Iterate Extinction

Chapter 58: Iterate Extinction

 

 

 

         

Departure was a belated one. He waited for David to say his byes to whoever was living here. Assumingly a friend, maybe there was more, who knows. It was already growing dark. Sporting his track jacket, he weighed out the price of how much he would take in gas. Trevor told him the specific location and what they might do to lure it out. If only this time, Trevor was confident in what he could do. He made a right off the highway and they were on their way. If there was no mistaking the place where he’d been balked and drifted off to the side on that highway, he would not now. He made David hang toward the left side of the road, nearly hitting a car in the other line one time. They pulled off onto an off-shoot as soon as Trevor pointed it out. There they waited for a clearing in the traffic that was dividing the secrecy they were trying to uphold. Trevor cut on time-stop and got out of the car with David sitting there on pause. He smashed the door closed and ran to the stub of the pavement looking over the other side of the bridge, turning his head both ways to see if there was a car on either side in his field of view. None. For if the dispatch of an apparition were to take place here, he would have to them back a ways if they wanted to be unseen. David wasn’t keen to what was going on completely as of the moment. Trevor wasn’t averse to mixing up the pot, but he needed to draw out whatever found him last time. The means to do so had come to mind that he could recreate the events of before with the right method. He’d come up with something. That included focusing on the way either of them were positioned. If Trevor was in his car and he was aware that all others were outside the car, then now he was aware that he was outside and David was inside the vehicle. That means that he learned something about this thing that barraged him with cold before. He sat on the back of the truck and turned off time-stop. David was in the front and didn’t have any hint that his cohort had gotten out of it. He had to have not noticed for a time being, because he just looked through the windshield and was inert for a period just shy of ten minutes. Then duly he cracked open the door and said, “Trev?” he didn’t know what he did. Trevor turned a semi-circle and looked at him from the back of the truck and said, “Yo.” David almost jumped back in his truck, he imagined him going as far as to start it and drive away. Trevor scraped himself together and David got out. Trevor said, “I’m setting the bait, I need you back in the truck.”

            “But, when did you…” David uttered. “Please, get in the truck.” Trevor said.

            “Just do it!” Trevor screamed. “Okay. Okay. Jeez.”

            He grunted and shut the door. Trevor sat out there for the next five contemplating how to go about getting the spirit out of the wood-works.  He sprang off the edge of the truck bed and walked straight back toward the cliff that hung off a trail. Step-by-step scanning the surrounding area and the skies, he squatted down and looked off the edge to see what was down there.  For a time, he glared down there to see the worst looking gorge he’d ever witness in his life. He found that it looked like the most barren place he’d ever seen. Who knows what could’ve happened down there in past. If he had any idea he’d probably regurgitate his lunch he’d had before he even left the house. That would suffice. That’s only a speculation though. Trevor stalled and retreated from the ledge. He made his way back to the truck and then got struck by a nasty wind. He fell on his face in the dirt and pushed up on his hands and hopped back up. Looking around for anything that could’ve been the culprit, he saw nothing. David got out and ran to him. “Are you okay dude?”

            “Yeah, I’m fine.” He replied. “Well, what did fall for?”

            Lividly he wrapped his eyes around the general surroundings. He mostly kept his vision on the part right of the ground he was standing. He matched his gaze on the woodlands beside him, the best place for someone to hide. Kind of the way he stopped time, he focused heavily on the bushels sitting around the inside chords sitting between the trees. Lingering was a shadow that could be seen fuzzily. He rambled through the leafy portion of the grass and clung to his right hand with his left, waiting for another strike or action from the thing. Heightened senses allowed him to climb to the left side of the tree-line with speed. No need to stop time for now, he didn’t want to waste precious energy and he wouldn’t if he didn’t have to. For him it was kind of like draining a well that only filled back when it rained or you poured into it. He crawled up a slanted mound and leaped forward. Then he was struck again after moving only a few feet. Hit hard, he couldn’t move. His upper body except for his shoulders, laterals, and his head were frozen. He couldn’t stand up. If he could get his leg up he might be able to crack the ice up the left side of his body. But, it wasn’t working. He sundered and heaved on the ground. Helpless for now, he attempted to roll over. No dice. The wraith that captured him stood over him waiting to confirm its kill. He lay there encased in ice. For the moment, he pictured himself done for. It started to bombard him with cold breath again, intending to leave him there iced over in a solid block. Trevor clung to life as he wreathed in-and-out trying to get his center of gravity in any form and break the ice. He was freezing fast, and the desolate looking ghost-like thing obviously planned on putting him away for good. Now, he couldn’t see any advantage he could use, or even scoop himself out of this block that had him tied up. He would have jumped at the opportunity if he could. At that instant, David flashed behind the woods and was running in to where he was at. Trevor must’ve screamed a time or two. His friend ran in and the apparition frosted him with the same freezing emission that had gotten him. Although David ducked and slid to Trevor slamming his arms down on the cube that was Trevor, he was freed and the icing volleyed away from the place he had been and spread into all three faces in the way. Trevor was terrified, he ran away. Back to the edge of woods waiting for David to emerge, hopefully. He wasn’t thinking straight. David hadn’t come out, he begun to worry, even though it’d been mere seconds since it happened. Trevor went back as soon as he felt alright. He stopped trembling when he remembered he could take nearly anything out. So, when he saw David on the ground, impaired by his foe, he immediately ran to get it and disperse it for good. Trevor went to finish his opponent for the last time, then accidentally ended up running up onto David’s immobilized body, stumbled and fell. David sprung from his lap and from what must’ve been a fluke projected a dartle of energy in the unsuspecting spirit whose victim had intended to be him. It yowled and faded into nothing but cold air in the abysmal night. On the side of the road, for some hours, there was nothing but unwieldy glances between the two friends that made them certain they’d just obliterated something else. Trevor was used to it, though this time it just felt different. They formed up, got in the truck and went home.