Faint Demoniac

Chapter 36: Faint Demoniac

 

 

 

           

Trevor walked out to the front of the house. Not a soul or sound, but he did feel kind of woozy for a dozen feet or so. Probably the beer. Not a concern. He pried his car door out into the street, flinging up the console to get a cigarette. He’d gotten a few loose ones when he got the beers. He brushed the seat and snaked his arm out closing the metal panel that sealed the red motor transportation machine. As he brought the cigarette up to his mouth he saw another vehicle stopped there. He didn’t move. Trevor didn’t see anyone, he must’ve been rustling around in the compartment too loudly. But, not long enough to warrant missing something of this ambiguity. He crept towards it. The car sat black and shaded. Technically, it was parked in front of the next house over. Not idly enough to lower his suspicion though. He hated these moments. Backing off was the most prominent instinct. Not a sound to be heard. No curiosity too great for the teenager with the power to kill. For once, he took solace in his abilities. It was crazy though, he froze the scene with a blink, not a second though to doing so. He panned the direction of the car and the yard and the house, nothing there. Trevor meant to turn around, but forgot he couldn’t move. His eyes instead went up and caught something he missed before. A silhouette hovering in the partings of the bough of a tree over-hanging the street.
            Trevor could only see in gray, but he could clearly discern the shape of boots and an outfit. The face itself was a blank blackness with no features. “Don?” Trevor said to himself. He didn’t know what to do. Braking the hold could mean death. Although, it did seem to be holding whomever back for the time being. “I’ll just get in my car…” Trevor advised himself. He flashed off time-stop and ran to jump in the front seat. It worked. Not a thing ambushed or hit him in any way before he closed the door. He tossed the cigarette down in panic as soon as he turned around. Bustling away. Igniting the ignition and hoping to go, he lurched forward and the tires scraped the street. Along with something else. He was afraid to look back. Out of his mind with fear, he stepped at the gas-peddle more, turning to the back window as he did. Though he’d told himself he wouldn’t. There was nothing there. Baffled and incomprehensible. Something was discontinuing his movement. He couldn’t allow that. He stamped on the brake and cut it into reverse and let go. The car bucked and rolled back. Then Trevor shifted into drive and got away, all the way to his house. Ramming the car door open as he got out. He didn’t even bother to get anything he’d put in there out. Just fled inside and locked the door. “Shhh…” Trevor told himself as he placed himself in a safe place in the house. Five minutes came and went, then another. In fifteen, he heard banging on the car outside. As if it was being knocked around reasonably by someone or something strong. Like an Olympic weightlifter strong. But, very assorted and violent.

            It all went silent, he could hear crickets in the back yard. The night never felt so… dead. It bargained his brain that he shouldn’t go back out and stay out of sight for the remainder of it. Brazened by all of this, he staggered to the hallway. Unsure of where to put himself, he walked into the bathroom on impulse and kept the lights off. Trevor shoaled against the wall by the rim of the tub. No noise to be heard. But, he waited for longer. Trying to piece this into the scheme of things, Trevor guessed it must’ve been a third demonic creature, one whose form couldn’t be seen by the naked eye. No. Apparently it could levitate and move at will, undetected. Not too slim in frame, and wrapped in cloth down to its knees. Trevor could remember avidly the blank face in his still-frame sight. It was like he was identifying something unrecognizable. In his mind, he’d already pegged it as floating wispy. Trevor came to notice he’d been crouched in the pitch black of the bathroom for over half an hour, maybe several minutes later. Nothing had alerted him since, and he was bothered that he might be hiding from no further danger for now. Besides, he had a locked door and a defense mechanism that would blow anything away. He crept out and back to his room, slithering into his bed without hesitation.

           

Underneath the covers he lay. Eyes closed, in the dark. Huddling to one side of the bed for about twenty minutes he stayed awake, it was all quiet. Then, on notice of a large object hitting the tree outside his room and the collision shaking it for an unnatural amount of time. Not to mention, it broke branches and something sounded like it’d separated afterword. Something was in the tree, and all he could think to do was isolate on the other side of a wall and a window for tonight. Trevor wagered on the surety being that he could avoid transposing through walls. That it was not the one horrible, force that tried to end him one year ago.