Flip the Coin [BL]

Chapter 496; Ballistic

Henry’s POV

Gayman had angered Kenny too, but circus-wise he received the same treatment as Kenny’s grandmother: locked away in a wagon.

Maybe even better treatment than her.

But these guys have rusty chains around their necks, pulling the carousel forward while controlled.

I tilted my head.

So what could they have done?

I walked to the carousel.

Why do I already have an idea what the reason could be for their treatment to differ so much from the others?

I punched the first closest prisoner to me with as much power as I could muster.

I felt his jaw break under my fist; he was thrown on top of the carousel while I lunged onto him.

I delivered punch after punch in between the plastic horses on the carousel that turned clockwise.

A pity that I didn’t have a knife on me.

When I was finished with him and he slowly suffocated on his blood and teeth, I jumped back down to the ground.

I kicked the guard in his crotch, and he ended up being dragged by the chain around his neck, leaving a bloody trace from the middle of his body.

Before I would continue with the two already down, I went to the next one and broke his nose and eye socket.

After three of five were not pulling the carousel anymore, but hopefully not dead yet, something interesting happened: the carousel had slowed down enough to stand still to then reverse and slowly turn in the opposite direction, counterclockwise.

The two prisoners left, started walking backwards, and I stayed on the carousel to pull on the chain of the fourth little fish until he came close enough for me to slam his head against the edge of the carousel.

However, when I touched his head, everything went dark, and I nearly expected a new round of ’Ladies and Gentlemen...’

Yet instead, I felt damp air around me, heard the sound of water, and saw neon light at the ceiling.

Green tiles, steam, naked men.

Steps came from outside, and next, I saw Kenny in an orange prison uniform with cuffs around his wrists and ankles.

"Kenny..." I whispered, feeling my heart squeeze excruciatingly.

Kenny was uncuffed and brought his bandaged, mangled hands through his hair; at the same time, he secretly let his gaze wander, and I could feel the paranoia thick on him and a certain frenzy.

He opened his orange jumpsuit and stepped out of it, his bare upper body an unfamiliar sight.

Kenny didn’t turn around while undressing, always facing the danger.

I followed him to the back of the running showerheads, and when we stepped under one of them, I shielded him with my body from the others.

I recognized the five men chained to the carousel inside this room, and naturally, I knew what this was about.

’First time showering here...’

With my back to Kenny, I saw the glances from the side; sickening stares were observing his body.

I clenched my jaw and my fists and felt my limbs tremble, begging for me to act.

To KILL them.

Right here, right NOW.

There were, all in all, six guards here, but three left at once, patting the other guard’s shoulder and saying something like, ’Until tomorrow.’

Then the guard from the carousel nodded at the other two guards; one of them left immediately, and the other did so three minutes after him.

’...the ward had turned around.’

One big man who had stepped out from under the showerhead gave the carousel guard a glance, and the other turned around in the most deliberate manner possible.

"You will suffer..." I snarled, promising with all my being that I would bring him more pain than anatomically possible.

’...they attacked me.’

A man closer to us suddenly reached out for Kenny, and even though I stood between them, I was pushed aside as he violently reached for Kenny’s biceps.

And then threw him.

"NO!" I lunged to the side to catch him, but nothing changed from the past, as if I had briefly misstepped on the green-tiled spot he landed on, as if I had barely missed holding onto him.

Now the other three from the carousel circled Kenny.

"No..." My jaws chattered as if my temperature were deathly cold; my body trembled so forcefully that I nearly fell backward, and my head was so dizzy as if I had a high fever.

The one holding him down by his hair snickered, showing him off to the others, one of them touching himself already with lust in his eyes.

I lunged forward and punched him; my fist met flesh, but it didn’t yield to the force I used.

No skin split open, no bones broke; nothing I did made any difference whatsoever.

I let my fist fall weakly and turned around, becoming one of the men surrounding Kenny.

"No..." I whimpered, feeling my eyes water and my heart break at the fact I was obviously aware of one thing: you can’t change the past.

Kenny conjured up his knife, turned his upper body abruptly, and stabbed the man holding onto his hair. Blood gushed out of his stomach, but I couldn’t calm down, shaking as I covered my face, yet looking through my fingers, not averting my gaze from the scene in front of me for even a second.

"HE HAS A KNIFE?" One of the men around him screamed panically, and the other of the two dozen men in the room, who had continued to shower, turned upon hearing that. But in the end, they treated it as if it weren’t their business.

The guard glanced over, but seeing that Kenny was kicked in the stomach, he faced back to the wall.

They turned him around so that his stomach was pressed against the tiled floor.

I forced myself to watch as I had with the giant.

The man from the side had placed his knee on Kenny’s back, but due to how much he thrashed around, the man had to kneel on him with his full body weight while evading the knife aiming at anything.

Kenny continued to fight, managing to crane his neck to see who was behind him, and I followed his gaze to see prisoner number four—the one that had given the guard a glance—step forward.

’Then I saw a big man with a boner coming to me.’

Kenny buckled, and when his upper body was lifted, he slammed his head back against the tiles.

My whole body flinched, but I couldn’t move from the spot, falling to my knees instead.

"Hey, kid!" One of the carousel men, seeing him seemingly choose suicide instead of what they had planned for him, tried to stop him, but when Kenny brought his head down again and again, he backed up.

So did the man kneeling on Kenny, looking to the boss with bewilderment at their victim’s behavior.

But they gathered their wits and tried to bring him back down when he sat up.

And Kenny continued to stab anyone approaching him—arms or hands, legs, feet, everything, and everyone.

’If it weren’t for my ability...’

He managed to jump up, and while the prisoner with an erection walked toward him to deliver a punch, he lunged, not evading but instead taking pain to give it back one thousandfold.

His face was struck, but he managed to grab his boner and cut it off cleanly.

The room filled with blood and howls of pain; the other prisoners looked on in horror, and the guard finally acted.

Kenny’s laughter soon overshadowed the screams, even as he was brought to the floor.

Even when the same bone-cracking sound from inside the plane sounded, or the knife left his hands.

The guard yelled into his walkie-talkie, and the other prisoners either fled the room naked or cursed.

He cuffed Kenny, making him laugh even louder.

"WANNA SEE A MIRACLE? CALL ME YOUR GOD, YOU FUCKERS!"

The knife, the blood, the wounds, and the separated body part disappeared, leaving only scars behind.

What did I say back then? When Kenny told me that one of the guys trying to rape him had turned dickless?

’I’m a bit sad that I am unable to avenge you.’

Thinking back on my words, I leaned forward, prostrated myself, and let go of a long, animalistic scream.

I couldn’t hate myself more for these self-centered words delivered with an arrogant laugh, back then not understanding anything and instead of searching them out and torturing them, spouting empty nonsense.

Darkness engulfed me, and a voice echoed through the circus.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! MAY I PRESENT TO YOU, THE ALMIGHTY... HMMM, IS IT A LION? IS IT A WOLF? IS IT A MONSTER? WHATEVER IT IS, WE ARE PRESENTING HIM EXCLUSIVELY TO YOU! In addition, we have... an ordinary tiger."

Light, "JUMP!", whip, push, fall.

I sprang out of the pool of paper planes and sprinted out of the circus tent, taking the right dirt path, not hearing anything but my blood rushing through my ears.

I grabbed a big hammer from someone on the way, I grabbed a knife that was lying on the counter of one of the vendor booths, and I arrived in front of Ethan, the two poles, and... I eventually arrived at the thin metal chain with the lock on it.

Not remembering how I got here, I tried to focus on the most important.

My weapons fell, and I searched for the numbers inside my foggy brain, trying to get them in with my trembling fingers—trying to force air into my lungs while doing so.

Eventually, the lock fell; I picked up the hammer and the knife and walked towards the men who hadn’t changed from how I left them—one half-dead on the carousel with the unharmed man and two kids.

Two men bleeding from either their faces or their private parts were pulled over the grass by the chains attached to the rotating carousel.

Two unharmed men were walking backward to match the direction of the carousel.

Thinking that these guys liked to rape people, I found the knife with a four-centimeter wide blade and twenty-five-centimeter length very appropriate.

I stepped forward, and everything that happened after that was involuntary and automatic, and it worked, helping me calm the trembling.

And when I was finished, leaving behind only mangled pieces of flesh that trembled pitifully, not resembling a human at all, I felt still dazed but much better.

However, something was still missing.

I sat on the carousel and put down my right hand. Then I lifted the hammer and shattered my wrist, and finally, finally, finally,

I could breathe again.