Karen’s Gaze

Karen’s Gaze

A Chapter by Stephen Caldwell

Chapter 111: Karen’s Gaze

 

 

 

 

            He woke up thinking the girl had to loath and be watching him right now. Then processed that it was probably not so nor did it really matter. He chose not to take a shower anytime soon, he would be needing his blood hot and ready and a shower would end up relaxing him. Now, he felt like he was always being watched and it frightened him to an extent. He wouldn’t waste time though. If it was only one person he could overlook this as far as he could. That was the reluctance he now had swimming through the depths of his mind. Trevor shook off his clothes and changed. Cold sweat still stuck to his body from last night. He didn’t realize that walk took such a toll on him. Where did he go again? He could hardly remember. “Oh yeah, I went to those apartments.” He wondered why he was sweaty and could remember the girl but he almost forgot where he’d been. He decided that she’d help him out if she could. She’d done enough, that vision of the angel being taken away had been a new transition; an eye opener. He took it as his turn to once more unload a full frontal assault on wherever he might pop-up again. So, that was the plan for now.

            No other leads to go on, Trevor could never have let the red orb be destroyed and now that he was rid of the hooded demon that venture was dealt with. It wasn’t easy, but it was masterful. The way he’d gotten finished with him in a few simple moves. He hadn’t planned on being able to trap him that way. Spry as he was, he was able to catch him off-guard because of Alex’s help blowing him off onto the ground. Which was the vigil for his Achilles’ heel to get ahold of him and allow David to take him out. When Daylight came the morning after that he remembered feeling like nothing was weighing on him. That was when he chose to train with Simon and Jamie with no other looming thought to keep him at bay. Back to present time, he was having an awful and anxious rude awakening thanks to the witch.

            He couldn’t decide if he liked her or if she was a burden he didn’t want to deal with. There were signs of her all around, before he even met her, in fact, and he was beginning to take notice of them all. Trevor eased aside and sat down in his computer chair. He did some research on angels and came up with his theory. Greeley, his presider, was obviously a demon lord and this angel could be one of a few fallen angels he could see. Because he saw for himself he was being cast out when he glanced into the crystal ball. That was likely the case, and now he was making the connection between angels falling and this one being one of them. For any other angel wouldn’t so readily approach them on the Earth’s surface. At least not two human being endowed with demon’s power.

            Trevor looked at his cell phone. The time read 1:52 p.m. he felt urgent to pick up the pace and see what else he could find. The next time he would answer to Don was a relishing thought. Maybe it was about time he went to see Don and report on his progress. That was what he’d do. Maybe he could give him a few pointers on what to do now that he was done with the hooded one, if he even knew about him. Trevor kind of doubted it, but it was possible. He had otherworldly knowledge and also his own dimension in which he presided known as Origin. Don was a powerful force in the universe, but likely not the most powerful since he couldn’t simply save Trevor and the world, or maybe it wasn’t that. Maybe he didn’t want to or somehow required Trevor to do it himself. He was engrossed with fervor at the thought of him counting on him to save his own skin. He smiled brightly with a tinge of aggravation at the thought on a sunny afternoon in the neighborhood. Trevor walked the kitchen. He was parched and needed some water. He had to find a way to find where he might’ve come down if he was thrown out of heaven. Trevor felt kind of bad for him; first being thrown from heaven then being hunted and slain by Trevor and his friends. He began to contemplate what productivity lied within taking this angel from this world. He began to wonder if he should even go through with this at all. Then cast off any doubt. For if there was something to be gained here it was worth the attention of he. He wandered back to his room and checked his phone. A couple messages from Peyton. This was soothing to his soul. He replied in the most honest means possible. There he took off to go get David and see what he could do.



© 2016 Stephen Caldwell


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