Doubt is not to Blame

Chapter 83: Doubt is not to Blame

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            Trevor made his way across country roads, hanging left at an intersection, and turning down all kinds of paths at random. Searching for anything. He knew the one he’d seen take Brittany was to the right of Alex place and that meant the way he was going. He pushed on while the night was young and moved swiftly to a niche by the roadside. There were signs of a stopping place here in the form of tire tracks and dug out ground from cars sitting there. He placed himself and got out, marginally peering through the thickness of the night. He could see water to his left, a lake perhaps; perhaps not. He ran up to the top of a hill and looked down at it. It spanned the distance of about six-hundred meters and went all the way back. There were trails there going to the side of the body of water. He jumped down and headed onward. There wasn’t much to see here. Trees and other natural formations that stuck out into the trail. He trudged masterfully through the unbearable humidity tonight and loosened his belt while he was at it. He marched to the side of a pathway and was inched up against the water’s edge. He didn’t mean to take this way but that’s what he ended up doing. The water down below looked pretty deep and he carefully stepped past the point where it was almost impossible to get through. Now he heard voices. One at least. He brushed a bush and then stooped in front of it. Listening intently, “How about we go to somewhere more accommodating.” The voice spoke.

            “Right… if I could get out of here I would gun for it.” said another, which was definitely Brittany. “Would you now? Well, it’s a good thing I’m not going to let you.” It said. It was surely the one with the hood. He crept foot-by-foot as far forward as he could go. He hid behind a tree and looked down at the clearing carefully. He saw him, he was apparently holding her there with some kind of unseen force, but, she could speak and remain upright properly enough. He craned out more and was in awe of what he could possibly be doing. He stared at the one turned around in the middle of the area, with nothing else in sight. She was closer to a tree on the right hand side and was in rigor somehow. He didn’t know what else to comprehend in this scene.

            “Obviously you don’t get what I’m saying, so let me give you the gist of it. I’m going to take you away from here, out of this world to be precise, and let me tell you, you’re going to like where were going.”

            “I don’t wanna! I wanna go home!” she screamed with a whine. She looked like she was going to cry the minute she got done telling him that. “I must say you have guts. I like that.”

            “Where are you going with this anyway? How can you take me somewhere that isn’t on planet Earth?”

            “I can’t really tell you that. But, I certainly can.” he spoke. “Well, don’t do that!” she agonized. “I see, you really don’t want to come with me? Well, too bad. I’m bringing you.”

           

With that he pointed toward the water with the flat of his hand and met with his other underneath it. Then pulled them apart, and as he did, it looked like he was having some resistance separating them. Like his palms and fingers were magnets and they wouldn’t get out of range. The hooded villain went further and further with this special incision and the air over the platform that was the bank started to move and tear out from each other into some dimensional outreach. Trevor stared into the gap and was struck to by what he perceived to be some kind of room made from stone. Although it appear to be modern and shaved off walls, he slinked up closer to where she was being restrained. He poked his arm out and touched a field of some kind. It meant she was locked inside some device made by energy or demonic power. He presumed that meant he was incapable of breaking it or it would be incredibly inconvenient to do so. He meant to take her into that realm and Trevor had no way of stopping him. Like it or not, he didn’t know what to do. He moved forward a few feet and got on bad boys blindside. He could almost quite get to his arm. Trevor’s hand started flashing with deathly energy and he felt like he was already smoking this crabby freak as he stood. Trevor moved more and more and then slipped outward and fell. Nudging the force field around him. When he did so, he watched the man leap into the divulsion as he released the abrasion from his grip. He levitated Brittany in with him, somehow channeling the both of them in and making a move to cancel out the transport of any more chasers. Namely himself. He trekked and jumped to the opening, but found it out of the fabric of spatial continuation. He fell face first into the gully and starting flopping for the surface. Losing all sense of direction in the night. Ripples formed on the surface as he came out of the clearing, getting to his feet on the water’s edge. The ridgeline vanished as he made up the slope and rounded the trail. Coming over the hill stoutly, “It’s too bad. Would’ve liked to have saved her.” he told himself, and got in the car.