The Imp

Chapter 77: The Imp

 

 

 

 

            Trevor hoisted himself out of his car again. He couldn’t feel his legs, they were asleep. He may have even dozed off there for a bit without realizing it. There were tiny gnats and mosquitos pecking at his face. He swatted them off and lit a cigarette to drive them off with and just to smoke it. He was beginning to feel less nervous and more indifferent to what had gone on. He flattened his hand against the side of the car and rested his back too. He couldn’t believe what could do that kind of damage. He got in once more and buckled his seatbelt. He felt okay after getting the fresh air and he plummeted back into his headrest replaying the incident in his head. He couldn’t wait to get home, but he had to secure the place where it occurred and make sure the one victim was doing well. He opened the window and looked out at the field that was vast and unchanging. It was like the one constant place that ever was. Trevor sullied and got out of the car, unzipped and peed in the tall grass. He couldn’t hold it any longer. He raised his zipper and rebuttoned. As he was fixing his belt back, he could hear steps in the tall cat tails that were grown up next to him. They folded out when someone got out of their envelopment. He turned interminably slowly and almost repissed himself before facing the back of where he’d just been standing. Trevor had seen his life flash before his eyes, but relaxed when he saw it was Don and he had a fairly uniform expression and stride. He qui8t walking about six feet away and put both arms behind his back. Trevor backed away a little bit. He wasn’t sure what to think. He hadn’t seen him in quite some time. He looked past this after many moments of enclosed thought. Trevor looked at his phone clock. It posted two forty-nine a.m. He knew it was imperceptibly late, which is why he relieved himself first before stepping into the household. “I know you witnessed went on over there in the parking lot.” He mentioned. “Well, yeah, now that you mention it.” He said grisly. “What was it? What happened to that car?” he asked. “I don’t know. All of a sudden it got struck. I don’t know by what though.”

            “I have no goddamn information on what that might be either, and I can’t look like a moron without first figuring that out. If you don’t find out by the next few weeks I might have to stop this farce myself and with that you.” Trevor quivered. “I… don’t think I quite know what you mean by that.”

            “That’s the whole point.”

            “I’m sure I can find out in due-time.”

            “I hope so. I hadn’t accounted for whatever is going on now.”

            “You got me there as well.” He said. “There was a brief-silence.”

            “Any ideas on what I should do now?”

            “Yeah, don’t meet me out here unless you have a damn good reason.” he vanished before his eyes. “Ugh… this is getting tedious.” He still didn’t get a grasp on what flew from the air and toppled that police vehicle. He wasn’t extremely tangled up it now, but he understood his best choice would be to go home and get some rest when he could. No incumbent farewells from his this time. It could be seen as a reparture from his own credence of being. He nodded and then fled from the scene to sleep and await new orders. He woke and ingratiated himself with the new daylight. He underwent the ritual of merriment and a blank schedule. There wasn’t much left to depart besides this last persona as far as he knew. He went to the file cabinet and checked his family records, then turned to the news station to sentient himself. He needed a devisor to work out how to proceed with the day. It wasn’t much, but he thought he grasped a foreseeable way to get to this last enemy. He knew like before that it was like lightning and he could devise a way to grab its attention and come down on a piece of land where he could make it miss and wind up analyzing its trajectory and where it was coming from. He knew this sprite slash angel whatever it was, was here to bury him. But, he couldn’t be sure of where it was located and what its area of reception was. He would need all the intercessors to get it. Why? He didn’t know. But, his ultimate goal was to banish the demons and keep the world at a complacent standing before he was done. The risk of dying was immense, although he couldn’t keep his head in the game all by himself. He tried to ignore the idea of falling apart and being torn open by hellish minions or warlike angelic members before the salvation. It couldn’t be helped, he had foes all around and he couldn’t get around that. Trevor moved to the kitchen. He now had five for the six intercessors though highly unskilled one’s besides David and one didn’t actually know how to do anything right away. Which was uncomforting. Trevor basked in the morning light in confusion and annoyance. He made for the CD player and got dressed. He busted through the back of the closed door in his bathroom looking for the pair of jeans he was wearing last night. It wasn’t hard to find.

            He brushed his hair and teeth and called Jamie. He got an answer, though it wasn’t really what he was trying to hear. Walking up his driveway in ten minutes. The doorbell sounded like a familiar melody, it was strange to him because he hadn’t recalled heard it do that before. He cast out this remission and coaxed himself into thinking it was because he usually knocked, and this was one of those few times he had not. Otherwise, he would’ve easily ignored the sequence of notes and awaited his emergence. He was taking a very long time to get out of the house and Trevor was getting ready to go back and sit in the car. He went to the back yard and noticed they’d begun building a deck there. He wondered what it was for. At that, who was doing the building. Jamie smashed out the back door on the verge of coughing with a vacuum cleaner in one hand and the other over his mouth. Along with an entire civilization’s worth of dust. It was all over his clothes and he was wearing a layered polyester work shirt. The only thing that was missing was one of those mouth guards nurses wore on him.

            “Wha…” he said. “Hey there, guy.” Trevor giggled. It was a whimsical demonstration. “What are you doing today?” Trevor asked. “I was planning on running to the supercenter and coming back here. What about you?” he disclosed. “I don’t know. Weird stuff went down last night. I’m not in diagnosis to decide what to do about it.”

            “Sounds serious.” He retorted. “You headed anywhere?”

            “I was thinking about checking out Eastboro tonight. I saw there was a show going on up there.”

            “Ah, man, I’m not really into getting into things like that.”

            “Really? I could maybe spot you the ticket money. I could use you there if something does come about.”

            “No, I’m not into socializing like that.” He said. “Have you tried asking David? Where’s he went?”

            “I dunno. I could try calling him later. Is there anything you’d like to do right now?”

            “Most likely go to the supercenter and get some stuff.”

            “Mmmm… sound boring. So, I can count you out for this one?”

            “I guess you could say that.”

            “Alright. Be careful.” He told him.. “Will do.” Trevor left with a feeling of hollowness. It couldn’t be determined by words. More like waiting for something while doing nothing. Though you’d do anything to recover that something. Bitter and extraneous.