60. Future

Palm, black, correct future of Ethan Hendricks. Eyes and ears uncovered.

A man with glasses holds a black orb in his hands, which shines strangely. He is in the middle of a wasteland, garbage all around him. In the sky are neither sun nor moon, neither day nor night. The world consists of nothing but garbage.

"I had meant to ask you before… Are you in a romantic relationship with the vice-chief?" He asks a man that stands across from him, who has his hair is cut short; tattoos over his arms up to his neck, and with his hands in his pockets, he stands there lazily, snapping his head to him after hearing these words, grinning.

"Have I just heard you calling me gay, you fucker?" His red eyes shine with excitement, the excitement to kill. 

"I would never dare to. Chief." The man with the glasses crushes the dark orb in his hands and bows his head deeply.

Coming back, I gripped his hand and continued to flip the coin, but neither when revealing it at the back of my hand, nor on my palm, would it turn black again. Just useless gold, with was of the past.

A heavy blow struck my head.

"HAVE YOU LOST IT COMPLETELY? STOP THAT INDECENT BEHAVIOR THIS INSTANT!" My grandmother screeched with all her might, her walking stick coming down on me again.

Letting go of Ethan's hand, who looked at me strangely, I felt my nose bleed strongly, my vision blurring. That was....a faraway future. Really far.

I met my grandmother's eyes in confusion, the blood from my nose not dripping but flowing. Black dots appeared in my sight, only seeing her eyes changing.

"GET A DOCTOR NOW!"

I fell to the floor, and my body started to tremble. I think I have overused my ability. I think I saw something I shouldn't have seen. I think it is true.

The motherfucker was right.

The world was going to end.

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"IF HE DIES, I WILL BURY EVERY ONE OF YOU WITH HIM!" 

"Madam, you really have to leave…"

"SOLIDARITY CONFINEMENT WITHOUT THE POSSIBILITY TO LEAVE THE ROOM? NO WONDER HE BREAKS DOWN! YOU WILL ALL DIE, I WILL KILL YOU!"

"…. He injured his fellow prisoners heavily...."

"WHERE IS THE EVIDENCE? GIVE ME EVIDENCE! DO YOU THINK MY HUSBAND DIED OF A HEART-ATTACK? IT WAS ME WHO CURSED HIM!" Her voice lowered threateningly.

"…. Ma'am please…"

"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? DO YOUR JOB! DO YOU WANT ME TO CURSE YOU?"

"You hag…" I mumbled in a daze, while the evil spirit didn't even hear me.

"YOU WANT TO DRAG AN OLD LADY OUT? MY BONES ARE OUT OF GLASS! TOUCH ME ONCE AND YOU WILL STAY INSIDE HERE YOURSELF!!!"

"GRANDMA!" I yelled, having the headache of my life.

Opening my eyes, I saw four guards surrounding the mummy, who was apparently going berserk. There was one single strand of her hair that stood away; otherwise, she was still flawless. But her walking stick was raised threateningly. The doctor and needle-nurse were beside me, helpless.

My grandmother's foggy eyes looked at me for a bit, as she caught her breath, before snorting.

"You wimp. Just a bit of nosebleed, and you break down like a little girl. You are nothing more than an embarrassment to me." Turning, she grabbed the arm of a guard and pointed at the exit. She was escorted away, and this farce ended.

I laughed before I remembered the most important and yelled after her,

"GO AND BUY A BUNKER; THE WORLD IS GONNA END!"

I just heard her cursing me from outside the corridor, making me unsure if she was too dementia-ridden to understand a simple sentence. It wasn't like she would die; it was clear that she was invincible herself, or she wouldn't have made it this far.

Everyone in the room stared at me, and I waved at them with a smile. Seeing them lower their heads, I was left satisfied.

The doctor finally got himself together and came to check my eyes, looking at my overall state. The moment he touched me, I flipped the coin. 

When the guards came to bring me back, I did so as well; no skin-to-skin contact was needed; when they grabbed my arms inside the prison uniform, it was enough for me.

The coin never turned black again, the future hiding itself. And simultaneously, I felt my strength waning rapidly. 

Not so overpowered, hm?

But overpowered enough. Enough to see myself in what I would guess is a few years from now. Overpowered enough that I could tell that the world was going to end. Overpowered enough to see myself not only being free from prison, but also being the 'Chief' of whatever.

The tattoos looked really cool. What concerns me is the gay factor, though my older self denied it; however, I could still not say if the future was fixed or if I could change it.

At the end of the day, nothing of this was important; only the world coming to an end was. I was still not in a state where I wished for humanity to die. One Henry and one Henrietta were enough. 

But there was not a thing I could do. Apocalypse or not, new parallel worlds that crashed with ours or not, new monsters or not, who would ask a convicted murderer?

And even if I got to convince someone high standing outside, with flipping the coin and proving my ability, what could they do? What could anybody do?

What exactly would even happen?

I will just have to try to get new information, flipping the coin every time I have the chance to.

However. I am giddy; I am excited. The part of me that had snapped, had been defamed, and had been thrown into prison couldn't wait to see the future my nemesis had spoken of.

The future where I would become a chief and have currently 'free' people like this attorney guy bow to me.

Ah, this new red-eyed me just can't wait to see what surprises there are waiting for me.