Henry squeezed to himself, and I swallowed my murderous thoughts directed at the commander—for now.
"Should we take him out or leave him behind?" Henry leaned down and murmured in my ear.
I don’t think he talked quietly enough for the commander not to hear him.
"No. As long as he behaves, everything is fine." I said, in the sa volu.
I can’t kill him anyway because he has a wife and children, and it would further make the sa as my counterparts.
Flipping the coin for directions, I watched as the hands covering the woman retreated more and more while we walked in silence, the commander eventually noticing Henry and my collective annoyance, falling back again.
I warned the others by raising a hand when we heard a few noises not far away; everyone started to slow their steps.
It sounded like a fight.
"Fuck!" A voice ahead cursed; it was an awfully familiar voice.
This can’t be true.
I felt a vein pop and looked at Henry, seeing him nodding.
"Wait here," I told the others, and picked up speed together with Henry.
We soon arrived in an open space on a crystalline hill.
Kenny2, with a bloody mouth, faced a little girl and her crystalline counterpart.
I instantly noticed that his eyes had beco redder than before, and I saw him conjure up a baseball bat out of thin air.
That fucker had clearly upgraded as well.
He stepped forward to attack the girl and her counterpart when I teleported in front of him and punched him in the face.
"You fucking imbecile! A girl? You are attacking a little girl?" I tried to suppress the mory of myself not only fighting a similar young girl but also shooting her.
"Oh?" Kenny2 fell on the ground and groaned; however, when he recognized , his eyes lit up instantly.
"My buddy with the red eyes!" He laughed before pointing at his own.
"Look! I got them as well."
So it was really Kenny2 and not so of my other depraved counterparts.
I conjured up the hamr and swung it at one of his knees; Kenny2 was left unable to react fast enough to evade my attack.
Next, I smashed one of his hands while Henry held him down.
"Dissolve his other hand; he won’t need it anymore." Should I kill him? I know I should, but I don’t want to add to the giant’s collection of dead counterparts.
I hear Kenny2’s excruciating screams, which nearly made dissociate, seeing myself wriggle in pain so much he even wet himself—I am not even comnting on that anymore; apparently, everyone does it, so I had long moved on.
No. Even if I don’t kill him, the link between us has already been established, and the mont he dies, I am punished with his mories anyway.
Fuck.
"Henry." I looked at him while he looked up at .
"Do it." He nodded, seemingly understanding what I intended to do.
"YOU FUCKER! HOW THE FUCK? WHAT IS THIS??! AAAHHHH!!!!" Kenny2 looked at his wrist, the hand missing, as he cried more and more, shaking and trembling as his body tried to cope with shock and pain.
This fucker had done enough bad, and he won’t change his ways. There is enough reason to do it. He killed Henrietta 2, though what he had done could be understood as a rcy killing. But he also killed Haruka.
"You are not the giant, and you are not like him." Henry said, motioning at Kenny2.
Fuck.
I raised my hamr.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? NO, NO! WE ARE THE SA! YOU CAN’T KILL !" Not only did Kenny2’s screams reverberate through the vicinity as he stared in terror at the hamr, making a ’throwing’ motion with his crushed hand as if he wanted to conjure sothing up—unsuccessfully—but I also heard pleas and cries of a few n in my mind, accompanied by soone screaming the word ’MONSTER’ again and again.
There was no reason to hesitate.
"STOP!" the commander yelled, he and the others arriving on the crystalline hill.
"Do it." Henry said stoically, holding my gaze in companionship, which reminded of the ti we slit our throats while looking at each other as I brought the hamr down on my counterpart, smashing Kenny2’s head.
It was over with the most disgusting sound I had ever heard, more disgusting than when I conjured up a dead body on the dead planet and ripped his face off to see what was inside.
I took a deep, audible breath, and like the giant in my dreams, I felt sothing entering, a current streaming through , as I received mories, emotions, and experiences of my counterpart.
I see a life where ’my’ mother didn’t drown, not because ’I’ warned her successfully but because of a dumb simple reason like the weather turning too bad for going to the sea.
’My’ parents divorced a few years later but remained good friends, and we had family dinners each weekend.
’My’ brother Steven remained my little sidekick, though he is older than , as we did crap together, becoming more unruly, while my sister, Lauren, moved out with my dad.
’I’ had never stopped flipping the coin, not having any fear of looking into the future, which I did constantly for my own gain, for good grades, for getting girls, for everything that would make a person I wasn’t.
And I still flip the coin on parties, but only looking into their past, not disclosing what I really was able to do.
Then it happened; while I had everything and was playing hard, a girl entered my life.
Timid and cute, sohow I felt an instant connection to her.
She asked for help, and I gave her the help. Later, she even told that she was hearing her own voice and crap like that.
We got together, we fell in love; everything was fine until I saw her talking to my teacher.
That was the first ti I felt real paranoia creeping up and consuming .
Why was she talking to my teacher? Was he suspecting of cheating on my grades? Was he telling her his suspicion?
Would the little cardhouse I had built co crashing down, and that in front of her?
When I confronted her, she just timidly praised for my grades, and that was the mont my hand slipped for the first ti because I thought she was mocking ; I felt she was mocking .
Because I knew she was mocking .
She cried, I apologized, and she forgave .
Then everything was fine until I saw her talking to so nerd, flirting with him.
That was the second ti, and from then on, I saw her giving more and more reasons for my hand to slip, knowing that she would leave , knowing that she saw right through .
It was getting more difficult to earn her forgiveness—her real forgiveness—as she started only to say she forgave but didn’t dare to look at , lying like a broken doll on the bed when we did it.
Fine. Let’s see how long you can behave like a quiet mouse.
Where is the sweet, funny girl that was so in love with ?
Co back to .
Look at .
But it spiraled out of control—the more I tornted her, the less she liked , and although the reason was obvious, I always felt it was because of sothing else—that she was playing with .
And that was when she started to threaten with her brother, with explicit videos or pictures I took of her, things she maybe felt a bit uncomfortable with but did anyway.
She suddenly turned it as if I had been forcing her the whole ti—which really wasn’t the case.
Not at the beginning.
And then, she disappeared.
Rumors started to float, including a website appearing.
There, my ’abuse’ of her was laid out—text ssages were released, voice ssages—everything.
Everyone was sure that it had been ; everyone turned against .
And I was sure that it was her brother who was behind that site.
I confronted him, but he just smiled at , and we fought hard.
My mother didn’t smile at anymore, the suspicion evident on her face.
Henrietta’s parents ca accusing her, accusing , and begging for their daughter’s body; a whole shitshow was taking place.
Before I could prove my innocence, I woke up in a forest, with that damn bitch near .
"Have you been here the whole ti? Are you happy now???" I walked over to her lying on the ground.
She made awful sounds, and I saw a bit of blood near her head, but only after cursing her out and kicking her in the side did I truly understand that she was at death’s door.
"What is wrong with you, baby?" I asked her, then saw that she was intending to leave again.
And that she was suffering.
I looked around, and there was no one near us; hell, I didn’t even know where I was.
I wanted to leave, losing my nerve and thinking soone had set up.
"Are you in on this? Going as far as to die just to fra ?"
She clutched onto the leg of my pants, hindering from going away.
"What do you want to do?" I growled at her before falling to my knees and clutching her hand.
Even though she was a bit taller, she had slightly smaller hands than , and they were cold.
They were ice cold.
I looked at her and listened to the horrible gurgling she made.
Then, I placed my hands around her neck.
"Everything is fine, baby. It won’t take any longer." I said, tightening my hold around her throat.
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