There was Something…

Chapter 48: There was Something…

 

 

 

           

Noon on an odd August day, he shook off his clothes and took them off. Sitting in bed naked for maybe twenty-five minutes, he couldn’t infer whether he should contact anybody at this point, or if the headway he was making while alone was enough. Granted, he hungered for food and drink for lunch or something. “Alright.” He got up and fled to the kitchen. Looking through his text messages and feeling like he was a kind of receptionist or something. “Right.” He said and made some food. Sitting down at the dinner room table and ate for about one hour. He made out to the exterior of his house and went up the street to David’s. For the duration of his walk he was moving up the hill to see the driveway of his house to know if he can even go there. No sign of anyone there. “Damn.” He walked the leg of the hill he was on for some time. Calculating what it seemed would be appropriate to do this time. He took a step down and then a step back. He got out his phone and knew he would just call him. Trevor called David about three times. No one picked up. He knew better than to call Jamie now. Nothing said, “I need your help.” Quite like a phone call asking if he could pick him up. That was a point that was moot for now. He needed to guide himself to what was likely a far more informed position at this point, and a perceived threat if abolished would come to cease. He needed to spread out. Not necessarily a specific plan, but to grab any hint of something unordinary and follow it. Without various attempts at catching a trail of malevolent demons running rampant looking for he or God knows what. Trevor turned around one final turn, and strolled back to the house. He pissed and flushed the toilet, opening up his closet and for two hours cleaned it out. Throwing stuff away when he was finished, he left the room in an orderly fashion. He’d left his room cleared out, leaving only the essentials behind. So when he went to the car again to go who knows where, he wasn’t left reeling in what could possibly be missing. The street around his place felt vacant and leery. It didn’t show whether the presences he’d found and fought were looking for him or something else. He drummed on the wheel with his hands for a few minutes trying to come up with a way to go. Nothing was leaking in to his thoughts. No person, destination, or situation in mind. The only certainty is that he could not hesitate any longer. He knew well by now that this was truly coming to be. He formed a varied blueprint for what he could be looking to find. The answers left him mortified. There were two possibilities. Trevor was always the target, or, he had to stop them from getting to and killing another person and/or one of the presider’s inheritors.

            Trevor was warping around in the center console. He didn’t disguise the bashfulness he considered when hearing the playback of all the context he had. But, it was what he confided in. There was nothing left to change or keep him from losing or winning the fight he so desperately needed to comprehend while he still had time. Who knows when that might be, and there was no time and nothing to lose. Not till this was concluded. Aggravated as he was longing for somewhere to seek what he was chasing. He got caught up in the music. He began driving around the city, turning the wheel every time, For he couldn’t very well listen to the stereo with the car off. He pushed down the interstate toward the big city, he hadn’t a place located to get to, but it seemed like the most promising place to cover for now. Meanwhile, the road belted away beneath him as if on a conveyor. He had to get off somewhere. The interstate was merely a gateway to anywhere he wanted to go in his state’s capital city just south of his own. Treading carelessly into it, exit after exit. Trevor picked a good looking street or highway’s name and got off on it. Another successful stretch. Balancing out his turn signals when he headed for the western direction that lead into the city. Minutes later he passed a big building that said theater on it. Trevor turned in to a large housing complex that was well-built and extravagant. He plushed the outer wheel with the one he was holding until he could get back to where he needed to be. He predicted it’d be exactly four minutes. He was right. Getting to the parking lot and shutting down the motor. The innards looked broken in. Like many shows and live performances had taken place there. He absolutely wanted to check out every piece of this establishment. So he went. Pushing open the front doors ardently, there wasn’t a soul in sight. “Empty.” He knew. He walked toward some great designed entranceway, watching a few other directions as well. He didn’t get in but fifteen feet from the door and was ambushed by a man.  This man was not an abnormal looking person. He rammed Trevor where his shoulder met his arm. Although, very powerfully. He was knocked for a distance, hitting the wall under the staircase, and landing on his right ankle and calf. He tried to gaze at him from there, but didn’t see anyone anymore. He was gone.  Trevor did not exactly want to go upstairs. He started back for the theater doors. The counter was sheen at the ticket booth. Just like a movie screen showing, only this was a music hall. Trevor guessed that they might collect tickets elsewhere. He entered the large open room and it was indeed cleared. The place had a vastness to it that pervaded the space. He moved through seat after seat till he was near the first row. The stage was big. The front coming in very visibly. The way it shaped around to the side of the large walls designed for it all was in fact marvelous. But, Trev gained nothing from just standing here. He looked back to see the doors which closed behind him. No idea where that man that attacked him could’ve gone. It took a total of five minutes to get over here, and it would take five back. He went to climb up the stage, it was hard to get up to it. Trevor looked on to the back of the entire thing. Wandering off to the back left side while he checked what was in his pockets.

            “Got everything.” He said to himself. Trevor looked through the passage-way around the rear of the building. There was a dressing room and a couple other ones along the way. He went to see- There were four rooms in all. The most curious was the one that allowed musicians to get a lot of equipment in at once. It didn’t take him long to evaluate that a high number of artists had played recently. The only thing is, he found an opening where the back of the loading area met the back wall. He tried to toss it open, didn’t work. He waited to think of a solution. Thinking it would loosen it by kicking it some. Not the best course of action it only shook the plated swinging door, and instantly he heard shouting from the entrance of the theater room. Trevor hastily tugged on the handle which fought him harshly. He could hear a single set of footsteps getting to the main stage. He leaned his weight into the small cabinet seized the door and pulled. It blew open with a hard thud. Smacking the floor one time. Trevor climbed in hectically, snapping it back to hide his tracks.