The Throws of Death

Chapter 95: The Throws of Death

 

 

 

 

            In an instant Jamie and David were out of the turned off car. He spoke to them hushed and then told them what was going on. All of a sudden a crack. It was heard by all three and coming from inside. They all ran full-sprint, David even hurdled the hood of the car. Surprising in a dangerous situation that they would be rushing toward it, but still he had to find out what was happening. Trevor bashed through the front door and covered behind the first side-winding area of a grand foyer. He looked on and saw the body of the girl covered in blood with a gun wound to the head. The man was gnawing at her right thigh and eating his fill it appeared. Terror crept in Trevor's heart and he couldn't bear to look on anymore. He flipped around the corner and ran straight at the creature consuming the helpless dead girl. His heart racing faster as he went right in the middle of the room, immediately grabbing the undead by the face and slamming it to the ground. “This is what you get you b*****d.” he screamed, and annihilated him in one throw. He dissipated to black soot and Trevor stood back up off one knee. “Whoa, nice work man.”

            “Yeah, it was a piece of cake.”

            “No kidding.” Jamie said. “What do we do with her?” David asked. “Leave her there. She  probably wouldn't want to be moved.”

            “You think so?”

            “I do. I couldn't think of a grander place to be.”

            “You're right, this place is pretty ritzy.”

            “Mhmm.” Trevor mumbled. The three exited in unison as fast as they'd come. When they were walking out, David mentioned the beer pong game. Trevor instantly started laughing uncontrollably. He couldn't help himself, maybe the situation at hand was driving him mad. “Where are we going now?”

            “Let's go back to Jamie's.” They proceeded to go to Jamie's horse and finish drinking on his lofty porch slash pool-deck. Having merriment and getting stupid drunk. The events of the night concurring in escalation was enough to brake a person much less wear on them. So when Trevor's mind wandered while they sat in a circle listening to music and cheering, he was cheering glasses. He was hesitant to bring anything up about earlier. It was sad they'd lost someone in the fight, but even worse, he couldn't think of why it really bothered him. If he hadn't come around that man would've continued doing what he was and that, regrettably, would've happened anyway. But, regardless, he couldn't figure out any other way it could've gone right without something else going awry. Trevor, David, and Jamie all sat there for the rest of the night until Trevor had David drive him home. He was much too smashed to drive himself. His head lulled in the passenger seat all the way home.