A Trade of Infliction

Chapter 42: A Trade of Infliction

 

 

 

 

            Gradually over the upcoming seconds, Trevor became aware of the impending change in the compression of them. The unbinding of time itself from a standing non-moving but non-stop place. “Would be troublesome.”

Trevor pitched himself to the left when turning around and running that way. He understood that if he did take a hit, he would likely face paralysis, wounding, or quick death. He got up, shifting his speed to match the street-side for the distance to the target area. The front porch was forty meters away. Not that far, but a lot of room at the same time. The under source of his energy not in use, with the necklace on. It took one minute to get over there. Out of the street’s line of pavement, Trevor stomped through the front yard, carefully placing his shoe on the raised sections of it.  He was stepping up the porch steps when he halted. Lined up with the bannister support reach up ahead of him, the instinction to reach the door then look back to him. Like the fact that it was four in the morning.  Trevor felt like he was late in the crisp summer air in the nighttime. Like he were about to be scolded if he went in, but needed to come in also, the urge sieged within him while he tried to get the door open. It was locked. The horror passed through him like the wall that stood between him and safety of his house. He became wrought and seeked solace. He let go of the handle and spun around. Looking out at his yard and wincing…

“What? Why am I?” There was a lack of feeling, pain or otherwise, that was already underway. Trevor’s right shoulder became number and slack. He could not lift his right hand to shield himself. Though somehow, he did not fall to the base of the porch up against the wall. The night air felt still and silent, so why was he paralyzed in the right arm? Something had to be here somewhere. The railing on the porch creaked louder than any normal ambivalent noise of wood snapping. Sure, he could sit there and cower in the corner by the door waiting to be annihilated. But, that wasn’t the way this was going down.

Trevor expressly set his eyes to the railing the sound had come from. Instead of approaching or going for the door again, he switched on time-freeze. No sense in turning it off and looking elsewhere. Trevor was already there. He’d regained his balance long enough to look up and freeze his eyes. He stared at the bannister above him and more at the outline of a cast-wrapped man in the space of the ledge off the railing. He couldn’t make out what the driveway or anything else behind could look like. But, he could see as before the shadow of an entity positioned above him. It was held so naturally in the height of his frame that he could jump to the area in front of him and would collide with it. If he were to compose an imposition he would likely have to sack it as it came at him. The idea would be to get back and push forward in one pointed motion. Hoping to kill it the exact time it resided in the spot in his way. “This can work.” He said to himself. He didn’t deal with how to account for the period that it took for it to get from there to here. He simply drifted out of pausing with a blink and attempted to crush whatever port he could reach. Moving just about half a foot, beside the middle of the door. He shoved the dank air in the pitch black of his frontal porch place. Something told him he could feel the effect of it. Though he couldn’t see or reveal if it had. Trevor thought it had if only a scanty amount. The shot took every wattage of his plethora of stored energy, for he had intended it to. The scene was silent and Trevor cupped his kneecap trying to regain his composure. He still was not sure what had happened, and afraid of the outcome. Trevor didn’t even know if he could look for it a second time. But, he couldn’t dawdle now. He roused and put his head up. He could see nothing but hard concrete, the porch railing and the steps. He was still in danger and seconds were racing. He reached for the door handle again and remembered it was locked. Then the monkey grass started to rustle down to his right. Trevor knew he had to act. The parting of the grass meant he needed to stop off in that direction. Before he could, by the time he cocked his head that way, Trevor was struck and slammed his head against the door. For the sliding door he was conveniently still holding after he stupidly grabbed it and pulled it open. Trevor went out-cold.