Father Nature
He was lost.
He inhaled and exhaled slowly keeping his jacket as closed as much as he could before the October night wind would invade his personal space. His clenched flashlight was his only sanctuary to help assist him on a suitable way out of these woods. Woods that seemed to share a common interest with some of his childhood nightmares remembering, a lot of them to this day.
He has not panicked yet as; he looked around at the moving shadows and the noises of sticks breaking along with misc. shadows that looked to be shapes of people or monsters. “monsters” that may have escaped from his own mind of the fear he was under.
He looked back for his cellphone and the minor reception it was having on a night such as this. His flashlight helped him even more being positioned securely in his right hand pointing to the pocket and, the safe hold he placed it in with his freehand.
“Shit…almost a dead battery and no Reception now...”
The wind howled at the singular reply he placed into the eerie setting.
It made him feel like even more the scenery was becoming alive all around him.
He stuffed his phone back into his pocket and tried to remember his bearings. He was disgusted and Angry and hurt of this moment he was contending with. Contending like a prized fight as the opponent had cement in their taped gloves. Taking the hits more and more in his mind as he is trying to survive the wilderness.
Something no survival shows he has binge watched has ever prepared him for.
Or His mother's Boyfriend “Big” Martian Denny’s famous talks ever prepared him for either. Martian is a hippie and nature enthusiast along with his buddies he went to high school with. They never really had done anything with their lives besides making their popularity contest they had in high school translate to the outside community.
As they were proud protestors amongst any sort of destruction or any sort of new political rule or law that was implemented without “Proper Justice.”
A slogan that has become too synonymous with them.
The quote un-quote “Proper Justice Group.” On occasion Martian wears the singular shirts that was printed by a friend of a friend from the local printing shop. “PJG” in the upper right corner.
Regardless with the mention of Martian It was in-fact Martian, and his little hippie group was a contributor to this “scary moment.” For the larger story at work here as our “Wanderer” continues to try and find the path from his memory he had taken earlier that day, the narrative must be painted to understand the dilemma he is having.
For when one Evan Lynn was born no one ever painted him as a “outdoorsy type.”
His mother did not neither did his father. In-fact growing up amongst his three other brothers, they had never saw what Evan saw in the mirror.
For secretly as his mind had become quite overbearing making the common calculations and other science related studies a breeze for him. Evan became obsessed with nature of all kinds. Animals and their personal habitats became a collector’s initiative to know and to replicate in his own way-even though he struggled with the common physicality part of nature.
The whole un-even ground, always hiking, always getting bit by bugs or spiders (if you are not careful.) always prepare for the life and death weather conditions (if they were to arise too.)
Oh, and let us not forget the “love loss” he had learned naturally. A lot of animals in the wild or in captivity to view for your own pleasure is “NOT so nice.”
Yes of course, overtime through his parents split and his oldest brother’s departure out of his personal life due to some “Unknown” conflict between he and his mother Evan with all his scars and Stripes (so to speak.) continued to press on.
Of course, his mother (who he lived with) hoped and prayed for him to be better adaptive to this “craze” and perhaps “find” a better social circle to be around did not get her wish in the slightest.
His younger Brother (who also chose to live with him and their mother) wished for the same thing. he never openly admitted to it since he valued the whole “Big brother, little brother vibe” they had going for them since the two big brothers decided to go live with Dad. (perspectives vary). A sad thing to carry every day when he was just trying to make it big in soccer. To be the next David Beckham or Ronaldo. Even though he was Just “Ethan Lynn.” But at home and socially Evan was not winning over people’s hearts and minds. He was literally what the kids called him every day “father nature.”
Harriet Lynn (his mother) was desperate.
So, she only turned to one other person that she was albe to trust. And love in her delicate situation.
Which lead Dear Evan Lynn there and now with a flashlight and his coat to find his way out of the darkened brushed forest seething on the focal point of “finding that stoned piece of shit and knocking him on his ass.”
“Or his bitch friends and their kids...”
The gut-wrenching emotion of anger was fueling him remembering the faces (of what he thought was friendly) from earlier.
He was becoming too deadest on reeking his vengeance upon them.
Thinking of when they decided “not to wait for him” as he wondered off to be in amazement of a beaver dam that was a monstrous site at “Cape Gold.” He thought about it more and more thinking of the ugly bearded face of Martian and his crusty old bandanna smiling his dirty teeth whispering to his buddies and their children into “how funny these shits going to be. Watch! he says, “He loves nature?” welp let's see if nature loves him.”
The dialogue was something he had come up with on the spot. As it was in Martian nature to do such a thing.
But what got dear Evan Terrified is they had taken his little bookbag of things to aide him “Physically” deal with the circumstances of “The Woken Up” Hike was going to give him.
It left nothing but a bad taste in his mouth that they only thing they had left was simply a flashlight.
So (being caught up now fully) Evan was alone and lost in the “Siberian Hill’s Forest” trying to make it home as best as he could.
Until on the wind that was blowing through the branches of the trees overhead a small noise was becoming louder and louder.
Evan stops thinking it could be a rescue party looking for him.
“HEY!!! HEYYY!!!” his only two option to say loud so it could echo. There was silence responding back. he got frightened in his 16-year-old mind. So, he screamed again.
“HEYYYYYYY I am OVER HERE!!!!”
The sound came back this time for a reply that it did not do before.
It was a sound that at first started to sound like a rattle of some sort before it, turned into a full-fledged loud panicked cry from a “distressed woman.” It frightened the Youngster at first, but he did not run from it.
He stood still for a moment with his flashlight in his hands still shining bright now into the dark skies above.
He looked around in a worry. As he listened to the hysterical loud cry (that seemed to be nearby) He instantly, strapped his “Invisible red cape on” to go and investigate. “I am coming Lady hold on...”
He started to run to the Wailing woman that seemed to be getting louder and louder. His flashlight focused on the path in-front of him navigating his path through the sharpened sticks and pricker bushes that was taking their pints of blood from the opened spots of his flesh that, was shown.
He seemed to allow a certain part of himself to take over his total struggle he was originally trying to solve mins prior. As he was determined to see this woman was in safe hands.
“Hold on I am coming!!! I am Coming!!”
Captivated to a certain extent to believe into his own Dialogue he did not see the “created path’s” dramatic drop into a hill. A mud hill...
As he dropped dramatically his flashlight was flinging the light all around highlighting the slide that seemed to go on forever.
He was not albe to make out a large visual then what he would like before it abruptly stopped sending him and his flashlight flinging forward and into fresher amounts of thicker mud. The contact with the mud that shot through his nostrils and coated his eyes pretty good. He was disorientated to say the least. Until another louder scream was heard from behind him.
He quickly got scared looking up from the muck to see another 16-year-old body came flying at his point of origin. His eyes were wide and barely moves to the side to allow the other body to make the same contact.
