The VersionA Chapter by Stephen CaldwellChapter 105: The Version
Trevor made it home in twenty minutes past the time David had begun speeding. He ruffled his hair, which was almost practically frozen in the wind. He managed to move slowly through his front door. His parents were already sleeping, and turned the light off. By the time he laid his head down to sleep, it’d become eleven o’clock and Trevor moved carefully around in his bed for a while. He couldn’t sleep and nothing was helping. He went and took some ibuprofen to see if it would calm him enough to take the edge off and go to sleep. He wandered about the house before he went back in his room and lie down. He fell asleep faster than expected and rolled over a few times. The morning came. He jumped out of bed full of energy, and hauled off to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He made fancy looks at himself in the mirror before fixing his hair and getting some deodorant on. Briskly eating a breakfast and done with his search for the seventh intercessor, he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. So he waited. He waited and waited. Until finally he got his phone and hit up Jamie. Then laid his phone down and messed with his hair some more. When his hair was perfect, he went to the porch and inhaled the mid-winter air. It was cool and caressed his skin like a woman’s body. He cringed when cold air tinged his nose and went up into him through the passages. He started thinking about the night before and how the one with the hood had evaded David so easily. It seemed he could teleport and that wasn’t a good sign for Trevor or the rest of them. He walked slowly out to the driveway and looked in the mailbox. He grabbed all the mail and set it back down on the kitchen counter then grabbed the land phone. He called David with it. He seemed to have averted the call, because he didn’t recognize the number most likely. All because he didn’t let his phone charge he could get ahold of him right now. So he let a time slide by and push on into the hour of two o’clock and move on into three. He couldn’t wait to get out of the house again today, so when he trekked to the store to get himself a beer he delighted in doing so and he wanted more, but couldn’t afford to get them. He walked back with his one beer and noticed the air strip across the road beside him. He came upon his street and then moved back into his house. This time he called David on his cell while drinking the beer and he answered, “Hey Trev, what’s happening?” “Not much.” he said while still swallowing spit. He groaned because he didn’t know what to say or ask him after the proceeding of the night before. The problem being that he was at a loss for if he didn’t catch either of two powerful enemies. What would he do? Where would he go? These were things he could not answer as of now. In a flash of brilliance, he told David to come get in the car. “What for?” he asked. “I’ll show you.” he said. David hung up and he presumed he was coming down to get in the car. Trevor raced to the vehicle and jumped in and started it up. Now he had it in his mind that he would contact Blaine on his cell phone, then one-by-one gather all the intercessors and take off to places unknown to see if they could draw out one of the two oppositions. Trevor guessed it’d be lightning rod, since hoodie wasn’t too keen on being seen. He fledged out his seat and got ready to take off. David bundled up in the passenger seat. Before he even realized it, he was messaging Blaine on the Tracebook app and hardly even noticed him pull the car door when he did. Trevor moved silently over from where his arm sat on the armrest. David was dressed from head-to-toe and even had a cup of coffee in his hand. Trevor had to give it to him, he knew how to keep warm. Trevor himself had a beanie and jacket on, but he wasn’t nearly as clothed as he. He slid into the seat and Trevor just took off with no idea where he was going until he decided to get Alex first. “Where we going, Trev?” “To get Alex, where does he live?” “Over by the factory off main.” he said. “Alright, gotcha. You can just show me where.” He rounded the curves and then hit the road where it turned into the highway. “Turn here.” he said. And then there they were in front of a facility that did graphic design. He formed up in front of the apartment complex and had David run to the door to get him. “Tell him to go in his own car.” “Okay, got it.” He ran and got Alex from his apartment and a guy named Alan was with him and some other chick. They all got into his car and Trevor turned his phone off and walked out. “Who’re these guys.” he said and Alex rolled down the window. He repeated himself. “This is Alan and this is Mary.” he said. Trevor had his backpack full of things and he scraped out the final necklace from the confines of the backpack and gave it to him. Shockingly enough he didn’t gag or even throw up. “I already know how to use my powers.” he told him.. “Oh.” Trevor said wide eyed and disturbed. One less thing he had to worry about. Now he had to find Blaine. “Alex told me all about it and I decided to become the sixth intercessor. Now I know how to do the one thing I can do.” “Which is?” He pointed his finger out the window and shot a red streak across the skyline. Trevor was ultimately impressed. So that was that. “Amazing.” he said. “Most definitely.” Trevor replied. Trevor had totally forgotten that there was still a missing sixth. He had counted out the sixth and ran straight to the seventh. A stupid move on his part. He rearranged the rest of the necklaces on the inside of his backpack in hopes they would fix themselves properly. They lit up a deep and colorful with the one’s gathered here at the apartments. That was four of the seven that were all together. Trevor received a message on the app, Trevor agreed to go with them anyway. He pounced into the driver’s seat and David followed Alex to follow them into the roads to get Blaine which was about a forty-five minute leg. On the way back they would get Simon.
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Added on December 22, 2016 Last Updated on December 22, 2016 AuthorStephen CaldwellConcord, NCAboutMusician. Writer. Humble. Tattooed. Loving. Hating. Human. more..Writing
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