The Hidden Lord

Chapter 94: The Hidden Lord

 

 

 

 

 

            Trevor wondered where they might've run off to. He'd planned on cutting ties with his partners, but things just didn't work out that way. It could be a good time to get away from them and see what happens. What luck! The big one walked outside all on his own. He could see through the car windows parked in the driveway. Nobody else was around. This was his chance. If he could draw him closer, or think up an excuse to spark a conversation, then he'd have him in the bag. Trevor took one step and then another. Soon he was walking down there, but frostbitten and full of fright. He hopped swiftly down a bank and was power-walking to where he was going. The guy looking at him the whole time didn't make it any better. No, Trevor went ballistic inside, but kept his front up. He careened into his opponent in the nic-of-time and softened his stride. Then he carefully said, “Hello.”

            “What're you doing here?”

            “Ah, just kicking it with one of my buddies.”

            “Same.” Trevor repeated and extended his hand. If it were any warmer outside he'd start sweating nails, but it was icy cold. Trevor's reach was unimaginable, and he had he lacked any tact, he wouldn't be able to pull this off. He gripped the man's hand, activated his power, and watched him squirm into black soot. As he faded he noticed he had a look on his face like he'd been paranoid from the get go. Could this be that he wasn't from the gathering in the city? That he'd been held prisoner. It looked just like him. Trevor threw off feeling of injustice and moved quietly back into the house. He slunk over to David and put his hand up against his ear and said. “I got him.” David sort of scratched his ear in repose. “Excellent. Now what?”

            “The other one will get suspicious when he can't find his buddy… what do you think we should do?”

            “I dunno, but decide quickly.”

            “Aren't you done playing beer pong yet?”

            “No, we haven't lost a game yet.”

            “Well, give it up. We've got matters to attend to.”

            “We? I thought most of this was your business.”

            “This concerns both of you too, doofus.” he responded. Trevor pulled them away from the game and returned to where the incident took place. “This is where it happened.” He lit a smoke to act natural while they were out there. “Was he hard to kill?”

            “No, I pretended to give him a handshake. That was all I had to do.” he explained. “Right…. So how do we manage the other one. What if he loses his mind and goes on a rampage.”

            “Somehow I don't think he'll do that.” Trevor mentioned. “Alright. Now what?”

            In a moment Trevor heard voices around the side of the house at the front door. He looked, crept, and leered around the side of the house. “Surely it can't be.”

            It was. The remaining one was outside the house with a female guest. A plump fellow with broad shoulders, he was making a break for what Trevor assumed to be his car out of all the ones there. “Is that him?” Jamie asked. “Yeah. Just wait I'm gonna get in with him.”

            “What? How?”

            “You'll see. Get in your car and follow him.” Trevor told him. “Will do.” he said. Trevor awaited the man to reach his vehicle patiently and intently. When they did and once the girl was safely secure in the running car, Trevor stopped time and veered beyond the exhaust pipe and into the backseat of the car, laying down as far and as hard as he could as not to be seen. Then with some difficulty, he turned it off, waiting for this car to speed away. Alas, it didn't move. Just sat them pluming carbons from the exhaust. The man and the female weren't speaking either. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of the motor. He was generating formulas of plans and back up plans and a last resort. He couldn't fathom how to get from here back to where his partners were. Trevor was afraid for his life. He was in a foreign car with two foreign people. He knew. All he knew, was that he had to make sure he took down every single one of these lackeys. Miraculously the car moved, and Trevor almost jumped out of his seat. They started moving, and then faster. He was curious if Jamie was following them in his car, but wouldn't lift his head up. Trevor shuffled slightly, but they didn't notice. He was pinned down to the floor and his leg felt like it was about to break. He tried to change positions but couldn't. He didn't want to give himself away, and after that he swept his foot up and pushed it straight out.

            “Ah.” he thought. Now that he was semi-comfortable he could see they were really moving. He was in a strange car with no idea where they were going. In the corner of his eye he could see the girl's shoulder, she had on a strapless tank-top with a a jacket loosely fitted on her shoulder. He couldn't imagine what an undead was doing with her. “Is he going to devour her in some room that wasn't here?”

            “Eugh.” he thought. The car turned hard and Trevor felt it. A strain in his left femur. When it happened he couldn't help but grunt. Then it suddenly brake. Trevor's head mashed forward to a degree. He was quite alarmed. They got out. He heard the driver's side door shut hard. He looked up, there was a big mansion there. He looked on in awe as he saw the two walking toward it. He looked back toward the large gate that led up to the place. He saw headlights. “Good.” That meant Jamie had followed him. He couldn't have expected any less from his partners in crime, or, the lack there-of. He reigned in and got out of the locked car by himself by undoing the latch manually. He stepped back to the gated place and walked in front of Jamie's car. He looked onward to the fancy styled gateway. It was embroidered with a big M on the side of it which separated the house from the driveway.