were no screams because there was no need to tornt soone who had already been tornted, soone whose existence would soon be erased anyway.
Just a short, simple mont in which I broke his neck.
He didn’t suffer.
There were no screams.
There...
There couldn’t have been screams.
I may be losing my mind but... not to this extent...
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right?
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