User blog:Tesla Man/The Forest - Part I



Chapter I= Dwas hunched over the side of the wooden railing and spit out what vodka was in his stomach. The group cheered and Wonder dropped into his seat in a dizzy fashion and placed the empty shot glass onto the table in victory.

“You got room for one more?” Noah popped the cap off the bottle.

“Fuck you.” Wonder giggled and joined Dwas on the railing to throw up the vodka.

Noah poured one for Wach and him and the two took their seats at the small table on the porch of the cabin to finish up the bottle.

“Give it to me.” Dwas reached his arm backwards for the empty glass bottle of vodka, his other arm wrapped around his stomach as he coughed up the last drops.

Noah handed it over and Dwas wrapped his fingers around the neck of the bottle and hurled it over the porch railing and into the forested valley below to freeze in the autumn temperatures. Dwas turned around and wiped his mouth with a smile and headed inside, closing the sliding glass door behind him.

“Where’s he going?” Wach looked inside.

“Probably to pass out.” Wonder peered down into the valley with the crisp wind blowing up the side of the mountain and into his face. “I’ve never seen someone chug that much vodka before in my fuckin’ life.” He turned around and took a seat next to Noah and Wach.

“But you managed.” Noah finished off his shot glass and stared up at the stars and plastic lights strung around the cabin.

“Cause I’m used to it.” Wonder crossed his arms on the table and placed his head in the nest.

Wach laughed. “I’ve seen Wonder down twice that.” He referenced Wonder’s tendency to over drink at high-school parties. He flipped his phone out of his pocket and pushed the button at the bottom and lit up the screen, eyeing the percentage.

“Shit gotta go charge.” Wach leapt from the white plastic chair and slid open the glass door, stepped inside, and pulled it back closed.

The two sat in silence for a few seconds, Noah looking up at the stars and Wonder looking point blank with the tabletop.

“Where’re you going for college again?” Noah mumbled.

“UBC.” Wonder knocked his forehead against the table a few times to stop the dizziness caused by the vodka.

“Oh yeah…” Noah trailed off. “British Columbia… You gonna play for the Thunderbirds?”

Wonder sighed and stood up. “I’m gonna go to bed. Ask me in the morning.” He held his forehead in his hand and he wobbled over to the glass door and sloppily stepped into the house.

Noah watched him and grunted as he disappeared into the cabin. “You didn’t closed the door asshole!” He leaned back in his chair to see where Wonder went. “I don’t care!” He heard Wonder call out from inside and then a door shut.

Noah grabbed the glass door and began pulling as Wach jogged over to keep it open, his phone no longer in his possession. “Hold it.” Wach wrapped his fingers around the door and stepped out onto the porch. Noah slid it closed behind him and the two sat back down at the table in silence.

After a while, the silence was broken by Noah. “Hey, is Wonder gonna be playing for the Thunderbirds in college? I forgot.”

“Nah.” Wach’s eyes were closed and he was leaning back in his seat. “He wants to be a biologist or some shit.”

“That’s too bad.” Noah zipped up his jacked and the wind blew in fast. “He was good.”

“At hockey?” Wach laughed. “Nah.”

The group was a part of the high school’s hockey team and while they weren’t the best players on the team, it didn’t matter because they never once won a game.

Dwas’ parents rented out the cabin after they graduated for them to go up together before they all went their separate ways across Canada.

“You goin’ to college Wach?” Noah tuned to him.

“I’ve got a baby girl remember? I need to get a job first and then I’ll consider college.” Wach grunted.

“Oh yeah, 16 and pregnant.” Noah chuckled and placed his foot up onto the chair next to him that wasn’t occupied.

“You wanna be a writer, right?” Wach opened his eyes and looked at him.

“Something like that.” Noah responded.

“That’s too bad.” Wach closed his eyes again. “You were good.”

“At hockey?” Noah closed his eyes as well. “Nah.”

Wach stood up and grabbed the four shot glasses and marched over to the sliding glass door and stepped his foot inside. “I’m goin’ to bed. You wanna come in?”

“Nah.” Noah opened his eyes and sat up in his chair.

“Well its three o’clock in the morning, you might wanna start thinking about it.” Wach walked over to the table inside and set the glasses down.

“Hey Wach?” Noah called, followed by Wach poking his head out the glass door. “Can you toss me my book?”

“Which one?” He looked at the pile of three on the table next to the shot glasses.

“Stephen King.” He leaned forward to see inside. “Should be at the bottom of the pile.”

“Gotcha.” Wach tossed him the paperback book. “Not exactly my kinda nighttime reading material but whatever.”

“Just go to bed.” Noah smiled and shook his head, opening the book to the dim electric lights outside the cabin.

Wach chuckled and slid the door closed.

Noah got lost in the pages as he turned each one, diving deeper and deeper into Salem’s Lot. King’s beautifully written words and stabbing suspense surrounded him and transported him from a cabin patio in the Canadian boreal forest and into Jerusalem’s Lot, Maine.

He flipped and flipped and flipped for minutes on end until he flipped once more and finished the book. He paused for a moment and felt the back cover, realizing the story was over. He lifted his watch on his wrist and checked the time: 3:40 am.

“Holy Shit” He mumbled, glaring down at the book in awe and at how tired he was. He smiled a massive grin, “I read that thing fast.” He laughed. Noah had trouble reading since he was in middle school and resented books until he found horror which interested him to the point of no return. He just blazed through 439 pages in 2 hours and he couldn’t believe it.

He dropped the book to the table in front of him and stood up, rubbing his face ready to fall asleep – or grab another book. He wrapped his fingers around the glass door and slid it open, an awful friction noise came from it and Wach stirred on the couch in the main room, half asleep.

Noah tried a little harder to keep it quiet and then stepped into the cabin and pulled his shirt off for bed. He turned around and grabbed the sliding glass door again but something in the distance caught his eye.

In the pitch black of the night, he spotted a soft glow coming from the valley beneath him, and upon stepping out into the cool temperatures outside and looking down into the valley, he saw the glow was comprised of several soft orange lights, bouncing in a line.

He leaned over the railing a bit to look closer and spotted forward movement in the line of lights heading for the cabin.

He crossed his arms to keep himself warm and turned back for the cabin, stepping inside and sliding the glass door behind him.

“What were you looking at?” Wach sat up in the couch and looked at Noah in the darkness.

Noah flipped off the porch lights submerging the house into total darkness and replied, “Loggers outside.” He turned around and looked out the door, seeing the caravan of lights barely in the distance, “Guess it’s too dark for them to keep working.”

“Hm.” Wach turned over and went back to sleep.

Noah left the front room and wandered down the hallway and passed a room and looked inside. The room was dark but he saw the general outline of Wonder in the bed. He wandered into the next room and walked inside and sat on the bed, Dwas sleeping lightly on the other side.

Noah pulled his shoes off and then jumped into the bed and Dwas rolled over to face him.

“Thanks for letting me sleep in your bed and not Wonder’s.” Dwas cleared his throat. “It got a little uncomfortable last time we had to bunk up.”

“Whatever.” Noah dropped his head down onto the pillow.

“Cause he’s gay and stuff.” Dwas quickly added in.

“Yeah. Got it. Thanks.” Noah rolled over and faced the other direction. “Don’t make this awkward.”

“Yeah, sorry.” Dwas muttered.

Noah closed his eyes and dropped to sleep immediately, only to be woken up and hour or two later by the scratching of the glass door opening.


 * -|Chapter II=Coming Soon.
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