Breaking & Centering

Chapter 44: Breaking & Centering

 

 

 

 

            He rode up to the parking entrance and pulled into one of the spaces. He sat in the car for several minutes looking around every few and listening to the radio lowly. There wasn’t much obvious to go-off here. Trevor already knew that. “When should I get out?” he asked himself. No moves he should make should be showcased while he was here, he got out of driver’s seat and shut the door without pushing it. So he stood there on wet concrete, waiting for himself to go somewhere or to spot something. He saw a soaked sheet of paper on the ground not too far away. He went over to look at it. Some kind of event flyer for a college class party, nothing of interest to Trevor. He decided to go for the apartment. He skipped quickly and silently into wrenched and enclosed on a hot, murky afternoon. There was a notice strapped to the door. Trevor stared dejectedly until he finally made himself read it.

Be back on the 14^th.

The owner is currently living in

the city jetting off toward the ocean.

There is nothing here, and no number to call.

 

            Trevor could only wonder what this might mean. That Lester was gone was all he could deduce. He elected to go around the back and try to scope where he’d been or anything unusual. No clues it seemed. He bore his eyes to the blinded windows of the place he’d been at a party almost two years ago. Trevor was aging, and not taking any chances with his life he held so direly. The months had flown, and he needed to get several steps ahead for his own sake. He picked out a place in the window where he could get a view of the inside. Just dark mostly.  He could see the parts of at least one object in the room. Lastly, he tread back to the door, grabbed the handle and turned it. “Locked. But, wait…” he could try a card. He did so. No avail. He couldn’t pick the lock on this heavy door. “Time for better measures.”

            Trevor swept the card again pulling the stub in and kicked the door with all his strength and up by the edge and side of the handle. It shot in and snapped, for there was a chain on the other side. “I did it. Well…” He pondered. Trevor reached in and grabbed the chain. Trying to get a view. “I could… I can!” he thought. He warmed up his hands and grabbed the medium sized chain on the wall attached to the door.  His hands glew a thick green, yet bright, the chain rusted and melted into steel flakes. Right before his eyes the door swung open. It hit the wall and skittled in and squirmed because it made a soft boom and he closed it. Because he closed the door, he locked it and strayed to the armchair on the adjacent corner of the room in its doorway. He thought he heard noise. A noise. But, not something he could tell. No. Trevor walked to the back of the living room, and touched the bookshelf by the window. He peered outside just like before. Then off to the kitchen, back by the doorway. He wouldn’t turn the lights on, but he did seek the plastic shelf by the computer afterword. To rummage its drawers before looking for any slips of paper he can find. Undoubtedly, he found some in the third and last drawer. He grasp it between both sets of fingers in the unobtrusive dark. The mandatory thing for seeing is light. He must’ve haphazardly done so, because Trevor did second naturedly summon healing power because he numbered the seconds in doing so, and his hands lit up like a Christmas tree. He looked at the words on the sheet of paper that had been folded on the stack of other folded sheets, and the number listed at the top corner. He took it to the bedroom in his front pocket, refolded to a more adjusted size. He stood stupefied when he saw an old lady sleeping in there. To see her with his hands shining through the edge of the doorway. He did scope a pen on the one dresser next to him. He took it and closed the door. He saw the living room brightly and could not be as ready to get out. He took down most of the note and repositioned the intended original. It read that the file he wanted was on the other side of the city and that you could see it next to the coffee factory on the boulevard. Trevor smiled and laughed on the inside as he got back out and tore off the separate piece of the chain-lock.