The Ne’er-Do-Well

Chapter 76: The Ne’er-Do-Well

 

 

 

 

Trevor went to check out the damage on the vehicle in the morning, he didn’t want to anyone to notice or even rouse suspicion. He locked the doors and then saw the indention in the top-side that was from the hit last night. It wasn’t much, he didn’t see much problem with it, the blemish it left was slight and could easily pop-out at any time. He opened up the door and sat down in the driver’s seat for a spell. He couldn’t wait to get out of here once more. If he could reach Jamie he might be able to find some more assistance. He called but only got rings. He may be sleeping, or he could very well have deflected him forever. Which wouldn’t be sufficient for the adventure ahead. He flung the phone into the cup holder and eyed the time, two-twenty p.m. He looked through his phone and sprung out the number for the one Alex and gave him a phoning. He didn’t take much time to answer. When he did, Trevor asked if he could meet with him. He said he was playing music right now and he was welcome to host anyone. “What was the formalities on socializing these days?” Trevor asked himself. He rode over there to find exactly what he was told. They were playing songs in the garage and rocking hard. It made for a production to behold. There were also others standing around, three to be exact. Trevor stood contentedly until they were done. He went to talk to Alex, the only one he knew for now and asked what he’d been up to. After a while, they ran through their songs another time and Trevor raised his fist in the air because he liked their vox. Their set came and went and he really just talked to Alex for a spout and he leaned in to whisper to him. “What if I said that you had even better talents than what you’re doing here?”

“What are you talking about?” he retorted hushed. “I’m saying that I have greater power than making music. I have the most thrilling achievements you could possibly fathom. All I need is your allegiance.” He told him.. “Yeah.. Uh, what does that consist of.”

“Well, I guess you’d say it’s like being in charge of how safe the world is and how it turns out.” He said. “Oh.” His eyes went wide. “I’d have to think about that.”

“Get on that.” Trevor said. “Who’s that guy over there?” he asked with curiosity. “Oh, that’s Simon. He’s kinda iffy.” Alex said. “What do you mean by that?”

“He just kinda loafs around, but he loves the music and spends mass amounts of time playing it. It’s like he’s never not listening to music.”

“Very interesting.” He said. “Yeah…”

“You should introduce me.” He proposed. “Alright. That’s cool with me.”

 

“What do you do?” halfway into the conversation he asked the Simon character. “Sell knives.” He replied. “How so?” he asked. “Through this little known company on the north side.” Trevor knew the area he was talking about. “I have a proposition for you, and Alex as well. Will you hear me out?” He nodded. “What do you say to coming to help me, um… compact some things?”

“Like with a trash compactor?” he asked. “Yeah, like that.” He said. “Mkay. Those things are neat.” He agreed. “Alright. Now we’re cookin’.” He said enthusiastically, but with a private voice. He had a feeling that these two were the necessary ones.

It could’ve had something to do with the energy, or whatever else there is the phoenix was rattling about. Like it was something you could understand and feel. Maybe he’d inherited the power from engulfing that feather. These were the rest of Trevor’s thoughts when he left the garage. For the time being he wasn’t super concerned with how to go about leading them to the last formal enemy, if he or she was the final antithesis. He’d been told it was a he. Trevor brunted the guilt of deceiving them for now, he didn’t have the strength to tell them what he really wanted from them. He predicted he’d have to retrieve the necklaces and they would fore-go the protocol of losing cognizance for a minute and then splooging black hurl. It was an embarrassingly batty procedure and took about the time it took to s**t. As farfetched as everything he did sounded, Trevor had the audacity and the committal to carry out these quests. The sky started to dim and Trevor was ready to drive home soon. He looked at Alex and verified if he was properly sold on leaving out tonight and if he’d confirm that Simon was. Already he felt nervous, they openly thought that he was bringing them to crush trash in some sort of exposition. He would have to find some way to keep them esteemed. Sitting in his car, he had a ravishing feeling of deluded responsibility. He didn’t think twice about turning it on and waiting. Checking his face in the mirror and cracking his neck, essentially looking as impatient as possible. He comprehended that if he didn’t retain these two he would have a slim chance of getting to where he needed to be without any danger of being searched for and destroyed. Trevor placed his hand on his hip and brought a cigarette to his lips. He smoked it with a vogue of obscenity in the respectable family home driveway. For whatever reason he couldn’t get to them, because they had compiled all the way on the other side of the wet grass. Trevor felt like a foreign in this gathering.

            Alex and Simon were moving over to his car. “Are we coming with you or what?” Alex asked and Simon looked at him vacantly but very much on the same page. “If you want to you can hop in. If you want to follow me that’s alright too.” He told them. “Trevor… listen… uh, why do you want us to go with you so badly?”

            “Because I need to show you some stuff, It’ll be incredible, c’mon.”

            “I guess so, we’ll do it. Let’s move Simon.”

            “That’s the spirit.” Trevor thought as he pulled to the exit of the driveway. They got into Alex’s car and got right behind him. Trevor loosened his grip on the wheel and turned it with a slide to the left and flew down the freeway to the intersection and blistered down the highway to the central economic district and moved into a lot at an enormous apartment complex. He made his way into a good place and faltered for them to catch up. He opened up the door and went to the back of his car so they could spot him easily. In three minutes or less they rounded the corner where he had moved in. He made it much easier to explain to them what they were doing. Basically, they were running through a trial of ordinary containment of destruction. He told them they’d be smushing stuff in a economy style compactor. Though, he never told them where or what. That was when they walked down to the side of a large building with a shiny new paving and went to the part undisclosed from the street. He pushed in a doorway and said, “Come on in, boys.” Why he wasn’t sure, but with his offer they asked shan’t they not be going in this place, and he told them this was where the machine was and they had to get in if they wanted to do this. So they strolled on in. He placed his foot on the doorstop and pushed to the side with the inside of his feet and the flexion of his ankle. Not one hundred seconds later they were on the second story in a ridiculously open workspace and he looked around at all the computers that were there.

            “Okay man, where’s the garbage crusher?” he said. “There isn’t one. You’re the garbage crushers.” He told them with elegance. “Huh? What?”

            “I mean to say that you’re both the destroyers of, well, anything.”

            “Elaborate.” Simon said unenthusiastically. “What I’m saying is, you have the powers beyond your comprehension.”

            “Do we? How do we? How is it that we do? Why do you think that we do?” Alex asked. “I just know. Now show me what you can do.” He told them. “Uhm, what?”

            “Bust some of the equipment in here without touching anything.” He said. “Do you suppose that we could feasibly do that?” he responded. “I guess so. If you think that you have the balls.” Trevor said.

            “You say we can bash these computers and tear them apart with our bodies without touching them.”

            “I’m not entirely sure. One of you might require connection with the system to destroy it.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe I think you can just pull out some kind of magical power and incinerate one of these desks with the computer on it.”

            “Go right ahead and try.” He commanded. “Okay.” They said. “I got nothin’.” Alex said and gave up. “and you?” he addressed Simon. “Can’t.” he said. “Well, let’s see.” Try these. He threw two of the necklaces at him. He’d forgotten he’d shoved the whole back in the glove compartment that day and got it when he left the car earlier.

            “What do we do put them on?” he solicited. “Yes.” Put them on. They both pulled them over their heads and put them on. He took a step back and gave them their space for a couple seconds. They began to unwind and heave on the floor, sprawling out and puking black stew. He allowed them to get up and clean themselves off. Then wiped their mouths and fixed their shirts. He made it several minutes until he got intensely annoyed. “Go now. I want to see what you can do.” He stated. He saw them look at the floor struggling to breathe. “How do you expect us to?”

            “One of you use what you can or I’m getting out of here.”

 

            The dunderheaded couplet stood there staring and then glared at the computer. The first one to attempt pushed one good time with his fist and shook it around. He bumped the table and almost lost control of himself. The second looked at the computer and scratched his head. He took his eyes off of it. The first hadn’t figured out how to do anything. The second leaned in and squinted at the computer box and looked down. A ray shot out of his eyeballs and onto the side of the desk, hitting it and tearing the frame apart. Cutting the wires and erratically moving around depleting the integrity of the entire piece of furniture and the system. Trevor’s mouth was wide open. Though it paled in comparison to his own energy, at least this had the ability to reach past arm’s length. He took a look at the clump of lacerated parts and the burning heap that was the computer. Trevor moved throughout the room, checking out the amount of equipment lost. It wasn’t much, someone would absolutely detect it though. If he cleaned it up or not. “Outstanding.” He said. “Good work.” he told Simon.

            “What the hell? What was that?” he asked. “I guess what you’re power is?”

            “My power? Why on Earth would I have any?”

            “Because I showed you that they could be given to you.” He said. “That makes sense. But, where does that leave us.”

            “With a positive projection for our future.” He explained. Then left the room. They began to follow him down the stairs. “Where are we going now?”

            “I don’t know. We should probably call it a night.”

            “You betcha.” He responded. “You, you’ll have to organize your abilities on your own time.”

            “How the f**k do I do that?” he shouted. “Hold on! Where are you going?” The door closed hard behind Trevor, the guy must’ve thought he’d run off. They burst out after him and ran to their car. “So he has eye lasers and I have nothing?”

            “Yeah, for now. I guess that’s just the roll of the dice” he said. “Alright.” He subsided.

            “Time to get out of here.” Trevor thought. “Hold on..”

 

He was having trouble getting his door open. He picked up his side panel off the ground. “Strange.”

 

            “Oh damnit.” He was rustling and bustling around in his pants and jacket. He couldn’t find the keys anywhere. He finally reached in the back pocket of his jeans. “Ah. Got em’.” He reassured. The two buddies had gone by now. “I should get out of here now.” he quandaried. They no doubt left in a hurry after that incident. The next one was inevitably coming. It was a question of when. If he could figure out a way to predict when that would be it would be magnificent. Like he did with the two recruits. That was not something he was familiar with though, if at all possible. It was getting late, the eveningtime had merged into the midnight. He vetoed for the quickest route home and rummaged around in the compartment for a second looking for CDs. Trevor took the turn at the light to get off the backstreets and hung around for the neighborhood center on the right. He extended and fastened his seatbelt in a second when he saw a police car sitting at the carwash next to him while he was passing it. He wanted to go get a beer or four, but hadn’t planned on doing that. It was only on a whim that he knew he had no urgency of time and the money for it. Trevor urged himself to stay cool and park in the front section next to the grocery store. Before he knew it the cop car had honed in on him and rushed in after him. He awaited the approach. Trevor turned slowly and rolled down the window. He policeman opened his passenger window.

            “What’re you doing? Don’t you know all of this is closed at this time?” he said. “No, I wasn’t aware. I thought the Kay-mart was still open. I was trying to get something to drink tonight.” He told him.. “Well, it’s not. The bar over there might be about to close. You could make it if you hurry.” He said. “I actually wasn’t talking about alcohol, but I might just do that.” He replied. “Alright. Have a safe night.” He drove away. Trevor started to scooch-on-over to the bar. He knew the one he was talking about. Then as the cop was pulling out of the faculty, his car was unusually hammered into the concrete where it sat at the outlet and popped into the air, turned upside down and landed somewhere near the curb. He couldn’t handle what he was seeing. He moved to a far-dark corner and pulled over. He watched vividly, as the cruiser baste and crashed into junk from coming back down and broke away from where it was prepared to turn. Trevor leaned out the window of his own car and looked at the pinched vehicle as the man inside tried to climb out and head outside of the parking lot. He likely didn’t know what else to do besides get away from the flipped car. He swung around the back of the store and moved out the other side, he didn’t know what happened and really didn’t want to know. But, he went back to look again anyway. He couldn’t see anything abnormal other than the car and the policeman on his radio. He shouldn’t let himself be seen, because he wouldn’t want that kind of wrap on him. However, the event certainly aroused bad vibes. Trevor stepped in to the corner of the chain and peered around the corner of a column, looking for whatever could be there. He sorted the items in his pockets and got back in the car. Driving down the street, he settled at the parking place where he first met Don. Then steadied himself to calm down. He couldn’t think or even react because he didn’t know what had caused the direct attack on the police car he’d observed. Trevor sat patiently, wondering when he would go home and what he would do next. He didn’t want to make any sudden moves because he couldn’t chance that happening to him. Surely if something was able to do that to that car then it was possible it could see him as well.