The Seer

Chapter 78: The Seer

 

 

 

 

            There he went again, leaving someone behind. Actually, he had resigned the offer, but to be accurate he did have the desire to go out tonight, and so did David. His accomplice. He needs someone else to take over duties like transportation for the evening, because he didn’t know if he’d make it all the way there with the battering he’d been taking lately. It was wearing on him. For the end of the holiday was coming up and he wasn’t quite sure what that would encompass. David veered to the right on an off-ramp and drew out to a stop-light at high speeds. Trevor wasn’t intoxicated, but he wasn’t derisive of if he would have drinks tonight. He knew if he did, things would probably get messy at the show and he’d have to watch out for disgruntled, baneful, and ornery show-goers and moshers. It was a long and lasting ride to Eastboro. As unremitting as it was the terrain started to flatten out as the got closer and the miles at a time got easier to traverse. He stared out the closed window while David drove entrancedly through the dark outskirts of the city up North. He couldn’t find much to talk about tonight. At least not now, although David had been in many fights with him, he didn’t have the capacity to talk about anything unbelievable right now. He could tell his conscience was wearing thin with the last few times they’d been together. It could be said he was becoming overwhelmed and tribulated with the matter. When Trevor told him to stop somewhere he just kept driving. Trevor badgered him and he’d gone to pull into a parking garage. Trevor continued to antagonize him while he stayed mute in the driver’s seat. When they found a place to park, he yelled and spurned him. “What if we’re not supposed to be in here?”

            “The internet said that you were supposed to be in the parking deck.” He shot aggrivatedly. “Okay, f**k.” He got out and slammed the door. David more than liley saw he was repulsed by his abjections and said he was sorry. “I thought you’d been here before.”

            “Nah, I haven’t.” he told him.. “Oh, well s**t.” He said. They walked in to the zone where the front of the line was. He paid his admission and scraped up what was left of his cash. “Hmm…” he looked at his identification card when they handed it back to him. “I’m twenty-two now. God damn. Time flies.” He internalized. Trevor walked into the scene and began investigating the means to move to the center. He could not have been any more hype to throw down. So much so that he was jittery and high-strung. He couldn’t get a grip and was ruffled. He didn’t want to get hit or be too assertive and domineering at the same time. Two bands had already played. It was blatantly obvious that they were late, but it wasn’t substantial. The atmosphere was dull with bright lights on the stage and blue lighting from the bar shone into the crowd with a minute effect. He busted himself into the floor and got in at about a third rate breakdown. He couldn’t hold it any longer. He got in about three minutes before clashing with someone. He sputtered into the side and was pushed back through before coming to a standstill on the original side. The other guy stumbled too and there was apparently one girl in there. That was arbitrary anyway. There was becoming less and less room for anything worth doing. Trevor leaned into his side and protected himself from getting smacked or clocked. He moved straight to the beat of a two-step riff and then stepped out when the set was finishing up. The pit was well enough to-do. David didn’t really dance, but he was pretty crazy anyway and he would do a turn every now and again. They went up to the top floor and got three beers from the upper bar. He chugged one and drank the second. He’d begun to feel masculine and went toward the railway off the roof. It was an incredible spot of the city. He gazed up at the clock tower of a national bank and to some more buildings. The night air felt like a bouquet of roses kissing his skin. He couldn’t wait to get back to it. He was craving the banging of bass and headbanging. In that moment, he was stopped by a guy with dreadlocks and a beer bottle in his hand. He took one look at Trevor and clicked his bottle with his, and went off somewhere else. He was superbly abated but curled his lip and shrugged. David looked intriguing at the moment. He was sparking it up with some ladies by the couches and he could not see their faces. He put himself over them and said, “I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” David looked at him like he’d seen a ghost and then smiled. It was irascible and impudent, but he liked it. The two sitting there didn’t know what to think. Trevor crept around the couch and stood beside him. He wrote a text on his phone to a friend when David continued to chat it up with his new acquaintances. He made up a lie about where he was and didn’t feel it best to explain that to her. What’s more, he didn’t have any reason to. The aftershow was nothing short of recessing. He and David moved to the back lot and stood about with groups of people till they dispersed. Trevor started moving toward the parking deck and his partner went with. He swung around loop after loop till he was all the way up. The stair doors were locked and he didn’t trust the elevator. “I don’t like elevators at all.” He told him.self.

            “Ah! My legs are killing me.” David strained. He felt a bit stiff in the knees also. He couldn’t take much more emptiness all the time and feeling rigid and disdained for a while now, he couldn’t believe what happened that time at Alex’s place, or rather, the business section. But, it didn’t stop there. Everything had compiled so erroneously it seemed, and Trevor couldn’t help but feel like not many of the rest of them were ready to pull off a feat like what was in store, nor ready to get to the end of all of this. He pushed the door shut when he d3ecided not to get in the truck and sat on the sides of the bedding, thinking to himself. He couldn’t wait to get home, nor imagine getting into another scuffle on top of all these beatings he’d been taking and degraded enemies that went out like C4 detonated all at once before the end of the line. When he’d finished fights, he spectacularly survived. Trevor knew if he didn’t have the measure to create a team of able offenders then he would never win. He opened the truck door and stepping in. David was heating up the cab since it was a chilly night in October. He couldn’t stand the likelihood there was nothing that could be done about anything for now. Friend, foe, adversary or assailant. It didn’t mean he couldn’t handle a whopping on his own, or maybe with David and Jamie. But, if he ever were to run out of energy during a steep confrontation, he would actually lose his life.

            Tonight was supposed to a fun get away. Instead, he just ended up worrying about the end-all be-all to his problems and readily more-so than usual. The oblique look of the interstate on the return trip was eerily dismal. The toll of all his experiences combined with that of the sum of the result in its total and purest form was nothing else but onerous. Despite all his training and accruements. To say even guidance, it would never be enough. Even if it was not under his control, Trevor winged these masteries. These thoughts waned and he punched the glove compartment more than once. David hopped in his seat and looked at his mesmerized. He almost massacred his glove box inside of the vehicle with him driving. He couldn’t suppress or contain himself, there was period of resonance in the interior on the cabin. He struck the window this time and cracked the glass. His knuckled exploded and began running with blood amply. He couldn’t see or think plainly and his head was a mess of barbaric thoughts which almost brought him to tears. He would not cry now. The feeling stained inside of him and spread throughout. It wasn’t David that made him furious, it wasn’t anyone distinctly. “Whoa, what’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”

            “I can’t organize my emotions, ugh…”

            “I don’t think I understand.” He said. “I don’t think I do either.”

            “It’s killing me, I better get this right or I’m going to go insane.” He told him. Now. “What are you referring to?”

            “Eh, I’ve been talking to someone, and with all this s**t that’s been going on I don’t know how to sort out which I should put first.”

            “Well, I’d definitely say the plan.”

            “I know you know the plan by now.” Trevor admonished. “So, now what?” he asked David. “I guess we ride.” He answered. “Good choice.” He said. “I better clean myself up.”

           

He was bleeding messily all over his hands and shirt. He couldn’t tell if his upper set were cut open or broken at the skin. He guessed the former. The window slightly creased from a split in the innermost layer of weaving. He could distinguish the point of breakage from the cleft. He rolled it down, for it was not destroyed and he could use the fresh air. Trevor sat quietly in the darkness with the only noise being that of the wind and the motor. He couldn’t force out some kind of nerve ending words to pass the time. David looked out at the road through glossy-eyes. Just like those of Trevor. Merely intoxicated but not impaired. Sure, it was a cautious ride home. He could swear he’d been looking at him seconds ago. It was an ugly sort of distraction that left both parties at an impasse and without abeyance. The fault was his at its inception, but the hostility turned to him when it grew and everything directed onto his vicissitudes. They arrived at the entrance to their own city and took a hard left onto the highway. He took out his phone and wrote mock-messages to send to Peyton for later. He missed new company and perception from outside his world. He needed to talk to her soon and try to get out to meet her while covering his tracks. If he could he would begin to leave everything behind for a portion of time to have some normalcy for once. If David needed space he would give that to him too. If only he could make good on these predictions.