Red on Arrival Pt. 6

Chapter 65: Red on Arrival Pt. 6

 

 

 

 

            He made his way out at dusk skidding to a stop at the stoplight by the interstate. Waiting on a traffic signal, he gestured to David whether he should get into the turn lane. He fleeted off to the left hand lane and swooped into the enormous parking lot only for a quick stop on the side he came in on. It was all bright lights and lit signs now. Trevor stopped and turned the engine off. Him and his friend sat there and waited to see if anyone would pull in. No one did. For all he knew, Trevor had no film selected to see, however he couldn’t just sit idly by and have a nuisance like the ghoul going around f*****g out people going out at night and murdering members of society. He didn’t want to think about that right now. He wanted to go see a movie and undoubted that’s what he’d do. “Do you know what they got?”

            “What?” David said. “The movies, do you know what they have?”

            “Oh. There is the one I know of.”

            “Okay. What is it?” he asked. “That wolfman movie.”

            “Which one?”

            “Huh?”

            “Which one? There’s like hundreds of them.” He said. “The one where he tracks the girl through the woods.”

            “That was so helpful. Thanks.” He replied sarcastically. He huffed and sat back in his seat. “What to do, what to do…” he whistled and sat back lighting a cigarette.

            “Why don’t we just get the f**k out of here.” David said. “Because, I’d be okay with seeing a movie. What you have a better idea?”

           

            “How about you find me a party, I’ve never been to a party.”

            “You’ve never been to a party? How have you never been to a party?” he questioned astonishingly. “No. If you have to know, I’ve never been to a party.”

            “Now that’s more like it. Why don’t we find one, damn that was a good idea.” He yielded. “About that though, where is one?”

            “I don’t know, I’m asking you.”

            “Okay, well, hold on. I’ll see what there is.”

            -and with that Trevor got on his phone. The one person he could think of calling was Jamie, although if he cared at all he wouldn’t go to that place he went to the night he saw him. But, he didn’t care. Not in the least. “You know what, I know a place. Let’s go.” Trevor buckled up and took off. He arrived at the place at distinctly a quarter past ten and stayed in the car for one hour. They sat in the car for several minutes while Trevor smoked another cigarette. A random black male came up to the car window. Trevor rolled it down suspectedly.

            “How you doin’?” he said to him. Trevor looked at him skeptically. “Is something the matter?” he said disproportionately quiet. “Oh, um, would you like to buy some weed?” Trevor looked up at him. “Yes. Yes I would.”

            “Alright. Cool. How much?”

            “Lemme get thirty dollars.” Trevor said and proceeded to pay him.”

            He staved off fairly quickly. Not surprising. “I got some weed now.” Trevor spoke allowed.

            “Yeah I know that.” said David. “I don’t know what to do with it though.”

            “Yeah, no kidding.” They had not a thing to smoke it with. “I guess we go in here.”

            “Probably. Let’s do this.” They both walked in the door he’d been in before.

            There was indeed a party going on. It was a Friday night after all, and cars were lined up outside the little house once more. He opened the door himself this time with David right behind him. Throwing caution to the wind he went and sat down on the couch and his partner followed. They sat together among a literal shitload of people in the compact room. There were likely tons in the rest of the setup as well. Trevor tranquilized in the sofa with a barrel of smoke filling the contents of the room. “What’re we going to do, bro?” he asked David. David looked at him like he asked him where he could get a two-dollar hooker with no money. “You got that bag of weed and we’re here now. What else do you want me to say?” Trevor looked around. No one was smoking weed, just a lot of empty beers and cigarette smoking. While he did see a couple of people passed out, he didn’t feel the urge to get up and see what was going on elsewhere. He wasn’t sure if David did. He looked uncomfortable.  Where could he go, what could he do right now besides get high. Waiting patiently for something to happen, maybe he could just sit up and formulate something. He hung out loosely on the couch and looked at the bag he’d bought a few moments before. He shrugged and put it away. Some guy came out of the hallway, what looked like one of the bedroom and came into the room. Trevor felt the impulse to speak to him. “Do you have anything to smoke out of?” Trevor asked him. “Oh yea, I’ve got a pipe right here.”

            “Awesome!” Trevor thought to himself and smiled almost mischievously. The guy handed it over to him and he put a bunch in there. It was creepy how much anticipation he had. Looking at it and then at David who seemed pensive and reluctant, but willing. The other guy that’d entered moments ago had an innocuous smile on his face. Trevor just smirked as he set it on fire.

�'and ten minutes later they were all three high as kites. Wishing he had a beverage Trevor yearned to get up and walk out. But, he felt impositional doing so. No way he was going to just sit here for the entirety of the night though. He walked to the bathroom and stared in the mirror. He couldn’t believe he was here again. Not only was he really stoned, but wanting to get the place abuzz, if it wasn’t already. That was a thought. He didn’t need David to do so, but if he lost him after the place getting cleared out it wouldn’t be the most responsible action. So he took himself back to the living room, where David was chatting and looking like he was melting. Trev got him and walked him into the mid-room, which was also full. Before he could move in to the next room he was impeded by a couple of guys that stood there drinking out of a bottle. Trevor tried to move through, but couldn’t. He wasn’t looking at David or for where he was. One of them told him that he should drink it, at least somewhat of a chug. Trevor resigned himself and did so. He took a huge gulp and looked down while screwing the cap back on. He handed it back to the guy. He couldn’t look up or else his eyes would water and his eyelids would fall back and water. He stepped back a couple of paces and bumped into a female. Then moved to the corner and threw up in a plant. It was disgusting. David had gone into the kitchen, Trevor saw his shadow move through the doorway as soon as he regained his composure and looked over. He followed his way in.  What caught his eye at that time was the look on David’s face when he walked in. It was jam packed once more. Music had been blasting the entire time, which was already disorienting as it were. Trevor waited until he could move over to where his friend was. He looked simple in the ammonic air, filled with the smell of dozens of respiratory systems and mouths exhaling alcohol off their breath.  Trevor coughed once or twice before literally going to the fridge and stealing two beers, which he gave one to David. As soon as he’d drunk about half of his and his counterpart had gone for his first sip they heard a loud conk amid the loud music. Trevor looked back and saw one large man smashing a guitar, hoisting it only to bring it back down again. He went back to drinking, going as far as to turn around and face the counter as he did so as straight-laced as possible, though internally he was marginally disturbed. They left out not long after that. “Tonight was a bust.” Trevor said. David concurred. Scooping along the side of the street till they could get on a main road, they looked back at the packed street corner in mystique. It couldn’t have been five minutes later that they ran down the side of the road, because in the most unanticipated of affairs they were being shot at. Two cars streamed down the road-line in no time flat, shooting at each other. Trevor unhitched. He ducked down and went into a state of disavowal for the moment. David apparently had some kind of intrepid ordainment because he said, “I got this, don’t even fret.” Though Trevor heard none of that, and he blew one of the cars into a fiery hunk which flipped an astronomical amount of time, scuffing the first car as it did. The other took off in a spur. Obviously not sticking around to know what had just taken place. Trevor stayed in shock for quite some time. Though David seemed calm, he was probably seething inside in some sort. It wasn’t a great predicament, but obviously it didn’t bother him. It was in fact something that could not be directed toward them if it ever came to light. Though, even though there was no way to prove that had happened, Trevor didn’t want to admit anything at all went down on that stretch of road. Eventually he came to his senses and got out of the car and gawked at the flaming wreckage. No doubt it had actually blown up. All it took was a flick of his wrist to do that kind of devastation.

            Trevor had a hard time coping with the scene at hand. If he could he wouldn’t taken off right away. But, he pulled into the parking lot a few yards away and sat there waiting for David to say something. He didn’t. At some point he pulled out and went down the back-streets to get to the way home. He ended up stopping at the head of a group of people no doubt leaving the party. They have definitely made a loop around the streets that it was at. It was odd though, why were they there, why were they doing that? He didn’t know and probably didn’t want to. They were sitting along-side a cemetery and placed between a house that had its lights on, along a string of those that didn’t, and a hillside fence. He slung himself out of the car and started ranting at those that were all out in the street. It didn’t have much effect at this point. There were tons of them. It was a compromising display. Trevor got back in the car. For starters, David hadn’t said a word since he bombed that car, and he was feeling numb from the whole experience. Why he had no clue. But, it didn’t seem to be refraining him from getting where he needed to be. The credit for that went to these ducks in a row. He opened the door again and slammed it closed instantly. A car had somehow gotten past them and if he didn’t it would’ve clipped it right off the hinge. In a mad dash, he found a way through as well. He streamlined to another part of the city, and made a left somewhere. It could be said that it was dark back there on that part of town. Really, there were no streetlights or anything. Just blackness and the lights of his headlights pouring out over the stretch of cement. “I don’t think I know where we are.” Trevor said lowly in the midst of taking a right. “Keep going.” He said maliciously. Trevor didn’t know where to begin. He opened up, because he didn’t want to be around here for very long. Diving past parked cars and once a stray dog. He glanced once at David. He was on his phone and clicking away at it. Whoever he was texting looked like they were getting the business end of a bad temper. Wary of anything at this point, Trevor awaited him to speak. “Hey man. Where’s the closest gas station?”

            “Not too far. Why?” he asked. “I want to smoke more of that weed.” Trevor looked at him puzzled and then laughed. “Alright, we’ll go.”

            On the way in, Trevor turned to him and asked, “Are you feeling alright man?” For starters he looked kind of pale, and weary, and also angry on top of that.”

            “Yeah, what’s up?”

            “Nothing, I just thought you looked unwell.” He said. “Oh.” That was the duration of their conversation. Trevor invested several minutes in rolling a blunt and putting it in a safe place while they moved. Not eight minutes later David signaled to him and told him loudly. “Hey, take a right off up here.” Trevor obliged. “Where is this?”

            “It’s an abandoned school that isn’t worn down.”

            “Oh, okay. What’re we doing here?”

            “Smoking the cigar of course.”

            “Ah, gotcha.”

            They parked on the outside of the double-lot sitting between the back-side of the school and a row of houses. He stuck to the center of his driver’s seat as it became smoky. Trevor was dry-mouthed and fucked up within ten minutes. He let the smoke exit the vehicle as quickly as possible, blowing it away with the AC on high.

            Right away, some kind of screaming came from the other side of the car on David’s side. He looked around and he saw a contour of a man making his way to the street out of his house. Trevor turned and internally freaked out. He waited until he saw the guy get to the side of the street in his rearview and said, “You see him coming this way?” to David. He said he already knew. David got out and hung over the side of the car, appearing to stay there until the guy got over here if that’s what he was doing. The nighttime was dense and he couldn’t see him when he reached a certain point in the road. David was still waiting there for him to get there. Supposedly. If he had any ideas now would be the time to whip them out. All of sudden he heard pounding and a thud. He looked in the rearview, but couldn’t see anything. Then when he looked acutely at it, he could see another person fighting him there on the curb, it almost felt like it was in slow motion. “Whoa.” Trevor whispered. David shouted, “Holy s**t!” and plunked back into his seat stating, “Go. Go. Go!” he was not averse to complying. Trevor set out back the way they came, away from the two fighting in the street, under shrouds of darkness. He went slowly down the straight away and then gunned it to the end of the entrance. No way they would be stopped for any reason. Not here. Either way, it was safe to say that the outside of that place was now off-limits. As a personal rule of thumb, he organized his way back toward the house, not for a lack of a failsafe if he needed to get rid of anything in the car. He told David to open the glove compartment and put the stuff in there, and did so. Worst case scenario, they get caught with it. For now, Trevor was more keen on getting back and that the overall goal of tonight had failed. “Oh right.” He had forgotten about that. Coasting down the street lazily, he struck up a conversation about the party and how he’d have totally snagged the guitar if the dude hadn’t smashed it. “Yeah, what a waste.” was the only response he got. Trevor fathomed that if David was high enough he’d forget about the events afterword. Trevor was beginning to. It wasn’t a situation his conscious couldn’t fend off.

            “Alright, so when we get home, are you just going to go home?” he asked. David gave an expression of deliberation, “Nah, lets smoke the rest of that bud.” Trevor was in concurrence, for now. Minutes later they were in the footholds of the neighborhood, “So how about it?”.

            “What?” Trevor said baffled. “You gonna roll up another one of those?”

            “Where should I do that?” he asked in sincerity. “How about at my place.”

            In David’s driveway, he shut off all outside light sources and opened up the cigar tube. It wasn’t long before they were blazing again. Hitting it many times in a short period, he was going to be higher than he could deal with. Employing all autonomic ability to sitting in his seat and not wigging out and moving out of the car. He toyed with the fixture above his head for a while, and David just smoked with a grin on his face. “So… what’s going on?” he asked. “It’s time we take the next step.” David said. Attending him on elaborating what he’d meant, he rolled down the window to air it out and switched off the compartment light he had on. Forcing himself to sit tight while David apparently thought about what he was going to say. “Mkay Trev, how do you plan on devising a means to cover this up.”

            “Oh, you’re talking about that…”

            “Yeah?”

            “How about we just not talk about that?”

            “That’s what I like to hear.” He said. “Glad to hear it.” An impending silence, “What I’m more worried about is killing that cast wrapped figure that has been hunting me for quite a while.”

            “What? What the heck is that?”

            “It’s this mire that’s been chasing me around and it can’t be seen by the human eye.”

            “How the hell can you see it?” he posed. “Well, you see I have one more skill I’ve been saving away to tell you about. It’s endosymbiotic, that’s why it’s hard for me to tell you about. It has been wearing me down so I haven’t been using it as much lately.”

            “I don’t follow. You’re saying you can do something with your eyes?”

            “Yes, I can see in the absence of time, which I why I can see that which is unseeable. If this thing is then it’s either super fast or it literally can’t be seen by the human eye. Although, I’m not sure how that would be possible.”

            “When did you know that you could do this?” he asked. “A while before you’d gotten your initial taste of power.” He told him.. “So how is that, let me see.”

            “You can’t, there’s no way for you to. Remember when you couldn’t find me in your truck that one night. I stopped time and got out and checked around the area for any threats that may have been lingering.”

            “How come you can’t show me?”

            “Well…” Trevor paused. He flashed it on and quickly moved out of the car in front of it. He could see David inside, bent beside him ready to say something else. It was very strange. He tore it off and watched his pal motion and become surprised when he wasn’t there. He walked over to the window and tapped on it liberally. His friend spun around and stared at him with a horrific look on his face. He pushed down the window and looked at him in rapport. “That’s… it’s… amazing! Wonderful Trevor.”

            “Yeah, what can I say.” He blushed, guessing it wasn’t a matter of embellishment. “Can I do anything like that?”

            “I don’t know if you can do anything else.” He said sternly. “I guess that makes sense. I would have to find out for myself.”

            “Indeed. It’d be useful if you could. I’m not sure you should try and strain yourself trying to though.”

            “You think so?”

            “That beam you shot earlier could’ve demolished a giant building.” Trevor said straight-faced.  “You really think so?”

            “I do.” Trevor was trying to finish this talk. He didn’t know if he had big fish to fry tonight or if this was a fruitless endeavor. Not only did he fluctuate between objectives, but ran around on errand that didn’t really lead anywhere, sometimes that was. The hard point of all this was that he didn’t know where to look for this thing, and it wasn’t getting any easier to map that out. Likewise, Trevor wasn’t knowledgeable on how to train Jamie or David on how to do what they needed to. It wrought at him so when he learned that it was more than just him at stake here. But, that wasn’t going to up and disappear. He used this time to contemplate how he could tie this all together.

            “How about it?” he heard from the passenger seat. “How about what?”

            “Could you tell me more about it?”

            “What your powers?”

            “No, the damn mire… or whatever you called it.” He said. “Oh, I think you’d more properly dub it a ghoul.”

            “I see… so how do you suppose we catch it.”

            “We don’t. I’ll get it and kill it if I can.” He boasted. “If you say so. I think I could destroy something if had the chance to.”

            “I have no question that you could. However, this thing is somewhat of a pain in my a*s. It levitates around and will jump on you if you let it.”

            “Sounds like a m**********r to beat.”

            “Indubitably, and I’m fairly sure that was what toppled you in the woods late the other night.”

            “Really now?” he said facetiously. “uhuhh.”

            “What do you suppose we do about the ghoul or whatever.”

            “It’ll come to us. I know it will.” Trevor said impressively. It was the first time he felt certain about anything in this precocious mess. Time was ticking by. He wrestled with the idea of weakening the thing before its destruction. He gambled that it would happen to take only one shot or blow to defeat. But, getting that in would be a painstaking challenge.

            “How’s it going?” David asked him. He supposed that he saw him brainstorming heavily. Likewise, David looked rather concerned. I think we should take a trip. I haven’t decided where yet though. He waited seconds to speak again. By now it was reproaching to try the same place twice and the hour was going on and on. Steadily he shouldered the thought of finding the thing and then gliding away just as quickly. If only. He marked up a problem that it probably didn’t have a central location, more so that he spread around the central forest and guided itself where it needed to, whenever it felt like it. With sheer momentum he was ready and gassed the car out of the suburbia. He hung over to the main street, once more avoiding parked cars in the dead of night. He was going about fifty down the thirty-five mile an hour road. He went even faster. “Slow down, Trev, You think you’re a damn formula-one driver or somethin’?” Trevor kind-of giggled. He wasn’t in the mind-frame to be amused though. He corrected his maneuvering to allow for a new transition to where he could draw out such a creature. Passively fearing that he could be defeated all over again, he hungered its blood now. It  was the only way he would win against it. “Where are we going?” asked his compatriot. “I’m not entirely sure yet.”

            He drove miles beyond the borders of town before crossing a thick implanted sign that imperviously stood and had likely for ages. He turned down that way without a second guess. “Where is this? Where are you going?” David interrogated him. “I don’t know. I’m just going at this any way I can.”

            “Is that so?” he asked. “I’m sorry. I can’t resume things the way they’ve been going.” Trevor told him. “I’m not aware of what that means.” He responded. “I’m betting that we can get a way to lure it out here if we try.” He concluded.

            “Trev, man, we’re in the middle of nowhere and I think it’s about time we call it a night.”

            “Shhh. Not yet. I’m not finished yet. If I can find out what makes it come out I can warrant a procedure to get it over with.”

            “Why would it matter that you be done with it tonight?”

            “Because, that was the mission the whole time, remember?”

            “Fantastic. But, if you can’t then we have to leave.” He said. “Well, duh. But, neither of us wants to lose. Do we?”

            “Fraid’ so.” He sighed. “Where do we need to go.”

            “I don’t frickin’ know. I’m bout’ to park on the ridge over here and see what I can do.”

           

That was that. Trevor stepped out and put some space between himself and the car at the edge of the road. He was down in the slope of a hillside that left him sought for the area further in where he could get a glimpse of the valley that sat before what was a pond or could be considered a lake. He waited quietly, he could hear the crunching of sticks and leaves beneath David’s feet, he was following up behind him. “Did you lock the car?” he asked without turning to face him. “No.”

            “It’ll be fine. What made you decide to come down here?” he spoke importedly. “I had to follow you. I would not just sit in the car. That’s it really.”

            “Okay.” Trevor confirmed. “How about this. Come over here. I want you to do something.”

            “What? What do you want me to do?”

            “Take your arm and hold it out.” He demanded. “Why?”

            “I need to draw your blood. I think it might work for some reason.” he said. “Why would that do anything. Is this creature attracted to blood or something.”

            “I don’t know, but we’re going to find out.” He replied. Miraculously he had a box-cutter on his set of keys and it would easily make a small incision that would release the right amount of blood.”

            “How bout’ it?” he asked. “What? I thought you were going to do it?”

            “Okay then.” He outstretched his arm and stuck it up his upper bicep and drug it for about two and half inches. It created a nice pool of blood on top of his arm and left enough of a part that it would heal easily. Despite that he was bleeding profusely. It was glorious in a way. Trevor couldn’t help but be beguiled. He made himself stop leering at it and put his eyes ahead at whatever body of water was near him. He focused one more time on his arm, it looked to be in more darkness that before. Most likely a shadow hung over it where he’d moved his arm either in pain or just discomfort, listening closely for anything that might make a sound.

            “What in God’s name do we do now?”

            “I guess we wait. If it would even come out this far.”

            “What makes you think it would?” he asked in a whisper. “I guess it seemed like a reasonable location to get rid of it. It makes me think this is still connected to the woodlands surrounding where we were before, though a long ways off.” He trusted in the blood bait. He had an idea that before he’d scraped his arm on the pavement and was pooling blood out of his arm in specks. It was a reasonable assumption. “Anything in particular you’re keeping an eye out for?”

            “It’s high time we see a glimpse of the way it moves. I can’t get my mind around how he gets around and swoops down at us like that.”

            “It’s probably something it can just do. Like we can run and swim and s**t.”

            “Yeah, that’s probably it.” He stifled a grunt. David must have heard something around the area because he crowed and jumped from where he was kneeling. “What is it?” Trevor said calmly. “What was that?”

            “I don’t know. Did you hear anything?” Trevor heard a crunching of tree branches incredibly far away. Not three seconds later another even closer. He speculated David had heard it too. “Here we go, I think I heard something.”

            “Yeah, I know. I might book it.”

            “Don’t you f*****g run out on me.”

            “What if it kills us!?” he shouted with a hush. “Then you’ll just have to be dead, and so will I.”

            “Goddamn it.” He once again quietly screamed. Trevor moved to the side and got hidden about a log and a few shrubs. David was still where he was before. “You still bleeding out?” he asked him. “Yeah, it’s not dried up.” He answered. They both looked straight ahead and looked upon the land, which was probably not close to where the apparent noises were coming from, that were daunting at a time like this.

            “What do you think it was.” he asked. “I don’t know. Shut and stay still.”

            Trevor could hear something approaching. Not once but twice. In a fling a muffled trampling and suddenly it was right next to him. He cocked his head and saw a rabbit running up over the root of the tree behind him. He could see its dark grey fur reflecting in the moonlight. It cleared low as it whisked itself over the high root and vanished.

            “Wow, wasn’t counting on that.”

            “Counting on what?” David said. But, Trevor didn’t respond. For he was being smashed into the dirt where he sat in the divot underneath the cover of the hillside. He got hit in every place on his epidermis. Losing his sight soon after. David had to have been immaculately startled, and probably hoped Trevor would get up right away. Forlorn, that wasn’t what took place. He was dizzy and sullied by the strike. He lay there in a state of semi-unconsciousness. If it was soon that he came to. He was nonplussed by the reaction. It wasn’t until he did manage to see that he saw a blurred flurry of grass and sticks go flying his way. He could hear David yelling and flouting about, probably avoiding ending up in Trevor’s condition. Trevor is battered and is slack to get up. He tries to rise, stunned he cannot. Worried about David somewhere in the inner workings of his mind, he can’t seem to find the strength to get up. He functions slowly, moving to the side and rolling over, writhing to get his bearings while he straggled along the ground. He crawled up the trunk of the tree and clung to it, he couldn’t consciously process another action. He hugged it tight in some sort of retarded or infantile soothing means, extremely effective though. The blur started to fade and reposed himself to a crouching position and trying to balance himself so he could stand up. Staring at the soft ground grasping dry dirt in his right hand. He couldn’t think of what he was doing or where he was. He hangs over a large root on the other side of the tree and spots David running for his life through the trees. He spans over the gnarled wood and makes his way to his feet. Never had he been so dazed from being struck before. Harping on the fact that he remained in a state of helplessness, he walks toward the clearing in front of him and stumbles. He sees flares of movement and breaking of branches and then he saw David running by motioning for him. All over again he was bowled over by some invisible force. Though this time he stood immediately, it was like he was knocked back into his perspective. Perceiving this as an advantageous development he synched a way for him to get over to his friend without being seen. Furtively he moved behind a row of trees and hid behind the one he stopped at. David was being attacked and if he didn’t act, they would lose for sure. Nice timing for him for things to become clear.

           

Out of the ordinary, he saw a piece of bark get scraped off a tree. A fracture caused by a disembodied person. This was the stage he should go for it. He was going to try to locate it. He flipped on time-stop and looked out in amazement. He couldn’t believe the scene around him. He saw the enemy in a heartbeat. It was floating immensely fast across the wooded plain. It made for an awful sight. It wouldn’t be easy to stop. If he could at all. Halting something moving at that speed could rip him apart or just kill him instantly. He strewn his vision over to the corner of his horizon and noticed a clump of dirt that sat far off in the distance. No time to spare. Unstapling the effects of time-stop and sprinting to the outside of the geotic mass he’d pointed out. He opened up into going as fast as he could run and stunted out and stuck himself behind it. Not only was this a massive vantage point, but he understood if he could draw it to him, it would be the best and maybe the one way he could handle things. He waited many seconds, over half a minute, and flashed his ocular supplement one more time. He saw nothing. But, that was a useful observance as well. He turned it off again and made an obnoxious sound like a bird and layed himself flat before his meager buttress. It didn’t make for much of an attraction, but he prayed it would work. Like just now, he made the call again, this time activating his powers again, only to see it flying in front of him, dangling there. Teasing him like it was only opting itself to kill him because it felt like it. Trevor prepared himself for the deliverance, it would have to be timed perfectly, just like last time, only much more intentional. He gathered his mind’s eye and created a clash of energy in his hand according to plan. He understood that if he missed he would be the victim of another strike, this time maybe for good. In a chaotic interference, he let time go freely again and shoved out his hand. He knew he’d already energized and thought he knew he already had it. Trevor’s body was cast feet away from the earthly mound he was using as a diversion. He made it just far enough to the left of his opponent that it only slugged him into a grassy bank. He picked his head up and shelled himself there, he saw a dissipating cloak that had flown by careen into the ground at rigorous speeds. Trevor looked up and saw David standing on top of the embankment. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The figure was being evaporated slowly as it started to try to disappear and get out of its state of paralysis. Meanwhile, Trevor was in his own. He’d forgotten that it did that. To get a better view of what he did, he began to sit up but couldn’t. Though he could tell it had been eaten away by what David had done to it. Presumptuously shot it with his own sway.