Where in the World is…

Chapter 51: Where in the World is…

 

 

 

 

            Trevor raced back to his abode, a distressing omen hazing his aura.  Today was eventful, but still didn’t explain what all of this could actually mean. He decided it best to get some sleep, although, it troubled him that there were demons making it out of hell and forming a hub at specific locations. Almost to the point it made him feel sick. Almost, or maybe, that was just the clout he took to the forehead not four-or-so hours ago. “Oh well… guess it’s all up to me.” Trevor reassured himself for the time being. Laying in his bed and shutting down. Rising at the crack of dawn, he did what he’d been doing a lot lately, which was kind-of becoming a habit. He wasn’t sure if that was bad, or not. Basically pacing the house and exhumating the memories he had up until now. It was a comforting, yet trying activity. All the same, he functioned well this way. It was a method of reasoning with himself and culminating his effort where it was, accelerating this process many times over.

 

Hunger pained him after about an hour and a half of doing this. To accept the eventuality of needing the others was in a way, irksome. But, he might come to find them to be as great as he usually thought himself. Signing over the presiders to them would be the hardest task to face. Much less making sure they gave a s**t enough to be involved. “The fate of the world could be at stake for all I know.” He pondered. He left the house thinking he could see a friend. Driving the drive that took him to the high school normally there was not a person he could think to get by phone. To adapt to his idea of what he wanted to do at any place that allowed it required him to see who he knew. Someone he not necessarily trusted, but one who had the means and not enough social stature to be interested in Trevor. One who could power up his mode to getting an outlook on the entire area of the state. If there was anything to be found, that would surely cover any of it. He wheeled in to the parking lot at the place just passed where he turned before at the train tracks. This time he kept on straight ahead for the unknown, and kept on when he reached what appeared to be a major shopping center, he pulled over to stop. Trevor stopped, he knew he’d time on his hands. How much was a better question. Likely not as much as he thought. Going past upscale places and around a bend where there was a movie theater. He slowly rolled around for a parking space. He needed to collect his thoughts, or maybe, he was right where he needed to be. Shooting glances at many people walking, he turned off everything. The car, the radio, even his phone. Not only was there no sounds he could hear coming from the sidewalk, but he actually felt like getting out. A whim maybe, but he refrained. Making a scene was out of the question, and even though no one would recognize him, he had to single out where he was trying to go. The humdrum of the passers-by wasn’t really there to him, just the cool gray sky shedding light on his surroundings. By this time, they were beginning to have Halloween decorum put up in various places. It was only the beginning of October. Trevor thought the ones usually put up in his downtown district paled in comparison. His city usually got fancier with Christmas. Then again, this place probably was a thing of grandeur during Christmas as well.  He saw a line of cute girls in front of one of the stores and all over the sidewalk. He hated himself for staring, but did anyway. “What a sight.” He thought. Youthful, attractive personas made it hard to see that within himself and his relationships. Any of them. He chose to leave this place. He had no business here. What was he doing…? To write down what he was seeing was a good plan. Trevor found a pad in the console, and started jotting the whole scene with the décor and the types of people about. Not once did he spot anything out of the ordinary. But, for the time being he still felt like he was on to something. Not only was the sky dark, but extraordinarily so for the five o’clock hour. He stapled the sheet to another inside his bag. He took his book-bag around with him even now out of school. There was no real reason other than convenience for what he needed to carry. Nothing said, “I’m a psychotic survivalist.” quite like lugging it around.

Now he’d started the car back up and was going to head out. He made for the outlet. The wind started to stir. He’d had the window open because he smoked a cigarette while sitting still. Trevor caught a chill for a second. Which was weird since the sun was beating down hot a little while ago. No hoodie with him to put on. Not that he couldn’t just put up the window and keep the air out. The sun was high in the sky and it was clear as day again. “Crazy weather.” Trevor skittered forward as he forgot to go at one light. He made it down about seven miles onward and forfeited even trying to listen to music, skirting a sharp curve over a somewhat lengthy bridge. Out of nowhere he was feeling a salient cold inside the cabin of the car with him. It made him almost itchy as soon as it was there. Hoping he wouldn’t wreck, he moved over outside the road and stopped. Something wasn’t right, Trevor looked to his right and then his left, and then to the backseat, to see a cloud. A gathered blur of white-wispy cold air and particles touching his shoulder and going straight for his neck. It enveloped him entirely and he went thud back into the driver’s seat after wriggling for the car door for a matter of seconds. Trevor awoke on the side of the road in the middle of the night. Twelve Zero Two timed the clock on the dash. He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know what to feel. He felt like he was about to die or had died. He waited for a few minutes to see what he’d do and attempted to recover. “Still feel cold.” He was thinking. Turning the radio back on and moving around while shivering a little for now. In a moment, he was going to take-off for the road again. Hearing and guessing at making out which singer was on there for the remainder of the time, as he got about one hundred feet from the spot he was, he was answered by blue lights. An officer of the law had pulled up, thought it was night time. He didn’t know what to do.  He was shrouded in darkness next to the slope of a hill beside the bridge. Trevor had an unshakable feeling that some kind of ticket would be dispensed. Though now, all he could do was wait for him to walk up.  He could tell from his rearview that he was about to open the car door. The air in the front seat was frigid, but if that was his biggest problem then he had it pretty good. It was likely not, however, he didn’t know what was at the moment. Certain a ticket was coming his way.

He’d no recollection of what had happened after he went to that shopping center and on his way back. All he knew were the signs he’d seen. The skies changing around him, around here, were boding of anything. The man knocked on the window and he pressed it down. A gust of warm air flew in and spurned his face. It actually calmed him. “Is there something the matter?”

“I’m sorry?”

“I’ve seen you sitting here for more than an hour. You seemed like you were sleeping.”

“Oh, uh, something must’ve kicked in.”

“Excuse me young man?”

“I mean… I have to take these codeines for my back. They must’ve hit me late because I had to have pulled over. I don’t exactly remember.”

“Don’t you think you shouldn’t be driving at all?”

“Well, I usually go to work.”

“and you’re going home from work?”

“Yes, I am.”

 

“Hmm…. So you got you a nap on the side of the road, huh? You should get back home.” He tapped on the car top and went back to his cruiser. Trevor’s pulse was raised. He hung his arm out and fired up the car. He took off about ten minutes later. Grasping to get home, the night light down on him. He sped to the closest way he knew to go. There was nobody on the lanes of the highway, for it was around 11:30 p.m. Not too late, not too early. Trevor stared straight ahead while he drove home and looked for the speed he wanted to go. “Not as enticing as I’d expected.”

Then breaking, busting through the skyline of somewhere off the right side. A gigantic white flash to be exact, it dejected away but still brightened the entire area where that was. Somewhere above the eastern sky, only the way it looked, the focal source of the light was falling down into the part of the city Trevor did not actually know. Somewhere between Lester’s and the stretch of highway he was driving on the south-side. Awestruck, there was no way to keep track of where it would go, not to mention telling what it was. Sleek, but not too much so. It kind of ripped through the air and rerouted as it washed over the sky and landed. Parting form the atmosphere with a quickness the likes he’d never seen. So, Trevor did what he normally always did. Troubled himself with this a little bit and accepted it as something he could process later.