Trevor Kevin Obott, & Lucille Hartigan.
Written in collaboration with @Mr Allen J
Trevor was seriously rattled by his little run-in with Luis... the glorious leader of the Changeling Unit.
Since the fight, he was locked into his room, praying to God that it was just some random attack. The two wounds that Luis inflicted on him were patched up by NEST doctors before he was sent home. The wounds weren't super serious, they were stitched up, and bandaged. The... properties of his blood made it quite hard for him to recieve medical attention - because of other people of course - but he finally recieved the medical attention and was sent home. He was stuffed up in his room, he kept on checking the windows just in case someone suspicious showed up. Though, all he saw was rain. Nothing but rain. Harder than ever before. For a moment, he wondered if they should get out of a
Beach house before the house gets washed away.
Scarlet was out at the moment. She and some of the other Privates were called out to go assist in the disaster. Just so NEST could save face.
While Scarlet didn't want to go, just so she could protect Trevor and Lucille in case the Changelings showed up again, she let Trevor borrow a special something for protection. A Smith & Wesson Model 629. She trusted that Trevor wouldn't play with this, and would only use it to defend himself and possibly Lucille. It was resting right there on his nightstand. He grabbed it, and slid it in his pants behind him. Just so Lucille, or anyone else, don't see it. California's gun laws are easily among the worst in the country.
Trevor pushed out of his room, and closed the door behind him. He took two steps, and clenched his sides where Luis penetrated him. The stinging pain got to him for a moment. Worst of all, he didn't have access to precious endorphins. He got over it, and kept walking until he made it down the stairs.
"Lucy!?" Trevor called out.
"In my room!" Lucy said. "I'm finishing reading a book," she continued. "Did you know that Ned died in book one?" She said as she opened the door.
"Well, come out your room!" Trevor snorted as he walked over towards Lucy's room. Probably doing some weird stuff in there like masturbating with her man strength. He stepped into the room, and looked around. "Hey... how are you doing?" He said, before shrugging. "Enjoying the weather?"
"Nothing like London's feeling," she smirked, sitting on the bed again. "And you?"
"Right..." Trevor said as he stepped into her room. He took a look around, before he scratched the back of his neck. "Can't say that I'm doing good, really." He shrugged. "I... can't get that maniac out of my head."
"Do not worry too much," deep down Lucy was terrible at giving advice. And frankly, she was more lost that needle in the haystack. All thanks to the family visiting trip she had to do one week ago. But she had to try. "He won't try a second time, right?"
"Yeah, you say that...." He said, brushing his long hair out of the way of his face. "I don't know... It's not that easy to "not worry" when you almost had a literal supervillain carve you up." Trevor nervously said, trying to sound funny, or snarky, but ended up sounding more awkward than anything.
"Look to you, all whiny." She got up and went towards him and grabbed his shoulders. "I was almost killed. Either by fire or by my mother, but I survived," she smiled awkwardly. "We got through that as friends. And you will get over it the same way. That is what friends do... we don't get killed."
The initial irritation over being called "whiny" - which was quite dickish on her part since he was almost
murdered - quickly dissipated when Trevor realized that she was
trying. Even though Trevor would never recomend that she becomes a therapist, that helped a little bit. "Yeah... thanks."
"We should go to a movie when is not raining like hell," Lucy said looking at her room's window.
"... How about some good old Netflix and
chill?" Trevor slid in, trying his best to contain his laughter as he put his arm around her shoulder.
Lucy frowned. It was a silly joke but at least Trevor was still "the same" Trevor as always. Good? She would never know. "I missed your jokes,
agent Trevor. It was a hell of week avoiding my mother at all cost."
"Agent.
Trevor." The boy parroted. "Sounds awful." He wondered if he should tell her that he wasn't joking about Netflix and Chill. Before he could insist (Or cut straight to the action), there was a loud sound of glass crashing in the living room, and
something walking in the house. "Oh..." He said, he immediately.reached for that revolver behind him. Holding it very carefully.
"Woah! Don't point that to me!" Lucy whispered. "What we do?"
"I don't know..." Trevor whispered, being
honest as the boy could get (Though, he was honest about getting that boo-tay). "Let's just go check it out, okay?"
"Go ahead," Lucy said hiding behind him.
"You're the one with..." Before Trevor could object, he realized that he was planning on becoming a NEST Agent. Would a NEST Agent cower behind a damsel?
Well, maybe.
Henry's one of them.
"Just stick behind me." Trevor said as he raised the revolver up to face level as he took slow steps towards the door, and opened it. When the door opened, they were immediately greeted by a purple light standing tall in their living room. Attached to that purple light was a tall human creature that looked round.... alien. It's neck was long, and didn't leave any indication that it had a mouth. It had long, muscular, arms and legs that had fearsome claws. It turned towards them, and stared at them for a moment.
"
Oh shit!" Trevor loudly shouted as he immediately leveled his gun at it's eye. The creature charged them, only to meet it's end when Trevor pulled the trigger and the round cut through the air and hit the creature right in the face. It immediately dissolved into a grey sludge before it could do any damage. Pooling on their perfectly good floor.
Trevor stood there, staring at the sludge that stained the floor. He looked at Lucy for a moment. "... The fuck was that?"
Lucy returned the same look. "You killed it?"
"... Does it look
alive to you?"
"I don't know." She shrugged. "We should check..." She said slowly pushing Trevor toward the puddle.
Before Trevor could come up with some other comeback, his cellphone buzzed with a message. He quickly reached in, and read.
Trev, shit's real around ere, I need 2 go 2 ur house.
"It's Cindy." Trevor said, holding the phone idly. "She wants to come over here... of all times." He looked around - he heard some distant screams. "I doubt it's much better ov-"
"Is she okay?!" Lucy interrupted.
"I don't know." Trevor said, mildly irritated. "But I doubt
we're gonna be either." He frowned.
"And I doubt out there will be safer." She said frustrated, sitting on the floor and leaning back against the wall.
"I... don't know." Trevor said as he walked a circle. He stopped for a moment to turn the safety on - to avoid any firearm injuries (To himself). "I got no damn idea what's going on...." Then it hit him - if you want to know what's going on, you look at the news! He quickly went to his phone, and saw an emergency news report on his home page.
Headline reading: Verthaven under attack by Level X Metahuman. State of emergency declared.
"Oh boy." Trevor said, as he handed the phone over to Lucille so she can take a look at it.
"Shit. At least is not Independ--nevermind."
"I... still don't know what the fuck is going on." Trevor said, as he held the phone. "But, we gotta prepare for it - prepare for something, alright." He said. Wondering what the hell was going on. "My bow is in my room - it ain't fancy like my gun here, but it'll get the job done."
"Go get then." She waved both hands at him.
"Alright then... if Cindy gets here safely, then we'll have her glass powers, too." Trevor said, before he took a few steps forward - stopping himself, and taking a look at her. "Whatever happens, I just wanna make sure that everyone gets out of here in one piece, you hear?"
"Yes... Agent Trevor," Lucy smirked.
"Good to hear. Let me get ready." Trevor said as he ran upstairs to get his bow and arrow, knife, and everything else he'll need.
