Trevor Henderson Tree Head Novels & Stories

My life is pathetic. The teacher started teaching and I tried my best to listen but I just couldn’t my head was pounding. Two more lessons later and it was lunch break. I went back to that oak tree. It seemed no one claimed it so I sat under to clear my head. It was a beautiful old tree that I’m pretty sure has seen many generations pass by. It was also a lonely tree that not many people acknowledged. “Hey, beautiful.” It was Hector. I didn’t see him coming but I could smell his scent before he got close enough.

Evelyn stiffened, her boots sinking into the wet mud as she turned slowly. Standing near the tree line was Cynthia’s personal human assistant, a man named Henderson, flanked by two heavily armed rogue mercenaries. They weren't wearing Blackwood colors, but the silver-edged tactical knives at their vests made their allegiance perfectly clear. Cynthia hadn't left the territory; she had simply moved her pieces into the dark.

The smell of cigarettes, cosmetics, and alcohol enveloped the room. "Well done!" said Hendryx while giving me a high five. "Thank's!" I replied. As I mentioned before, Hendryx was The Boumerank bassist. He was also my guitar bass tutor as well as my rock superstar idol. Hendryx had an oval face with sunken eyes framed by long curly hair. As I recalled, every time I met him on various occasions, his hand could not escape the Johnnie Walker bottle. This time, he appeared topless in shiny black leather pants.

Doctor Greg screamed as Trevor pulled up the chair to an upright position. "I'll give you more reason to do that," Trevor chuckled darkly. Hoisting the bat to take another swing, he stopped midway and winced. The bat fell from his hand, which moved to grip his head. "Fuck!" He growled, turning to the doorway as his nose twitched. "You don't know how to resolve a conflict! Why the hell are you doing that to him?!" Kira yelled, stomping to where they were. "Because I wish to," Trevor grunted, the headache subsiding.

"Please!" Trent shrugs and lets out a sigh of defeat. "Fine! It's Jordan Henderson!" "Good job Becca," Tim tells me on the other end. "That's sad... We are going to miss him on the team. "First of all, I don't know who the hell Jordan Henderson is. "Yeah," he shrugs. Tim tells me to ask him something that makes my heart sink. Tim requests me to ask him about Sophie. I honestly wasn't expecting this. I go silent for a while then I finally gather up the strength quickly to ask him the question since time is not on our side and the cameras are on.

he warns. “Yes, but I want to know this one,” I reply. "Maybe someday soon." For now, I've told you as much as I can…” He pauses and looks to his left, hearing something I can't, it seems. As relief covers Henderson's expression, a man walks into the woods. This man is small, shorter than me, but he is very muscular and his head is completely bald. Despite his strong appearance, he has kind eyes and is dressed in strange sailor clothes with a giant belt with a large metal part in the middle.

And I felt my heart pounding as I ran into the woods. I stopped beside a tree after running for a while and saw Trevor hiding in the woods. He was dressed in a black suit, and holding a briefcase that had Jericho's symbol on it. He stared at me with a dour expression, pulled a glowing bullet out of the briefcase, loaded his gun, and aimed at me. RUN!!

She, Jesse, and Mike walk off. “What about you, boy? You're excellent with a sword and a bow,” asks Trevor. “No, I am the leader of my squad, and I will stay a human. Thanks,” says Henry. “What, you think you are better than me boy, since you’re human?” Demands Trevor. “No, I'm just happy with my choice here,” says Henry. “I think it's because you have your pussy here and are scared to be more than you are,” spits out Trevor.

He yelled. My heart nearly burst from my chest. The snake lifted its head at him. Trevor picked a long tree branch from the roadside and approached it. “Trevor. Be careful.” He kept his distance, tapping the ground instead of the snake directly. Three times and the snake paused, then it slowly crawled from my windshield towards the tree branch. I covered my mouth in fear. Trevor guided it away from the car with slow movements. The snake finally disappeared into the bush as Trevor dropped it towards the direction. He didn't wait for another second, he hurriedly opened my door. I threw myself into his arms, my arms wrapped tightly around him. I couldn't stop crying.

After all, he had only just come into contact with Woody, and there was still a lot he didn't understand. "Don't worry. If Mr. Henderson needs our help, he'll call us. Otherwise, let's not meddle and risk messing things up even with good intentions," said Brayden. Both of them were businessmen, and Woody would naturally not involve them in the underground conflict. That would be like having amateurs do a professional's job. Alexander frowned and said, "Alright, if there's anything you need me to do, Mr. Trevor, please let me know in advance." Whenever there was an opportunity to perform, Alexander would never miss it.