Travis

Washington DC and the Order Of The New Being

The air was cold and fast, the clouds whipping by Travis as he blew threw them. This was how he traveled, like a human jet. He didn't know what time it was, only that it was still dark, the only lights were the stars and moon. Speeding threw the sky Travis felt free, yet at the same time, alien, strange. There was no need to put in his earbuds, he liked the sound of the wind in his ears, plus at the speed he was moving, he'd probably loose them instantly. Up here he could let his mind slip a little, he has to keep some focus on moving himself forward, but only a little bit. Travis again thought to when he was in the orphanage, how in that place he was an outcast, but an outcast that everyone feared. He kept to himself but that never stops anybody. even if they are afraid, it just makes them more violent.

Travis shook his head out of this thought. He couldn't make it to Washington DC in one go, he'd have to land somewhere. Making himself stop, Travis floated high in the clouds. Pulling out his phone and turning on Google maps, he saw he was in Nebraska. Descending onto the ground Travis looked around at what seemed to be big boulders around him. Turning on his phones light, he was shocked to see they weren't boulders, but cars. Travis had landed without knowing, right in the middle of one of Nebraska's famous tourist spots, "Carhenge".

Looking around Travis found a bench painted like a rainbow, laying down on it like a bed, he rested for a bit. Flying that long takes a toll, mentally and physically. Sticking an earbud in Travis pulled out his phone and put on "Insomnia" by the cruxshadows.

Twenty minutes later Travis was back in the air speeding towards Washington.

It was almost dawn before he entered Washington airspace. Looking ahead Travis saw a perfect place to land, a park of some kind. The shape of it was like a triangle whit a circle at the top. Travis made his way slowly down, it was early but he still checked for people. Landing down, He rubbed his shoulders and stretched. turning around Travis almost lost it. There before him were 19 tall stainless steel statues of soilders.

An hour later, walking down 23 street, Travis was annoyed that the nearest place to stay from the Korean veterans memorial, which was were he landed, was the state plaza. Washington was expensive, and he had to save as much as he could. Turning on east street, Travis finally was in front of the building. It was a tall square building with tan bricks. A long canopy stretched out to the street with the name "State Plaza" written on the side. Travis hated hotels, they were to busy, to many people, he preferred motels better, easy to slip in and out.

Now up in his room, Travis was laying on the bed trying to research all he could about the Order Of The New Being. He was tired, it had been a long flight. So far what he,d found out about the order was that they had a compound in Davidsonville, right down the street of Birdsville road. The Order was led by a man named Arthur Savon. To Travis he looked crazy, he already could tell this was not going to go anywhere. Arthur was a strange looking man in his mid 60s. His white hair was shaved to the scalp, his eyes were wide and wild, and he wore a strange robe that Travis couldn't place anywhere. Placing his phone on the bed next to him, he laid back and slowly closed his eyes.

It was around 2 when Travis woke up, his stomach growling instantly as he did. Grabbing his phone, he saw there was a Dunkin right down the street from him. Walking out Travis noticed someone talking on their phone, in their hand was a purple flier with a yellow circle in the middle. In the circle there were to hands with an eye in the middle. Written around the yellow circle was writing that said, "new mind, new being". On the bottom of the page, "Arthur Savon is our guiding light to the new way of being, his teachings have reached and changed thousands. Come join him , and threw the power of the mind, he will make you the new being your supposed to be".

Travis stared at this for a minute before the person holding it looked over at him, Travis just stared back. The man had a look on his face that looked like he was thinking, "what the hell is this pycho looking at". his conversation on the phone trailed off as he spoke.

"Can I help you?!"

Travis shook his head, and watched as the man backed away with the same look on his face, then went back to his call. Watching him walk away Travis thought of the flier and what was printed on it, his doubts growing further.

Sitting on the curb outside of Dunkin, Travis scarfed down two chocolate doughnuts. They were delicious, wether it was the ravonus hunger from his trip, or if this place was that good, he didn't know. Looking across the street, there were lines of tents, he couldn't tell if there were people in them or not, down the way from there, there was a little sitting spot with benches. Travis watched as people say in them, his gaze focused on a woman in her early 20s texting on her phone. Looking down at his own, Travis saw the familer screen show nothing, no calls, no text, no nothing. Shoveing it back into his pocket, Travis got up and did what he always did, stuck his earbuds in and started walking.

It was dark by the time Travis had walked away from the white house, it was time to make his way to Davidsonville. Looking around, he decided it was safe, and took flight.

The compound was far, but for Travis it didn't take long, before he knew it, he was above the area looking down at it. Strangely everyone still seemed to be up moving around. Travis looked down at his phone, the screen showed 9:30, he realized he was moving faster then he thought.

Looking over the compound, Travis could see a variety of people doing different things. Down towards the right, were a group of people on there knees praying, over to the left another group was pouring, what looked like fertilizer in gruves over a vegetable garden. Travis took a deep breath and descended behind a storage shed. Walking out he saw a bigger building at the end of the compound, figured that's where Arthur was, and headed for it.

It didn't take long for everyone to notice the newcomer, especially when he's not welcome. Travis watched everyone whisper to each other and point at him, he didn't care, he was on a mission. It was then he felt a sharp prick in his neck. Reaching up to the spot, Travis felt a dart stuck in him, he quickly pulled it out, but it was to late, Travis dropped to his knees and past out.

"Bring him here my children"

"How did he get in?, the gate is locked"

Travis opened his eyes to the sound of talking, his vision was fuzzy, as well as his head. A man to the left of him, grabbed him by the are and forced him to his feet.

"Why are you here my child" Arthur asked in a soft spoken voice. Travis's head was still fuzzy and he couldn't think straight, "answers" he mumble out.

Arthur was about to speak when a heavyset woman with red hair down to her shoulders pushed her way threw the crowd, "he doesn't deserve knowledge from our great Arthur", she said holding her hands together in great appreciation towards Arthur. "What my dear child, do you suggest we do?", Arthur asked the woman.

The woman looked down at Travis, a cruel smile on her face. "It's been a while sense we had an offering, I say we offer him to the cosmos, and then our great Arthur can use his energy to guide us forward to a new being".

"I....I...have...q.. questions"

A hard fist hit right in Travis's face, what ever drug they used on him was gone now, the punch knocking out any dizziness in his head.

"Your nothing but a f*****g joke.."

The man holding Travis's arm, went to punch him again in the face, but this time Travis was ready. The man's fist stopped right in front of his face, the man was shocked and puzzled before he was knocked back by an invisible force. Travis stood up, "you are all nothing but murderers, you make yourselves believe your better then everyone by listening to this bullshit, and then murder people when you feel like it". Looking around at everyone, Travis said with conviction, "you want a "new being ", fine, I'll give you a new being", and then lifted into the air.

The intimidation Travis planned by doing this worked, everyone gasped as they took a step back. The woman who initiated all this started screaming, "he is the dark energy!, Arthur it's the dark energy!". Travis floated back down and watched as Arthur looked for a second, a little frightened, but then quickly composed himself. "You are right my child, the dark Zorthon has sent him here to stop us from having ultimate knowledge and power, we must destroy him", Arthur proclaimed with a sadistic smile.

The internet is a wonderful tool, so much information can be looked up on ones phone, for instance, self defense.

Travis watched as a follower charged up to him, attempting to take a swing at him. Ducking under the swing, Travis jumped up and kicked the man in the head with both his feet. He didn't just kick though, sending out psionic energy threw his legs as well, the result was the man being hit with an impact making him fly back. Popping up from the ground, Travis began to fight off the attackers using the same technique, sending psionic energy threw his attacks.

As Travis fought them off, he wondered if there were others out there like him, and if they fought like this. Blocking the last follower's punch, Travis landed a strait punch to the man's chest and watched as he flew back and hit a wall. Turning his attention now to Arthur who was cowering in the corner, Travis grabbed him with his mind and pulled him close.

"Chair.....you...you are born of the chair".

"Chair?, what the f**k are you talking about?"

Before he could ask more, a strange noize came from behind Travis. Turning to see, he saw a man with a dart gun aimed at him. Travis stopped the dart in mid air and flung it back at the attacker. Turning back around, he opened his mouth to question Arthur, but stopped. White foam was oosing out of his mouth, the life in his eyes gone. Travis looked in Arthur's hand and saw a small black cylinder, Arthur had poisoned himself while Travis wasn't looking.

Now back outside, the compound looked deserted. Travis turned back to where he was captive, Arthur was dead, but Travis was right in thinking this was a dead end.

Flying back to Washington as quick as he could, Travis landed on east street again. The White House to his right, he thought of the president sitting in there while people like Arthur or that red headed woman walked freely. Walking back into his room at the plaza, Travis plopped down on the bed and past out.