The Dissenter

Chapter 103: The Dissenter

 

 

 

 

 

Three o’clock on a February afternoon. Trevor had the pains of an A-class weightlifter and broke off into the medicine cabinet to relieve himself. The time was ticking away and he was waiting for the drugs to kick on. There was a stillness in the air and he’d gone to look outside. It was snowing. There was snow everywhere. It blanketed the whole street and covered all the cars and trees. Trevor hesitated then went on the front porch to get some air and a better look. He felt a fire in his belly, so he didn’t feel cold while standing out there. When he picked up a piece of snow. He jerked it to the side and then dropped it back on the porch again. He had no need of a snowball, so he turned around and stepped back inside for the moment. It dawned on him that maybe he was wasting his days away. Like some unstoppable force had swooped in and was taking up all of his time. He wanted desperately to get to the bottom of all this, but it was like he was missing a piece of the map. When Trevor looked at himself fin the mirror, he wore a hoodie, pressed jeans a large undershirt, and flat sole shoes. He felt amazing. Not only that, but he couldn’t figure out how to part his hair. Then when the going got tough, he decided to buzz it all off with an electric trimmer before the winter was through. This time. He thought to himself, “I’m going to buzz it very short.” When he started, hair was getting all over the floor, so he put down a towel and got the trash can. He wasn’t sure if the hair would make it in the can so he stood over it. Eyes cast up at the mirror. He kept swiping over follicle after follicle and rode it through the back of his neck and the crevices above his ears. When he was finished he washed his head off in the sink and brushed all the excess hair off of his body. He stood there running his hand through his wet head and imagined himself doing army drills and such in the middle of winter. Closer to the end anyway.

When he was done and redressed, he leapt to the porch again for another cigarette. The air felt good on his short hair. He brandished his lighter and lit it, spending upwards of five minutes smoking out there. Now, he went back inside solely to get on the computer and mess around. He began writing and logged into Tracebook. Not knowing what he’d find. By now he had an avid list of friends that had come about through an adding spree he’d conjured while on a hunt for fans when he’d finally recorded music with his band. When he saw a couple posts he became teeming with white-hot fury when he saw what had been written. “Who is this guy?” Trevor thought. The page of some guy named Blaine appeared and singled it out on a secondary link to have a closer look at the post at hand. He was talking about Jamie and his obsession with tattoos. He didn’t bother with it, but he knew he’d seen him at the Freemont sometime before. He wondered if there was any reason he was seeing this. Now that the computer was up and running, he found that posts seemed more-and-more cryptic and versive.

            He couldn’t find happiness here, but he could find a window to see where it may lie. He checked out this Blaine guy to see what he was all about and decided to keep some tabs on him. He wandered through some music pages to find something to calm his nerves. While he was posting the music and transgressing into something beautiful. He found a band that fit his interests perfectly and when he leapt for a sprawl in the timeline, he didn’t know what to say. He just put something like, “Boring day. Might leave if there’s nothing to do here.” and went on with his business. As time went by, he nurtured the idea that he could find this guy. He had a feeling about him and maybe he could be the last intercessor he was looking for. The hour passed and he swooped into his room to change the sheets. He delighted in doing so, and forced himself to put a smile on his face. He clenched the shirt in his right hand and walked to the bathroom with it. Taking the time to slowly let it unravel and pulled it over his head and wore it proudly. He went to go turn his computer off but ended up checking the events category on Tracebook and saw that there was a show tonight on the header. He clumped up what he’d done on there all on one screen and wrote down Freemont’s address for the sixth time and got ready to go. He already had a pocket full of money, so he climbed in the car and went up to see David. He needed company for when he was going to go. The show tonight was that of band’s he’d been listening to as of late, and he was impressively stoked on going. He had a black V-neck with grey jeans and black shoes. He couldn’t wait to see how things would go, and he was infatuated with dancing to one of the bands that was playing. There he looked for David. His window was closed but he could see the light on in his room. Like any time before he simply called him on his cell phone and waited for him to answer.

            *Ring Ring* “Hello? Who is this?”

            “It’s Trevor. Don’t you recognize my number?”

            “No, sorry. I got a new phone.”

            “Oh, well then.”

            “Yeah, so what’s up?”

            “Nothin’ you wanna go to the show tonight?”

            “Yeah, where at?”

            “Freemont of course.”

            “Oh, right, should I be down there soon.”

            “I’m coming up to your driveway.” he told him.. “Oh, lemme get ready real fast” he said. He was indeed quick about getting himself dressed and situated. For he did not take but four minutes to get out to where Trevor was, when he got in the truck with him he asked when the show was. “It’s in an hour so we should leave now.” he said. “Alright. Let’s ride!” he exclaimed. David drove slowly on the wet roads toward the city. They had decided to take David’s truck and it was much better on Trevor that he did drive. Everything had a dark tinge reflectively on it from the rain earlier. He nodded when a car tried to pass him on the highway and then he let out a sigh and put on the radio.

            The song was playing about, “No rest for the wicked” and also, he flipped the station, and something about “Good feelin’” he was briefly amused.

            The city was in range now. He could see it up ahead and beckoned him to have a wonderful time and get back to slaying demons and other of the likes. He shared a feeling of flight with David for a moment and drove right on through the tallest capitol buildings in the city. He trudged on to the west side of Freemont where he stopped in the rocky lot and dipped into a parking spot. He waited patiently for the hour to arrive to the one that was the most precarious to the hour on the hour, then got out and ran to the place next to the building. Almost forgetting to lock the truck behind David. The hour had struck eight and Trevor realized that the line was going to take forever. “Oh well. It was worth the wait.” They waited and waited on the wall and procured a position next to the railing near the start of the line. He clung to the railing with his hand wrapped around it. Shaking with nervousness until he could get in. The line opened up and he paid his ticket and got his wrist band. He walked past the bar and the two TV screens and  into the crowd that had already started up. The first band was jamming some American hardcore and Trevor whisked his way over to the back wall. He slid in front of the fan. With his coat on it was smoldering in there and he had to move about a bit to keep from sweating bullets. He turned to the stage and kept listening. Likewise, David had crept on up to see more of the band and Trevor saw him push away a girl who was too short to see. He sort of laughed at how comical it actually looked.

            After that band, they went back out into the frosty winter air. The only thing was, he spotted that Blaine guy standing by a construct by the wall. He didn’t have the guts to talk to him. He paused, then walked down to the gravel and back toward the touring vans where he saw David standing out. Trevor easily spotted him from the others out there and went up to him. “What’re you doing over here?” he asked. “What am I doing? What are you doing?” he said. “Whaddaya mean?” he asked. “Why aren’t you pounding beers in there?” Trevor forgot they had leftover beers and David had put it in the truck when he got up with him. “I can’t. You’re driving tonight.” He said. “Oh, too bad.” David said. That’s when Trevor noticed. The freak with the hood standing adjacent to them over by the fence. There he was just around all by his lonesome and striating haphazardly. Trevor’s urge to rush him became unbearable. Blaine came rounding the corner and stood right beside him, talking to him lowly in the dim light as it got dark. Trevor wanted to go over there but he decided it best to wait until Blaine left and went to go back into Freemont again. It was too bad though. He wasn’t leaving. Minutes passed and Trevor was standing there with David, who as usual had that far-away look on staring up at the sky from the ground beside a trailer. Trevor decided to take his chance. “You see that guy with the hood right there?”

            “Wha…where?”

            “Over there.” Trevor pointed toward Blaine and him. “Oh, what about him?”

            “Blast him. Do it now.”

            “Really?” A dumbfounded look came upon his face. “Yes, do it. There’s no time to lose.”

            “Alright, whatever you say boss.” He held out his hand and shot a beam at him faster than he’d expect he’d anticipate. When the flash of the beam had gone, so had the hooded figure.

            “What!? Where’d he go?” Trevor screamed. “I don’t know you tell me. Why’d you have me do that?”

            “Because he was the one at Alex’s who kidnapped Brittany.”

            “What? Really?”

            “Yeah, he’s a madman. And he cursed me.” Trevor told him. “Well damn. It’s too bad, I don’t think I got him.” At that second, Blaine came bumbling up to them. “I wonder how he knew I was gonna have you do that? Trevor said quietly to David. Then Blaine opened up to the both of them. “What was that?” he asked in amazement. “Oh, haha, uhm, I’m sort-of just able to do that.” he said. “Can you teach me?” he asked politely. “I guess, it’s kind of like an exspellation of force when I do it.” he told him.. David swiftly raised his hand and it glew grim with bright green energy. He stopped mid-way and set his arm down. “Wow, that’s great.” he said. “What do I do?”

            “Show me your hands.” David asked of him. He looked dazed and unassertive at this time. Trevor looked on as David inspected his hands and nodded his head in some kind of hopeful agreement. Trevor didn’t think he knew what he was doing, but Blaine’s hands begun to glow a fiery red and he swung his hand, denting the side of the van with just a soft flick of his arm. “Wow.” he thought. “How fascinating.”

            There wasn’t much else for Trevor to do. He put his foot in beneath the rocks and began to flick them up around in a habitual motion. He trudged up the ramp and back inside for another band. But, David called him back out to leave. He obliged begrudgingly and whipped his phone out to text. They were stopped by Blaine on the way out and Trevor stood quietly in the triangle waiting for him to say something to either of them. “So, what am I supposed to do with this?” he asked broadly. “I suppose you fight.” Trevor said amicably. “Then I shall do so. Thank you both for your time.” he replied. “Well that was easy.” Trevor said after he’d walked away. “Really now? Are you sure that’s all you had to do?”

            “I think so.” Trevor said and winced a little. “Well, let’s go buddy.” he said. “I think I got hit a few times.” Trevor actually had to go dance for a song or two before David had retrieved him and they got out of there. He also saw Blaine tearing everything up as he was mosh dancing all over both sides of the crowd. David gripped the wheel of the truck and flew down the intersection, wheeling past the four lights that stood between them and the city.