The Glorification of the Iris LearnedA Chapter by Stephen CaldwellChapter 39: The Glorification of the Iris Learned
He dug his feet in to the pavement as he accelerated to rounding a street corner, taking his stride, uneager to actually to find out what David wanted to see him for. Early evening was leaving and the dark was overtaking the city gently. He started out for David’s side door, choosing to throw wood-chips at his window this time. He didn’t feel like knocking now for some reason. Just before nightfall David finally exited his domain. “Hey Trev.” He said reluctantly “What’s up?” Trevor asked with a deep solemnity. “Well, I’m kind of sick of going to school. I keep failing classes and I don’t know if I should stop and drop out.” He answered. “I don’t think so.” Trevor said. “How will you be able to do anything if you don’t finish. You’d be surprised at the types of work it can make available.” Trevor told him. “yeah, but, I might have to stay another half school year.” “One semester? That s**t will fly by before you know it.” Trevor pressed amusingly. “You’re probably right.” He said apprehensively. Trevor bestowed a look of understanding, David acted coy and looked sort of morose. Trevor decided to leave him alone for a moment, and asked, “What do you know about the Don situation?” David looked confused. “Have you had any altercations with your powers again?” This time a look of disbelief. Trevor was astonished. “Don’t you remember when you pushed your sister? It was sometime last year?” Trevor read his expression as something had added up inside his mind. Not a second too soon. He eventually spit something out. “Is… is this what’s going on?” “I thought you would’ve understood by now. At least to some extent.” “I guess the shock… or denial allowed me to push it from my brain.” Trevor stood bruskly. “Mmm… that or you don’t have any. I haven’t seen you use the power at all. You only told me about it.” David stood stark and disoriented. “What does it require to get such power?” He posed. “It’s not a matter of getting. YOU already have it.” “What do you mean I?" he asked. “Don already converged whatever power you held to you. That one night we got drunk and walked up the road. It knocked you out cold.” “What!? How can that… what… what can I do?” David mumbled. Then Trev thought for a bit, he was interrupted by David who had an admission “I can’t stand the way things are going with me. And this new… What? A um…. Phenomena… has me biting at the bit to know what we can do. So what can you tell me now?” “I’m glad to see you’re on board with this. I have to have you anyway. What it is…. Well, it’s tied demon lords power are mine are a bait & switch for a change and restoration in hell and on earth. My presider, I’m gonna call him is on the top level. Not necessarily meaning the top dog… but, I’m very powerful now already.” Trevor hesitated after this long-winded explanation. “So… I have a presider? As well as power. And Don gave them to me?” “Apparently he can dole out all of them… actually, I don’t know that. He gave me amulets that are gonna have to go to other people. Jamie must’ve gotten his powers by now though latent, he shouldn’t have any clue or how to use them.” “Wow. So what would mine be? Do you have an amulet for me? Who is my presider?” “I’d have to say you have some kind of energy shot. Like me. I use energy to heal and kill. You might contain more than one type of usage for them. Like I said, you pushed your sister without touching her. If you remember that, you told me in the lounge at school one day. So this is what I presume. I’ve got no way of knowing your presider, and I do have the amulets.” “How many are there?” he asked another question. Trevor didn’t care. He was getting somewhere, some lee-way in this madness pressuring him for so long. “Seven.” “So there are seven people. Four other’s with Jamie. I don’t have Jamie currently. But, he is a phone call away. I’d like to consider him on stand-by.” David looked puzzled. Trevor was getting perplexed by all this. Gathering the way things were, formulaic almost. To something that didn’t, or didn’t yet, make sense. “So do you remember? Do you remember the night drinking on my porch?” “I do remember that!” he exclaimed. Like something had turned on in his head. “I’m not sure if I can make you understand this… I don’t myself, but there’s a way of telling who the others are. That’s the most I know. We activated it that night.” He elaborated. “Okay, how do I use my powers?” he asked calmly. “I’m no sh…” “Tell me now! Show me!” he commanded shaking in an eager manner. “Okay, okay. Hold up. Let me concentrate real fast.” He said. Dawdling some. “Wait..” he stopped. “Let’s get the amulets.” David concurred. © 2017 Stephen Caldwell |
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Added on December 22, 2016 Last Updated on March 6, 2017 AuthorStephen CaldwellConcord, NCAboutMusician. Writer. Humble. Tattooed. Loving. Hating. Human. more..Writing
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