Flip the Coin [BL] Chapter 316. The first

Before I could see more, I was pulled away, landing on the ground, or better said, on Henry, the woman holding the corpse looking at us startled.

"KENNY!" He pressed his hand against my heart, his breathing irregular, his own heart beating like a drum.

I turned to him, and he clutched my jaw, his other hand still feeling for my heartbeat.

"What is going on?" The commander, standing not far away, ca to us.

"WHY DID YOU TOUCH HIM? TOUCH HER!" Henry snarled in my ear.

"Oh... right." I mumbled, dazed from being yanked away so suddenly. Given that I see my visions always during a span of seconds for the people in the present, Henry should have instantly grabbed the mont I touched the corpse’s arm.

"But I only looked in the past," I said.

"I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT!" His hand still pressed against my chest, as if he couldn’t regain assurance by just feeling that my heart still beat, contrary to the morgue back then, where I went into cardiac arrest from flipping the coin on Henrietta’s corpse.

The commander reached out his hand to help away from Henry, but I glared at him, so he sighed and walked to one of the survivors who was hiding, motioning for the Birthmark to follow him as he tried to communicate with them.

"I am alright." I patted Henry’s hand on my chest, but he didn’t let go; instead, he laughed angrily.

"Good, I am not." He let himself fall backward, lying on the ground with on him.

"Sorry."

"Yes, you better be."

"What are the Wernicke’s area and Broca’s area?" The two words told sothing, but for the love of God, I couldn’t rember where I had heard about them.

"I don’t give a fuck." Henry was furious, taking deep breaths, trying to calm down when he thought of sothing.

"The book about the brain, the center library," he said.

"The one about the pineal gland?" I asked and conjured it up at the sa ti.

While lying on Henry, I flipped through the pages until I found the drawing of a brain.

"There." Henry pointed at the description under the drawing, little numbers indicating which brain areas were ant. The description wasn’t much, but the two areas were described as areas for ’interpretation and building of speech.’

Henry chuckled, connecting the dots on his own.

"I already found the language the woman spoke to be strange, but I thought it was because she was screaming and crying."

"What ssed-up shit is going on here?" I asked when I heard the commander clear his throat loudly.

"Stand up." He said, having apparently returned from speaking with the survivors.

I sighed and patted Henry’s hand above my chest until he let go under curses, and I could stand up again.

Birthmark stood beside the commander.

"I don’t know the language they are speaking, nor do I understand it."

"Mhm... So what was the idea behind throwing an average of people into a parallel world, their brain areas for language destroyed or manipulated?"

I looked at Henry, who was hugging from behind, his hand again on my chest to feel my heartbeat.

"Testing what a parallel world does to them? But why the language issue?" I asked him. If they wanted to test, they could test it on the four hundred survivors we had already brought back ho.

"Hmm... so that they won’t interact with each other? Talking about their experience and falsifying the results?" Henry replied, much calr again, his deep voice making shudder at the close proximity.

"So that they won’t ever speak about what they’ve seen? But can they still write it down?" I conjured up a paper and pen, using the book as a table to write down a few sentences.

"Show that to a few survivors and give them the pen to write back if they can." I handed what I held to Birthmark, who nodded and walked away again, the commander following after him.

"How did they co here intentionally in the first place?" Henry asked .

"It was definitely intentional. I saw them in a laboratory, but I didn’t see anyone I recognized, though. Henrietta?" I asked him and saw him clench his jaw.

"If they used her for things like this instead of closing the portals, they haven’t understood a thing."

"Fuck. Our world is dood." If nobody is cooperating, what the heck should we do? Kill off everyone who is behaving stupidly?

If we do that, are we ever going to finish with the killings?

What about the portal tomorrow? I was so distracted by Henry pulling out of the vision that the air I couldn’t breathe in ca to naturally.

How dare I forget even for a second that soone was waiting for ?

I grabbed Henry’s hand and flipped the coin with the resolution that I wouldn’t let go until this portal tomorrow was where it should be.

And I saw it. I saw the vision again, yet the number of survivors had increased, and the portal had moved. The crystalline forest had lded together with a real forest, nature again present.

What remained the sa were the crystalline figures, or maybe not, because they had multiplied as well, but just like last ti, they did not attempt to walk to the portal.

The mont the portal opened, I was again thrown out of the vision.

"Nothing changes." I said to Henry, as well as to the commander and Birthmark, who had co back.

They gave the book, the paper, and the pen back. I saw the first sentence I had written down: ’Do you understand what I am writing? Follow us, and we will bring you ho.’

"Nothing changes; the portal will open tomorrow." I repeated to the commander, while Birthmark stood by with dark faces, also looking at the paper.

Under the sentence I had written were a few others, if you could call them sentences.

A few lines with strange ups and downs; soone wrote sothing that nearly seed adequate, as if it were because of that I didn’t understand it, but in the end, none of the people could convey what they wanted to express.

"They don’t want information on parallel worlds; they solely want their bodies’ data," I said solemnly.

"Then they would co back to pick them up, wouldn’t they?" Henry asked.

"True. And we have a portal that will open, just that it isn’t where they want it to be, because it leads to a trafficked street. Nothing of this makes sense." I put the paper, the book, and the pen back to the past and conjured up the enveloped present Henry had given for the commander.

"From your counterpart." I told him, and he took it, reading through it before looking at Henry, who still hugged from behind.

"Alright." He said to him, Henry not reacting since he didn’t even know what his future self had written.

I conjured up a big white cardboard and more pens and crouched down to draw a house in the simplest way possible: a red roof and green grass.

Henry followed my movents and half lay on while he crouched down behind , hugging and being annoyingly sticky, yet I didn’t say anything.

Then I conjured up a branch and tape, making a sign that showed the house.

I let Henry pull up and gave it to the commander.

"Walk around with that sign; maybe they’ll understand that we bring them ho, maybe they won’t." I conjured up the sa sign again, giving it to Birthmark before I conjured up about a hundred bottles of water, along with burgers, apples, and the like, letting them appear on the ground.

"We will leave in half an hour. Everyone who isn’t following will be left behind." I announced, feeling Henry squeezing from behind in support.

The many eyes around us turned more piercing, but nobody stepped forward to take a drink until the deathly silent woman stood up, letting go of the dead bald man to take a water bottle.

Only then, step by step, did others co to take food or water, with the commander and Birthmark running around and showing the sign I made.

I watched them until I saw soone in the distance making his way to us.

"Finally." I had that feeling the mont I spotted the figure, and I felt a strong longing for the first one—the first of my counterparts who hadn’t beaten or murdered anyone.

The first innocent .