The Inquisitor’s Ball

Chapter 50: The Inquisitor’s Ball

 

 

 

 

            “Huhhhhhh” he droned as he started to have his senses again. In the main theater, the dusk had already come down around it. It was dim at best in the large room. The seat he was placed at was busted to some degree and as of now there was no one in sight, back against the pew, he suddenly deduced that he had been tied up on his hands and at his feet. Trevor was alert now, coming to a strain he’d never known. His head pained most of all. He couldn’t let that get to him for now. He heard footsteps. From the right side of the stage. “Shall we survey how our little skulker is doing?” said a snide voice out of the corner of the first row. A man, then two others, then the one that had knocked him out from the corner of the first row “Are you proud of yourself Mr. Sly man?” the main one asked.

            “mmmguh. What?” was all Trevor could utter, he was still shaken up. “We see you’ve gotten around with ease. Avoiding Bruce here and myself.” said the awful looking guy in a brown suede jacket. He looked worn. As if he’d gone through a washing machine and dryer once today. Trevor could hardly contain himself. Trying to get up, or at least loosen the rope. “uh… uh. You won’t get free that easily. You’ll find Bruce here is an expert with knots. The one Trevor supposed was Bruce didn’t react one bit.”

            “So tell me, what are you doing here right now?”

            “Looking for answers.” He answered. “Well… you’ve definitely come to the wrong place. You see, we have a certain sanctimonious way that we do here when nothing else is going on.”

            “Sounds like something you should work out.” Trevor spat. “Oh, I see. With that I can’t exactly let you leave now that you’ve seen us like this.”

            “Why is that?” he asked with disdain. “The thing is, this is a sacred place and were not exactly human.”

            “You aren’t?” Trevor asked cocky. “What the hell are you then?”

            “No, we are what you would probably refer to as living dead.”

            Trevor shivered. “We’re actually demons. We just got our own bodies back.”

            “Uhhh…” he bellowed. The man detracted his pace. “Also, we know you have some sort of ties to hell. So, you won’t be leaving till there’s one dead human in the rows.” Trevor jerked. He would get out, he couldn’t have this be the final hurrah. The brilliance he believed in was wearing thin, and no sooner than that dawned on him, did he get filled with wrath. Because he had use of his arms almost effortlessly. Trevor shot up and tried to run. But, duly, he fell flat on his face. One of his hands on the foot of his captor. Oddly enough, he likely broke the rope with his powers. But, there was no question. The green light of death ran through his body and to his fingertips.  The undisputed “head hancho” of these goons just crumbled and dissipated into nothing. Though, Trevor was left defenseless for the next move. Scattering to get the tie off his ankles, he got punched a couple times, although his kill juice hadn’t been sealed yet. He yanked the rope and it dissolved, just the two of the men left as he tried to reach for anything, but ended up ending them. Trevor broke for the emergency exit he’d broke in. City lights flooded in before his eyes in the hot evening air. He made no second guesses, running to the car and leaving directly after he bustled himself into it. The single thing Trevor understood now is that he would have some things that needed to be answered. The one he could fathom now was having any of them was Don.