The Disappearance of Jamie Martin

Chapter 69: The Disappearance of Jamie Martin

 

 

 

 

By the time he’d reached the street corner, there was an abundance of people moving around. From cars, to rigs, to students around town. He didn’t know which direction to go in, determining which crosswalk he should take. He looked back toward the park, nothing. There was no one in the entire piece of land. There was no sense in starting off to the other side of the city. He wouldn’t find anything there. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t have an even flow of what he should do. Sporting his collared shirt he took it off and reopened their car door and threw it inside. He sprinted off to his car and waited for a short duration. Picking up the phone again and calling him. In luck he picked up.

“Hello?” he said. “Hey.” Jamie said in a measly voice. “Where are you?” Trevor asked morbidly. He wanted to know as soon as possible. “I’m down here on the far-side of the park. We were trying to find the school on foot when Laurie vanished. I can’t don’t see her anywhere and she told me she was going to go in this one building to see if it was the school. “Are you absolutely sure?” he asked. “Yea, she was up there and then she was just gone. What are you doing?” I’m up in the college. You’re nowhere near it by the way. I’m coming down there.”

“Alright, see you in a minute.” Trevor scrambled to get off the phone and hauled a*s to where he said he was. He knew he meant the one side Trevor hadn’t gone to yet. That was of course, if Jamie were still there when he got there. With time to spare, he found his buddy at the bottom of hill. The flat-plane hot in the open area, Trevor looked around and then asked him, “What’s the malfunction?”

“Malfunction? This is an emergency!” he yelled. “I got that, but where did she go?”

“Up to that place there.” He pointed out. A wide sublet that was obviously part of some research facility. He chewed off at the bit in his brain as he proceeded to make speculations about things.

“Do you think she got kidnapped by someone?” he asked collectedly. “I don’t know! How would you know? Do you know something about this?” he was irate. Trevor sunk in to where he was standing. He wasn’t sure how to advise in the situation. He paused and then Jamie grabbed hold of him and punched him in the mouth. Trevor tumbled backward and fell into a group of shrubs. It made for an awful scene. He picked himself back up. “What was that for?”

“Well my girl is missing and you brought us here!” he shouted. “I’m sorry. I don’t have the faintest idea why she would have disappeared.”

“She has�"and I doubt you can fix that anyhow.” He told him.. “I guess it’s up to me and you to find her regardless.” He said in a reasonable way. “How the f**k do you propose we do that?”

“I’ve no more thoughts about that then you do.” He said. “Impossible.” He screamed with a bellow. “Let’s get going.” Trevor said. He stared up at the construction and made his steps up there. Not a moment too soon. He heard two voices talking briskly somewhere. It was strange, he couldn’t pinpoint where they were coming from, but as the time flowed, so did a better accumulation of where it might be. He stuck his head in the door after pushing on the fastener and rung it from side-to-side. It didn’t appear as though there were people in either of the two hallways, though it must’ve been in here.  He ducked past the door as it closed behind him. Unnoticeably, Jamie was peeking in the window while Trevor crept inside. While he made it halfway up the stairs, the voices sounded like they were right near him. He shouldered himself against the wall when he reached the peak staircase, around the shadowed room. There were lots of computers in there and when he looked around with a slight perception of what was in there. The two men stood there with his and her friend sitting in a chair blindfolded. It didn’t seem she was restrained. I guess they felt no need for that. For the time it took to get over there Trevor had a feeling that they could give her death before he could make it. It made things rather frantic and he was incapable of leaving without her. Now he would have to kill them as he conceptualized how to. In the time it took to perceive things like this, he’d already brandished his mainstay power and clung to the wall in the initial entry point to the room. He pushed himself into the body of the first man and kicked him against a set of computers. The second he kicked too, but he didn’t budge. He just yanked Laurie out of her seat and swiped a computer off the desk and plumped her onto it. Trevor stammered at his strength and fluttered when he saw the other one he’d attacked had smashed his face into the computer screen and fallen onto the floor. Who knows if he was dead. As he thought about what to do next the main guy punched him in the neck and Trevor started gasping and choking. He might’ve even regurgitated a bit and couldn’t envisualize where he was at. Something told him the man would be coming at him again so he sauntered and dropped to the floor thinking a hit would come flying at him. He was beginning to have better sight, when he heard a confounded voice coming from the front of the room. It was Jamie�"he could tell�"he didn’t have to process it further to know that, and it didn’t take long for the voice to become irascible with panic when he was assailed by the one who’d confronted Trevor.

Trevor rose and rushed over to the target and kicked him in the back of the calf diagonally. It forced him to flinch with turbulence, Jamie plowed into his cheek with a tremendous punch. The oppositional staggered and fell. Jamie looked as if he’d been hit a few times. By now, Laurie had taken off the blindfold and had perched a few desks back guarding herself and geared to flee. Trevor took the first guy and put him out of his misery. He vanquished him and he turned into dust. The big guy had just fallen down and convulsed misshapenly over and over. He wondered what he could do to wake him up. Part of him just wanted to get this over with. Then he struck him and his eyes opened. The other two were watching in fright as Trevor opened his mouth forcefully and asked him where he came from and what he was doing. “I’ll never tell you was all that left his mouth.” A poor sport it seemed. This left Trevor angry and confused. He didn’t want to take him out without first gathering some information. So he let him sit there in a hold while he held his glowing hand over his head and threatened him manically for another minute and a half.

“What is it you’re after? What are you looking for?”

“We were looking for the one called Trevor.” He said. “I am Trevor. What did you want with me?”

“Our leader told us to take you in and we were going to feast on your heart and lungs and all your muscle tissue. I get starving thinking about it.”

“Why do you want to eat me out of all people?” he asked. “We know you’re the son of the first king and it’s said that if you eat him you gain his power to give life. Among other practices.”

Trevor kind of waned in confidence. He thought for a moment and questioned him. “Do you work for Bruce?”

“Bruce is our leader.”

“�'and where is he now?”

“At the music hall gathering, it’s the team of the demons who wish to return to life.” He said. “That explains a lot. C’mon we gotta go.” He said to Jamie. “Wait, what are you going to…” the undead spoke as Trevor punished him with a final lynching blow that left him on liquefied into the floor with no remainder. “Trevor, what was all that?” Jamie asked. Laurie looked petrified. It came as no surprise that Jamie didn’t know what Trevor could actually do, despite being convincing when showing him the altered state of energy, and the mastery of it.

“Really! I want to know what that was. Won’t you tell me right now? Was it that you killed that guy?”

“Yeah, for sure. Though, he was already dead.” He said. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that he was undead, as in living dead, though their group told me themselves that they were demons just brought back in their correct bodies.”

“Is that for real?” was his next question. “For real.”

            “Where are we going?” he asked. “I’ll tell you over the phone. Follow me.” He jammed into the car and they met and drove out in a duo. After cruising through every upscale tall building and business complex, he made it out of the cluster to a more particularly shoddy part of the city. It didn’t have the sheen of the mainstay of the city. Its bulk had ridden down for God knows how long and part of him felt it was a place he didn’t wish to see. Trevor curved left just before a large bridge that ran over a highway. As he made along parallel to the highway, he fought his way out to where the venue he was months ago. It didn’t take a long time to direct himself at it. This time he stopped among the a*s end of it, behind a dumpster and a bad looking door that probably wouldn’t open. Next to the side he broke in the last time. That was when he called Jamie. He saw that he’d tried to have been reached once. He instantly returned the call.

            “Where you at?” he grumbled.  Sure enough, there was no one coming up on Trevor. He sighed and looked in the rearview mirror and said, “On the right-back side of the venue underneath the storm-drains. “Where the f**k is that?” he said in a bit of a bewilderment. He was genuinely unsure. Trevor moaned again, holding the phone away from his ear this time. “Did you turn at the overpass?” he asked. “No. I was thinking you were going to some other highway or something. What’re you doing at a concert place?”

            “This is the place where I’m looking for more bad guys, they seemed to think I wouldn’t come looking around here again. But, they’re going to be in for it, if there’s still any left.”

            “You can’t be serious right now, are you really going to…” Trevor dropped the call. He hoped Jamie would find his way here. He intended on leaving the stage cleared. Somehow fear set in as he prepped to bust through the wooden door again. He wasn’t even certain how it was broken yet. That’s when it hit him�"What if the occupants really had nothing of interest to him?�"it was an unsettling deduction. A cloud of uneasiness fell over him. He had a premonition that there would be no benefit other than cleaning the world of an extra fellowship of demons, or whatever they thought they were. Before he knew it he’d already shoulder pressed the door, it swung right open and smacked dab on the floor where it had. He mostly grimaced and got back to his feet. Hundreds of spider-webs lined the ceiling of the place. “Was this the way it was before?” it seemed more run-down than before. It was disconcerting to know he couldn’t tell the difference. This area did seem more olden than the others, but he couldn’t help feeling like it was something else. Trevor hatched something�"What if there wasn’t actually any of them here�"it wouldn’t matter anyway, less work for him to do. He started pounding up the ramp and hugging the walls tight so he wouldn’t be seen before he could get to an advantageous point. Sure enough there was many of them sitting in the pews of the main hall, waiting for their conductor to speak. He was writing on a podium, and must’ve been there for a while, because he looked disgruntled with what he was doing. Long enough for him to reach cover on the balcony, he counted off heads to be seventeen. That had to be the culmination of their numbers. Trevor was pleased with himself. The only problem was if Jamie would arrive. He huddled under the railing of the balcony again and considered what his options were. For one, he couldn’t sneak up on them downstairs, or take the ramp he came in on and go at them from the left. If he didn’t move soon, he’d be trapped up there for the amount of time it took for them to complete their meeting. He positively did not want that. The results of the strike he took when he was on the other side of the city were wearing him out. He’d have to figure out a way to recharge himself without making a sound, if they’d even hear him up here. Wishing there was a better way to reach Jamie for the moment at hand. “A text message, of course!” he breathed. He typed a quick request that he be outside the door of the theater. If the feeling of safety didn’t dwindle then it did now.

            Trevor, facing with his back turned to the hall and its occupants. The head of all undead’s voice boomed through the wide walls of the room. Almost in succession, Trevor got a new text. He read it swiftly as the man began the talk from the front of the stage. That unencumbered, loud, but teeming voice that filled the room with harsh tones. He glared at the phone screen while trying to block out his opening sentences. Jamie said he’d missing the place and was coming back around. He couldn’t ignore the overhead of the sound carrying through the ceiling. Even if he wasn’t attempting to pay attention to what he was spouting off about. Trevor’s phone glew bright in the dim upstairs setting. He didn’t’ know if it shown or not so he let it drop back into his pocket and listened in on what was being said.

            “It begins today, a new way of life after death. We shall not begin with being born anew, but with indulging in the transformation back to humanity. Once the one that belongs to the head of the first king is in our clutches, he will be consumed in orderly fashion then life will be granted to us again.” He continued speaking. Trevor already knew this but it still gave him an irrefutably queasy feeling. A nullifying permeance blazed its way to him and he couldn’t feel the threads of his nerves. He poked his head out onto the spectacle. The conspirators looked calm and refute. They all had a delegated eye on their minister. He lamented that he couldn’t be captured at whatever the cost. There was no other choice. He was counting on Jamie being outside the front doors. What was he to do? The speech went on.

            “Before I get to the next step of our arrangements, I’d love to bring to your attention that our bodies are decaying at a faster rate than the last epoch.”

            “The last?” he wondered. “What could that truly mean?” he couldn’t fathom.

            “Now, when we have the son of the first king he shall be ignited with hellfire and put out with the blood of a demoness. This will relinquish his powers whether he’s willing to or not. This will be the ritual for preparation. We will then gorge on his ligaments and entrails until everyone’s had their fill. Any questions? Objections?” A resounding no was the probable answer to that. No one had said anything. He was skeptical about that. It didn’t matter at this point though. If their plan did indeed succeed it’d clash with what he needed to do. He doubted these guys cared if the world were altered in an undesirable form, or destroyed all together. That and he didn’t want to get eaten. Trevor supposed that if he could kill three, then annihilating that many would be a cakewalk. He was getting better and better at fighting. It wouldn’t be too far off to say he could soon take on someone big. If situation arose. Trevor leaned in to get a placement on all the members of this shindig. He put on time-stop and sputtered down the stairs. Taking the time to carefully close the door before moving in. Then thought, “What if..”

            He lurked in on one sitting there listening closely. Trevor pushed him with his hand open and energized. “Hmm…” he started cackling madly. He did it to a few more, then more, then more and more, and finally the couple in the first row. “F**k yes.” He said. “What’re you going to do now Brucey?” He turned-off time-stop and halted there. In the mid-section of the right-half of the first row, he stood gazing out at the ensemble. It wasn’t until he was creeped to death that he raised his eyelids and realized he was left totally open. A copious amount of eyes planted themselves on him from their seats. Trevor had been marked. “Well, speaking of which! I guess our guest of honor has elected himself to be present!” said the top-dog from his standing. It hadn’t worked! “How could this be so?” he thought aghast. He wouldn’t know, he’d never tested it before. That wasn’t entirely true, it did in a different dimension, but this time it did not.

            Like so many other’s Trevor had failed by a pathetic turn-around and an over-countenance of his skills. The synopsis was that he was artfully fucked. Being so, he still had a chance of escape. But, he didn’t know if he should. Could he really take on all these guys? That was something he couldn’t be sure of. For all he knew they would have a trick up their sleeve or some kind of trump card. The odds were too great a risk. Weighing the options would take time, time he didn’t have. “What say you young Trevor?” asked the imperially deranged man. Trevor shook and then spoke out. “I’d wager that” he paused, “You’re all dead.” Trevor tossed himself into the one next ot him and mashed his hand into the side of his face decimating it wholly. The next set got out of their seats, as did the rest. Trevor hopped onto the seat-backing and beveled himself. If he couldn’t get to them he’d just let them come to him. The closest one leaped at him, trying to get his leg. He punched him in the face and his face melted into the lower part of his head. The second loosened his posture and made for both Trevor’s legs, he seized his neck and he withered away like a dying plant-form. He became brute. Bloodthirsty and unadmissive, he didn’t know how to quit and probably shouldn’t think too much about it. The next few he simply ran to and got ahold of them. It was easy as he’d felt it would be. Mostly severing their hearts, it was the easiest place to grab ahold of in a split second besides the head. Trevor moved to another row and forced a group of them to move around the pews and surround him. Before he could think, one he hadn’t accounted for nabbed him from behind.

            Trevor bucked and kicked voraciously, not stopping to see if others were closing in. He broke one arm free, somehow undead didn’t have the grip of a fully-fleshed human and crushed its face in, disintegrating to the ground. Droving over the edge the row as he barely evaded one getting near to him. It couldn’t have been seconds before a couple more had gotten to the ends of this row. He touched for the same one again and destroyed it. He didn’t want to the pull the same thing twice, so decisively he tackled the one on the outer-end and blew it to pieces. Running far-off into the back section, waiting for the remainder to approach, he stiffened and braced against the arm of the chair and hunted down the one on the inside that was bundling towards him. He wavered and then leaned over the row and caught one by the shirt. It curdled when he reduced it to ash and he sprinted off behind a pillar. It was getting monotonous and tiring him out. There was the leader standing on the edge of the stage staring directly at him, and there were four more cronies waddling around hoping to trap him. He’d never misused the energy healing or reenergizing at any battle. He didn’t know if he could afford to use something like that right now. That and he had a bad tendancy to keep his offensive turned on. He looked down at his right hand. It glew menacingly in the dark foreground. It didn’t matter if he expended all his energy, just not until he got out of here. That was the predicament. He needed to deliver what this Bruce guy had coming, if not now then after he dealt with the last four. It was implicit that he cease this here and now. Two of them had gotten close before he acknowledged it. They were coming from around the pillar. They looked jumbled and penetrable. Bruce was up there examining the two and hawking at Trevor. He circled around clockwise and tore the two undead to shreds. The one tracing his every movement’s expression hadn’t changed. Trevor bolted to acquisition the other two, he took them out easy-enough and on to their eternity. Trevor looked back at the stage, he wasn’t there. He’d gotten out somehow. Trevor couldn’t picture how he would. He screamed when a leftover snatched his leg and he stepped on its head. That was the first he’d killed without use of his light. He shuddered and walked-off to the main doors. He heard a large bursting sound. Like a large part of the building had fallen down. It had, everything above the stage crashed and broke down, into the stage. It all caved-in.

            An indecipherable sound. A beep perhaps? The back of the stage on the right exploded. He got out of the way of flying bricks and mortar and starting running away �" smacking his hands on the giant doors and tossing them open. He kept running out of the glass doorway and into Jamie’s car, cramming himself inside.

“Take me around.” He demanded.