Flip the Coin [BL] Chapter 381. How.dare.you?

I looked at the ponytail and tilted my head, rummaging through my mories with no result.

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked him with furrowed brows, omitting the second question for now, which was, ’If you know who we are, why the fuck are you looking so smug instead of pissing yourself in fear?’

Henry also humd deeply while leaning toward , as if he was also thinking of both of the above-ntioned questions.

Sven sat on the floor in between a bunch of shopping bags, where he had been pushed down, and watched the show unfold while the fat mother hugged her chubby daughter, the latter seeming not in her teenage years but already an adult.

Glancing at their tattoos, I was more than relieved to have gotten mine from professional artists who visited the prison and had not only better skills but also better technology.

Ponytail leaned against the broken door while pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. He really behaved as if he were not only a gang leader and boss but also superior to us.

I was a bit speechless.

"You don’t rember? When you ’saved’ us, you gave crap when I wanted to use the ladder to THEN push us inside another world where we were experinted on!? The worst thing in my life was not the earthquake; it was being saved by you."

Henry chuckled.

"I wish I could say I have never seen soone walking so desperately toward excruciating pain, but that’d be a lie."

Ponytail lit his cigarette, his fingers trembling for a mont when he felt Henry’s killing intent, but then he scoffed.

I patted Henry’s leg to soothe his temper while I tried to rember.

"Ah! The guy who cut in line." I lazily raised the gun at him as I rembered.

He was one of the four hundred we had rescued from the hamster cage, or ’rathole’ as I had called it, though that na would now lead to confusion since we had just discovered a whole new rathole that fit the na better, in which the naked won had been caged.

Back then—it really felt like it had happened a few lives ago—I conjured up a ladder and told everyone clearly that first the elderly, then the kids, then the won, and finally the n could ascend from that shitty place.

I hadn’t fought the giant back then and wasn’t as overpowered as I was now, so maybe that could explain his feeling of superiority.

In the commander’s world where we all landed eventually, they identified either the people they deed corrupted or a doppelgänger and brought them into laboratories to experint on them, while the others were put into their own center or sothing, where my grandma and Henrietta had been to be rescued by Henry.

Well, in the end everybody had been rescued, or Ponytail wouldn’t be here to go psycho and build his own rathole.

"I didn’t cut the line; I just wanted out, and rightfully so! YOU DON’T KNOW HOW IT WAS DOWN THERE!" Ponytail got infuriated and lost a bit of his cool.

I hadn’t recognized him because he had definitely changed his style and seed a bit younger, which was probably because of the cap, as I rembered him as having severe hair loss on top of his head. Additionally, there was no bleach-blond ponytail, and there were no tattoos.

How he recognized us so fast, I don’t really know, as we wore masks; maybe it was because of our body sizes and hair colors or whatever.

Henry broke into stupified laughter while I sighed, addressing Ponytail.

"And this is what you chose to do with your newly gained life?" I grabbed the duct tape on my right and handed it to Henry.

"HOW DARE YOU BELITTLE , YOU LITTLE SHIT!" He let his cigarette fall, and while everyone in the room flinched at his outburst except for Henry and , Henry stood up with a rather aggressive swing and the duct tape in hand while I continued to point the gun at the won.

"EVERYONE STOPS MOVING!" Ponytail yelled, and that was when sothing interesting happened.

The two won who stood at the side, the younger one scared and her mother hugging her while whispering calming words like ’Daddy will solve this; don’t be scared’ stuff, froze in place, and Sven stopped looking between Henry and Ponytail and sat in between the shopping bags just as frozen.

The most obvious change I noticed was Henry, as my whole attention was automatically on him no matter what he did or didn’t do, who stopped in his steps for a second before he looked back at as if he wanted to make sure that I was alright.

Ponytail’s nose started bleeding like hell, which was the last giveaway.

I wouldn’t have even noticed that this guy had used any kind of power if I went by my own symptoms because I had none.

"How dare you?" I chuckled as I heard sothing shatter, break as if soone ramd a knife into a table that was covered by the hardest kind of crystals.

I saw that there was a long tear on the tabletop, albeit the table hadn’t flipped to the giant side. Instead, violet light shone through that tear, but I didn’t give a fuck about what the hell was going on.

Henry had just recovered after I had played with him as if he were my puppet and I his puppeteer.

But my cute little puppy had said the unbelievable: that he liked it when it was who did it; that he wasn’t angry and wouldn’t leave after what I had done; and he evidently showed not an ounce of fear in him since this had happened.

But that was . I HAD RECEIVED PERMISSION TO FUCKING DO THAT, BECAUSE IT WAS .

I had been forgiven because it was and we were special to each other.

Yet now, so fucking redneck fuck dares to attempt to control him?

HIM?

MY DOG, MY PROPERTY, MY PARTNER?

ARE. YOU. KIDDING. ?

COULD THAT BE FORGIVEN???

NO, FUCKING NO WAY IT COULD.

"HOW DARE YOU!" I sprang up and felt the pain of stab wounds penetrating my upper body.

"HOW DARE YOU!" My leg suddenly hurt so much, as if it had been ripped off.

"HOW DARE YOU!" I hissed as I felt my body growing so hot as if my skin were lting.

I didn’t give a shit nevertheless, not fucking at all, not because of the pain, not because of the agonized screams and voices that suddenly reverberated inside my head.

"HOW DARE YOU TRY TO CONTROL HIM???" I was already in front of Ponytail, his nose bleeding heavily as he sank to his knees, quivering like a worm facing a monster.

"Why... why doesn’t it work?" The man breathlessly forced it out, his teeth clattering, his eyes widening in terror, and his whole body blanching.

"Kenny, my love." Henry hugged crushingly from behind like an angel here to save or a demon here to encourage, as he whispered in my ear.

"I am alright; let do the dirty work. I will make him suffer."

"You wanted to control him?" I bent down to Ponytail with Henry not letting go but also not stopping , as I didn’t register anything else besides the fury taking over.

I snaked my hand behind his head, and he scread at the proximity but couldn’t escape because the door was behind him and because he had already psychologically withered away after catching a glimpse of my real superiority.

I grabbed his ponytail and ripped it out, showing it to him, including part of the bloody skin, and reveled under the growing terror and screaming that aligned with the other screams in my head.

The won and Sven still didn’t move while Ponytail, now called Pony because he was without a tail, was bleeding from the back of his head in addition to his nose.

Henry chuckled in my ear, still hanging on as he whispered joyfully,

"Is this another gift for ?"

I heard him sowhat but still couldn’t register his words as I flung Pony’s tail away before pressing my gun in his cheek.

It would be too fast; it felt as if it wasn’t nearly enough.

Although the violet light seed to bring the giant’s power with it, I suppressed it with all my might, for the sa reasons: too fast, too easy.

So I let my gun disappear and put my hands around his neck, choking him slowly.

Pony finally started to fight as if his spirit awoke in a last attempt to survive, bringing his arms up to claw at my hands.

But Henry intercepted while still hugging from behind and acidified both of Pony’s arms so that I could put pressure into my hold without a care in the world.

He continued to squirm, falling in and out of consciousness as he tried to breathe, scream and...not to die.

The spots where his arms had been had been cut so cleanly that the wounds did not bleed; the skin and part of the bone just looked like a burned-out wound as Pony tried to stay alive but slowly suffocated on blood from his nose and my hands around his throat, not to ntion the shock his body went through because of his missing arms.

I made another step into the footsteps of my counterparts by watching soone die slowly by my hands, not minding it one bit, and not feeling any guilt, as this fucker had touched what was mine and only mine.

I watched with a smile hidden under my mask while the pain in my own body intensified and the violet light grew stronger and stronger.

Henry still hung on and pulled his mask up to kiss my neck and pulled my mask away to kiss my cheek.

"See? He is dying slowly and painfully; you have avenged your dog. I~ am~ SO~ excited! Thank you for caring about ~, Kenny, Kenny, my cool and romantic, my most considerate and affectionate Kenny~"

And this ti I beca aware of the voice and words that were smooth and happy, soothing and tender, and that worked like thread stitching back my bleeding wounds, like glue sticking my severed leg in place, like water that doused my blazing skin, and just like darkness devouring the violet light spilling into my mind.