The Incubation

Chapter 20: The Incubation

 

           

 

 

Monday; like a part of the early hours wanted him to fall back asleep, but, no he rose with a bad disposition only to feel better as he headed in to take a shower. It was a warm, soggy morning. As he took to the school bus Trevor mostly rode it was unavoidable. The bustling along, he looked around, and not many were riding. Though the ones that did were the same as originally there, he stared at the faces of those for a moment. None really spoke to each other, an occasionally whisper of blahblah work done or blahblah muttering under their breath. It was funny. He knew the field trip wasn’t today. Which was probably why he felt so down, something like the opposite of a calm-before-the-storm effect. Aversely, it was nice to know it wouldn’t be stressful. He really didn’t like being here today. So he packed his bag and headed for the cafeteria after stuffing his music in. He sat in the lunch room almost up till the first class had almost begun. While there, he drew pictures of dumb things while taking notes he would not even be tested on. Despite taking art classes he wasn’t much of an artist what-so-ever. However, this wasn’t the issue. He was inanely bored. He wasn’t even sure why he took this class for the sake of credit or so it goes. Walking into the cooking class David was in after the bell rang for no reason really. Trying to set up a ride with him afterschool, possibly. They didn’t say much on the ride home, though heading there expeditiously. Listening to whatever was on the radio. But, in all seriousness it was quite loathsome. Trevor had his license, but never had anything good to do. “You know we will have to take some people out right?” Trevor semi-consciously said to him. “What?”

                “Oh… did I say that out loud?” he shuddered. “What did you just say?”

            “I said that when the time is right we’ll have to eliminate some people.”

            “Is that what Don said?”

            “Oh, so you know who he is now?” Trevor asked menacingly. “What do you mean? I met him thrice now.”

            “It’s what we’ll have to do in exchange for power.” He relinquished. “But, won’t that be a crime?”

                “Not if the opponent is a demon, and our powers. Sorry.”

            “What the f**k? Are you being for real?”

            “They’d be coming at us anyway.” Trevor said, implying the answer to his last question. “It’s just the way it works.”

            “and who might they be… ?” he asked a second question. “I dunno. But, I know they’re demons or something like that.. Evil beings.”

            “Pardon me now?” he said. “You’re pardoned.” said Trevor jokingly. “You little f****r.” He went with a smile. “I’m down for anything, or, up. Whichever way you say it.”

            “What have you?”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

 

            Inside he was feeling a bit unsure of himself. When he got home he unbuckled his belt and went to the bathroom. He could not stand looking at himself at this time. An abundance of tasks had drained him properly. He thought he better get to sleep, but first a good idea to relax and take away the edge by release. Nothing else summed up that day. He got up at ten p.m. Feeling unclean. Looking around, freaking out about how to get out. Not knowing what to do for the time being, he opened the closet door and then closed it. Testing it for thorough durability, then checked around his house. His dad wasn’t home, mom was asleep. Picking up the amulet he thought was his and moronically asked what it was doing. “I need to speak to you.” The surety that no call back was commencing was confirmed. He didn’t hesitate to fiddle around with it, he was getting used to this. He needed pointers on powers, but definitely wasn’t getting any. For instance, if he could heal himself indefinitely as long as he had energy then couldn’t he be more than likely something close to invincible? He was reluctant. But, looked at his hands and said a word of encouragement. “Right.”

            One time only did he fixate on trying to help himself be stronger. If these were his gifts then oddly enough he realized that they pretty much held the facets of life and death. This was what was in his hands. For time had been racing, a lot like the hours, his powers would flow directly through the body and mind and be released through in increments. Though not sure what those were, it wasn’t really a matter of great intrigue. He’d gained all he needed from whatever source it’d come from. Trevor was a mobile package of destruction, and he had the likelihood of using them and the resources to do so. So for now, the possibility of invasion was slight but still modal. He wasn’t going to let that falter his path.