Red on Arrival Pt. 5

Chapter 64: Red on Arrival Pt. 5

 

 

 

 

            Trevor was in his street clothes by the hour of eleven. Somewhere at a quarter past, he let go of his cell phone he’d been texting on all morning and sat it on the charger. He freely functioned with his facial hair, though he hadn’t overtaken the effort of being able to grow a beard or even a thick palette for that matter. He sunk into the bathtub after he was done. Laying there running through his mind about the events of last night and its small victory and that of its blunder, organizing them, waiting for something to click if that were a possibility. He had nothing. Rising out of the tub and the tracing of water running off him and falling back in the tub. He opened his eyes in the mirror, though it was perhaps overcast all the same though he’d only had a bath. He could still see himself floating through his thoughts about how he wouldn’t have to deal with any more burns. His sides were fine, it was just his a*s and one of his shoulders that had gotten burned. He licked his lips and gargled some high-dollar antiseptic mouthwash and then left the bathroom. He knew he would have to go out again today. There was nothing left to do except find that thing again. The one thing he did want to get situated was David’s powers. Not to mention Jamie’s latent ones, but Trevor did not know how to make either of those a reality. One more hour. He waited for the clock to hit one, and pressed up to David’s ready to face what he must. Trevor opened his cell one more time. Fully battery, no messages, the time read twelve-sixteen. He closed it and walked up. There David was sitting on his front porch steps. He had a convoluted expression that also projected an eagerness in some way or another. He opened his mouth and spit some dip, or chewing tobacco, out onto the side into the pine needles laden under the bushes. He held his head high and smile into the sunlight. It was majestic really. Trevor walked up to him expediently as not to seem as though he were spying on him. When he saw Trevor he cocked his head to him and looked his way. He pronounced, “Hey buddy.” with a bite although he had a mouth full of dipping spit in his mouth and could not speak correctly otherwise. Trevor knew this to be because he’d relinquished the spittle a few seconds ago.

            “Good afternoon.” Trevor said. “Hiya” he spoke again. Trevor started rambling about the days he’d been having and the procedure last night that left him in the state he’d been in when David found him. He talked a lot. He talked more and more as the hour went by and David just sat there and listened like he’d never held a conversation before. He opened his mouth to talk, then shot out another loogie and stood before him. That last one had to have had the wad in it.

            He didn’t say a word, just led Trevor inside and he followed him upstairs. It’d been a year since Trevor had been in his bedroom. A long year in fact, praying David hadn’t snapped like an elastic waistband after the proceedings of the night before he counted out his dollar bills and the change in his wallet and David was sitting there playing with a charm on a bracelet. He also had the amulet around his neck, which he didn’t when they’d walked in. “When did he put that on?” Trevor guessed he must’ve thought of him being here and where this was going. “I told you I wouldn’t have to settle this myself and I meant it.” Trevor said. Referring to the last creature he had to vanquish that he knew of. “Right. So what you’re saying is that only you can kill this’n and it’s the last you know about?” he asked. “Yes, that’s exactly it. I’m not sure if you’ve been looking forward to killing any of these demons but I’m the only one who can see this one.” He said, then he remembered. “Oh, you killed a guy last night didn’t you?”

            “Mmmmm…. Let’s not talk about that.” was all he said. “Now that that’s out of the way, let’s talk about the issue of your abilities.”

            “What about em?”

            “Well let’s see… can you actually use them without some kind of persuasion?” he asked. “I have no idea. I couldn’t tell you. How would I test that to make sure?”

            “That I don’t know. What I can tell you is I only learned to use mine through actual experience. If you could get to where you can fire off whatever it is you can with or without doing that, then well be a nice condition to massacre any of them that get in our way.”

            “You… you don’t… don’t you think… you don’t know that really, do you?”

            “You’re right. I do not.” He admonished. Trevor waded around his bedspread anxiously. “I do know this though, nothing good comes from waiting around. Especially here.” He chuckled and hopped up. “You know one day, wherever this confidence is coming from is going to make you wish it hadn’t.” he stated. “You’re probably right.” He confirmed to him.

            “What now. Where are we gonna go?” Trevor asked this time. “I don’t know, you tell me.”

            “If nothing else, we should wait till nightfall. That’s when that flying nightmare seems to like to come out.”

            He stuck his hand out and said, “Gimme.” Trevor was aiming at the object around his neck. He took it off and handed it to him without protestation.  He observed it intricately, it still had that dampened wood gloss to it. The carving of the sickle crescent moon stood out as the lighter color obviously cut into by someone somewhere. When Trevor went to push it with his hand, David leaned out and snatched it from him. “Hey! What’s with that?” Trevor yelled in mild-surprise. “It is mine isn’t it?” he said in an unfamiliar tone. “Yes.” Trevor pouted.

            “How does it work?” he said commandingly. “I’ll show you.”

            “Tell me.” He told him. Assertively. “Okay.”

            Trevor grabbed his left hand sublimated raw energy from the insource of his power. It started to fall in the cracks of his fingers and ran up his forearm. “I used this on the damn necklace and let it go.”

            “It was kind of tricky to…” It was too late. David was already trying it out. “It’s not working.” He moaned. “Hmmmm…  I dunno, try your right hand.”

            “Why? Yours worked with the left.”

            “You might not have two different kinds.” He told him.. “Well… alright. Here goes nothing.” He said detestably. He pressed his hand to it. “You have to actually gain your powers.” Trevor said. “If you want it to infuse that is.” David looked at it carefully. Trevor could tell he was searching his thoughts for something. He opened up his palm and pressed it down, bringing his hand down to the necklace as opposed to grasping it and putting it down. His hand forced out a thick green the color of moss and stuck to his hand. This went on for a minute and he started waving his hand vigorously trying to shake it off. It wasn’t coming off. Trevor waited for him to calm himself. “You have to cut off your stream of power if you want it to halt.” He didn’t listen. He slung his other hand around the bottom of it and tried to rip it off by force. He clung to it for dear life, trying to take it off of the middle of his palm with no achieving this in sight. “Dude, I’m telling you…”

            He was already spinning around the room, freaking out because he couldn’t get it off. “STOP! You have to release it, or else it won’t come off.”

            He relaxed to some degree and held it out over the floor with his upper body tensed. “How do you do it?”

            “I can’t explain, you can turn it off by thinking about forcing it back in, or just basically ceasing it thoroughly.”

            David stood perfectly still like a statue and the object dropped to onto the carpet. It bounced and landed back in front of him. Seemingly untouched by anybody. Trevor waited for him to move, his eyes looked stricken and he stiffened up and fell over onto the floor beside his bed. Trevor went over to him and grabbed his collar bones in shock. He blinked and came to. “Whoa! That was… intense.” He said. Trevor started laughing and kept laughing. “What the f*****g f**k?”

            “Well, now you may be able to do that at will. It probably won’t be that easy.” He said. “Huh… I guess that’s cool. Now, what do I do when I want to shoot something.”

            “Just point it out and shoot it off.” He told him. As crazy as it sounded. “Tight.”

            Hoping to be rid of any more lessons, he opened up his contact list and started plugging away at a text that he’d been carrying on. David sat there amazed and put his necklace back on. Trevor felt weird that he never wore his. He wasn’t sure why, maybe something about keeping it safe. “Who knows.” He told him.self. “So where are you tryna go tonight, Trev?” he asked. “I was thinking about the red room.”

            “What’re you talking about.”

            “I don’t know, some s**t.” He cackled. “Seriously…”

            “I think we should go hang out at movie theater for a while. We can catch a flick while were there. Sound good?”

            “Aight.”