Outer Realm

Chapter 57: Outer Realm

 

 

 

 

            There was no time like the present. Plowing through the night roads, he understood that he was lucky to have such a magnificent skill. He widened the turn radius and leaned out of the window because his eyes were having a hard time adjusting because of the pain he was in. Trevor focused as best he could. Lighting up another cigarette to deal with the trauma that took its toll on his inner dynamism. Shortly-after reaching a stapled envelope that contained the college he was applying to. If at once he could see the possibility of this all ending before he could end it himself, it was now. Trevor took the wheel and hung off to the outside of the other highway heading to his home, for a stop at the gas station. He sat there in the car, parked on the side of the store thinking about what he should do. He got out and stood on the walkway waiting for some kind of reasoning behind why he would have investigated an exploding space rock on tonight’s endeavor. He tightened his grip on his wallet in his back pocket and decided to go in the store. A station set on the intersection. Humming Don’t Turn Around by Ace of Base in a lighthearted sort, absorbing all details around the inside of the store. Four seconds later, a guy walked into the store. A loud-mouthed fellow with what was undoubtedly his significant other. Talking about rigs, or something or other, and going straight for the counter. Picking and choosing what drink he would want, Trevor kept to himself until he picked one and slinked up to the register. He saw the guy getting a cigar and a pack of cigarettes, and a few assorted items on top of that. He shoved them all in his pockets after the cashier confirmed his purchases. Trevor moved up. Without thinking he pressed down on the counter and rubbed his foot with his other foot, the one that had just recovered. Trevor fell and again his hand slapped the register. His right hand, he had triggered it and when it did the frontal portion of the counter in front of him detonated and broke in to pieces. The salesperson was shocked to the core. Trevor hoisted himself back to his feet and reared to delve out of the thick glass doors. However, he looked back at the mess he’d made and looked-on in awe. The man at the register, most probably of Arabic descent, stood gawking at his punctured workspace. Trevor fled from the establishment post-haste.

            Outside, the one he’d seen before was baffled by likely hearing a commotion in the store. He turned to Trevor who’d turned tail and wound up hopping back in his car reactively, maybe on some sort of instinct. He wasn’t sure.

            Trevor got in his vehicle and blazed out of there like he’d never done before. Ironically, the place could be seen abuzz with alarms and telephone calls within minutes, but the soul that riffled the station was already far, far away. “Man, will this night ever be over?” He thought as he moved down across a newly remodeled bridge. Driving as slowly as possible because he was tired and in pain, for what he didn’t know was to allow it to end or not. It was now about 2 a.m. He shut off the car and mashed off the overhead lights in the driveway. If he was any more distraught he might’ve taken off again. But, he got inside the house and trekked back to his room. It was late. The outside was pitch black, other than when Trevor was out there minutes ago. He shed off his clothes and lay in his bed in just his underwear. He fell asleep in with no light around at all.

            “Hungry” Trevor was awake at probably the latest hour on a Saturday. He left-off the butter on a plate of waffles. Not for a shortage of it. Certainly this was another day of getting out of the house. Trevor was living it up with the passing months of finishing high school. Seemingly leaving out the details of graduation, he didn’t want to mention to his mom that he’d wrecked the car again when he was coming back from graduation. Though really he’d only blew a tire. He still had a pittance of money and it would have to be enough. Although, he could ask him mom for some of the cash back that he’d borrowed and gave back. Well, a Saturday, a sunny mid-day to be exact, was calling him.  This time was for sure one to summon David. He would try to make it one for the books, whether that meant just hanging out, or getting some s**t done. Lifting his bedsheets up and ripped them off and throwing them in closet.  He instantaneously got the car keys and left the house. No word or anything. He just went up the street and looked at the driveway. He wasn’t there. Trevor had no idea what to do. He just sat there playing with the chain hanging off the rear-view’s reverse support, he tucked his dick down on the left side of his jeans because he’d been thinking it’d been a while since he’d had any romantic activity. For a while, at a standstill, he flew through his contacts so he could find a connect to get out of his neighborhood. Loosening his collared shirt he was wearing this day. The wrought sense he was feeling didn’t subside. He poured out sweat in the hot August sun. He lingered on several radio stations in secondary increments. He lorded the open window, if he could make it cooler he would, but he was low on gas and didn’t want to crank the AC. Rolling the window up when he decided just to pull off and figure out where to go next as it comes. He slung his over-shirt in the back seat and let his eyes fall to the alignment of the street. Fastening the seatbelt as he mashed the gas too hard and wrenched past the stop sign, moaning when he did so because he kind of stalled because he didn’t want to wait for the way to the next stop sign but ended up stopping anyway. This was the way he went. Dialing the number of David who was missing completely, he waited through the rings to get someone else on the line. “Who’s this?” Trevor asked politely. For once, he didn’t mind that he was speaking to someone else. Like any other time he’d talked to a stranger on the phone, it was a screening experience. He lucked out when the fellow passed the phone directly to him.

           

Clearing the outer realm of the community for the ideal path to get into the main part of the city, he imagined if David was anywhere else he would be there. In fact, he’d told him where he was. He just wasn’t sure exactly. So he broke out the time-stoppage, he moved from eight seconds to zero in a matter of nanoseconds. He literally crossed the downtown passageway before a bead of sweat could leave his face. He shut it off, because he was afraid he would mess something up if he did. His eyes began to hurt, but he ignored this. It must all take its toll on him. There wasn’t any reason to think he’d make it there in any less accumulated time than they would expect. For instance, if he could breeze through six miles in no time at all-  in-all seriousness, then he could get to the site he wanted to in about twenty-three seconds. Any place for that matter. He could now move and reach as far as he needed whenever he needed to. Needed. Only because any amount of doing so would have a negative impact on his body. He was told of a road on the opposing side of the secondary main street in town. He moved down a side road or two, searching for the one that housed where he was. No, he couldn’t find it, there wasn’t a marker that signified what he was looking for. So he just kept driving around. Finally he crossed the one he was looking for, and managed to get to a place on the street, or avenue or whatever it was where his truck was sitting outside. He lined up with the truck on the other side of the walkway that went to the place. Suddenly, the screen door crashed open and out he walked. Trevor got out and ran up to him sternly. He tramped up the stairs, because queerly he didn’t step off the porch. It made it seem like he didn’t want him there. Trevor had to help himself get to someone else. Another that took a shot at him earlier. He calculated which of the abominations he encountered was likely the weakest. He reckoned the ice apparition he’d experienced in the west. For certain, he knew nothing of its power, so he couldn’t be sure, but the other two were powerful, and that Bruce guy would be impossible to find. So to gather one partner for now was a masterful plan on his part. He didn’t hover too long on the porch. He got down, and started talking to him.

            “How about it?” he asked him. “Well, I don’t know…”

            “Come on! I know you’re down for a mysterious adventure. I have to kill this thing before I can move on.”

            “Since you seem so determined, here’s what I’ll do. I’ll bring you in my truck, I don’t feel like leaving it here and no one knows your car’s here. I’m worried about the jackals around here getting their hands on my baby.”

            “Alright! Alright! Okay!” he said hurriedly. Off they went.