Disclaimer: I don't own anything. and there are SPOILERS to one of the endings of the game! R&R
Trevor was in a panic. Though the man never so much as flinched while in the face of death, his blood ran cold. The call from that traitor Franklin left him shrouded in dread. His only two friends were about to face off in a battle of life and death. Youth versus experience. Friend versus friend.
Whatever caused Franklin to turn on his mentor didn't matter to Trevor. Franklin's true colors were revealed, the cause was of no importance. A thought occurred to the balding man, "Let those two back stabbing assholes kill each other." The thought left his mind as abruptly as it had entered. To think such things would only fuel the treachery between the three men. That only sickened him more.
Trevor slammed his phone down with amazing force for a man as seemingly scrawny as he was. He had to stop this. He would do everything in his power. His mind had to be clear and precise if he were to fix this. Trevor picked up his phone and tried to call Michael but only got his answering machine. He tried once more and it was no good. Trevor was running out of time. It became clear to him what he had to do. He dialed the man he knew he could always depend on.
"Lester," Trevor's voice pleaded. "I need to find Michael. Right now, and I mean it." Lester always had something up his sleeve. Always had some miracle solution for their problems. The other end of the phone was silent for a time. Trevor had to do something. He whispered something that he didn't even know was in his vocabulary. "Please."
"Alright," Lester's voice trailed off in thought. "Well, you could use Trackify, it's a tracking device we've already used to find Michael when... well, you know. Anyway, I'll set it up on your phone to find Michael's signal."
Trevor hoped that Michael would have his phone on him and was just ignoring his calls. He didn't know what he would do if he found Michael's phone and no Michael. He put the thought out of his mind and focused on doing what he could. Trevor surprised even himself when he said yet more words he didn't know was in his vocabulary. "Thank you," and he sincerely ment them. Without waiting for a reply from Lester he hung up.
Embarrassed, and at the same time, desperate to be with the man he loved. Wait, no. Did he just think that? He couldn't have. Trevor couldn't love that man. He didn't want him to die but... He did threaten to kill that backstabbing murderer. But deep inside he knew he never would. As much as Trevor threatened to kill the man it was only empty threats. The way a married couple got into arguments and promised to find a better partner.
Trevor pushed it from his mind and raced to his truck. He had to find Michael.
Franklin had completed his goal. He had killed Michael after racing to the top of the tower. They both fought hard for their lifes. But in the end it was Franklin who had won. Michael's body lay lifeless at the bottom of the construction site. The warmth leaving his body with each passing minute.
As Trevor raced up to the construction site, he had a horrible sense of dread pass over him. He had no doubt now that he would find Michael, but didn't know if he'd be alive or dead. The latter seemed more likely the longer he took to get to his best friend.
He braked hard and swerved to the left, almost hitting a support beam. He needed to focus on finding Michael, not letting his fear get to him and cloud his mind. The blip on the radar told him Michael was desperately close. Trevor parked the truck and got out. There was no sign of Michael as he surveyed the area.
He dropped to his knees and a tear fell from his face. He was too late. He didn't see a body but he knew it in his heart. As Trevor struggled to get off his knees it was then that he found Michael.
In all his life Trevor couldn't remember a time when he had run faster. Even when he was running from the police, hillbillies, bikers, cartels, hired thugs and countless other men who had wanted him dead. This was bigger than himself. This was his best friend.
Trevor held up Michael's head, speechless. Michael was cold. He had been there for hours. Franklin would have been gone by now. That's just as well. Trevor didn't have it in him to take revenge. He could barely make himself stay upright. His heart felt like it would tear apart with sorrow.
He put Michael's head down and did something he hadn't done since he as a boy, being abused by his mother. He lay on the floor in the fetal position and erased his mind. He didn't think of anything, he went to a quiet reserved place in his mind. He was asleep in minutes.
When Trevor woke up he felt just like the scared little boy he had been so many years ago. He was still with fear, afraid to see his mother above him, waiting to scold him for not loving her enough. But when no words came he opened up his mind and took in his surroundings. He was clinging to something. It wasn't unusual for Trevor to be holding on to something when he awoke from a particularly painful bout of abuse from his mother, whether it be mental of physical. But this time it was different.
He finally opened his eyes and seen he was holding on to a very fat man. Then realization hit him. It was Michael. Trevor got up without missing a beat and knew he had to get out of there. Not because he was afraid of any confrontation, but because he didn't want to be near the dead man. Not that sleeping near dead men was revolting to him, but because Michael reminded him of Brad's face looking out from Michael's coffin.
Trevor ran to his truck and got in as fast as he could. He started up the truck and was about to leave it all behind when he just stopped. When he left Michael for dead the last time, Michael hadn't really been dead at all. He was alive. Which meant this time he was obviously playing him for a fool AGAIN.
Not again.
Trevor turned of his truck with a sly twist of his wrist. He knew what Michael was doing. He got out and strut over to his "best friend's" broken body.
"Wellllllllll, hello buddy. You don't look so good. Aww. What's wrong? You dead? Naw, you just WANT TO ABANDON ME AGAIN. But joke's on you. It. Won't. Work." Trevor let out a laugh that would chill even the bones of the already cold dead man that was the object of his rage. "Since you are dead," Trevor said sarcastically, "you won't mind at all if I take you for a little ride with me."
With that, Trevor picked up his dead friend's body and threw him in the back of his truck and drove away.
