Date: Sat, Aug 22nd 2009

From: Cody <>

Twinergy and the Boys of Clear Lake

Chapter Eight:

Russian Roulette, Fade to One

Disclaimer: This story involves homosexual acts between two or more under-age boys. If this offends you, or is illegal for you to view, or if you are too young to read it, leave now and do not return. This story is entirely fictitious, and any similarity to persons living or dead, or to actual events is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter 8

We had to deep six the boarding session because we couldn't take the chance on running the boat on anything more than low speed. So I figured we needed a way to end the day on a fun note before we headed back home. I asked Jace and the twins to look over the back of the boat to see if they could see any damage to the prop. They jumped up on the rear seats and engine cover and looked over the edge.

Then I walked up behind them and gave each of them a quick push in the lower back sending them flailing into the cold water. Blake, Cody, K.C, and Reiley started laughing hysterically as I yelled, "SUCKERS!" But Sasha just got a panicked look because he knew where this was going, and since he was the smallest, a swim was pending whether he wanted one or not.

As Jace and the twins were coming back to the surface with all sorts of curse words, I walked back to the front of the boat to Blake, who was sitting on the top of the driver's seat with his feet in the seat, high-fiving me. Only I gave him a push off the side as well, and in he went, never suspecting I would be so bold as to cross him. Haha, Four down, and four to go. I turned around to look for Reiley, K.C, and Cody, Only I was immediately grabbed around the waist by K.C., while Reiley said, "Not so fast runt, maybe you have some delusions and forgot that you're the lightest one” - except for Sasha, of course - “OK guys, do your thing."

Then K.C. grabbed my wrists, Cody bent down and grabbed my ankles, and Reiley stripped off my board shorts. I was powerless to stop them. "Oh, you fuckers!" I yelled.

Then, on the count of three, I was swung out over the edge of the boat and into the water. I surfaced just as Blake, Jace, Trav, and Wesley had approached me and dunked my head under again. Then I was immediately tickled in tandem by all four of them. They all knew that of all of them, I was the most sensitive when it came to tickles, something Cody let them in on years ago. I can't count how many times they made me wet my pants over the years, but only when I really had it coming for something. And good thing I was in the water, `cause just like before, the dam broke and I started to release. Then I felt a hand reach down and pinch the little tip of my two inch penis closed. I yelled, "Stop please, I really gotta go!"

It was Blake no less, and as the others laughed, he let go of the shriveled little tip. As I peed, we looked up at the boat, and saw K.C. walk over to Sash, grab him like a rag doll, and instruct Reiley to strip his shorts off. Then he said, "OK, let's take care of Nika's little clone before we get to the main event."

Then like a shot fired from a cannon, cute little blond Sash went soaring over the side of the boat, splashing into the chilly lake. I could see Cody, K.C, and Reiley wrestling, trying to see who would be the last one standing and king of the mountain. Or king of the boat in this case. With Blake in the water, K.C. was the strongest of the three, so just like any good conspiracy, Cody and Reiley turned on K.C, and over he went. That left just Cody and Reiley, and it was anyone's guess who would win that battle because they were so evenly matched. But before the match continued, Reiley stood up on the side of the boat with his back to the water, and yelled, "Go ahead Cody, it's your day after all!"

Cody: “AHHH, kool, a freebie," and in went Reiley.

Then as we were all screaming at the edge of the boat, Cody hit the CD player on the stereo and threw a couple water footballs into the lake. He stood on the side of the boat, stripped off his shorts, swung them around over his head like a stripper, then dove into the water.

We were having an absolute blast, but the only drawback was that Sequoia wasn't with us. He had to help his mom with one of her jobs that day, but he definitely needed some more time with his friends.

We splashed around for an hour or more. Then I noticed our boat was missing. Again. So I looked over at Blake and asked, "Hey Blake, where's the boat?"

Blake: “Oh shit Nika, not twice in one day!"

Travis and Sasha overheard us, looked around, then yelled at Blake and pointed, "It's over there!"

Blake: "Ahh, shit! The current's carrying it towards shore again!"

Cody: “We're the fastest swimmers Blake, let's go!"

"Yah everyone, he's right, and it may take the two of us to get back into the boat if it's choppy. I think we have time if we hurry. Stay here and we'll be back for you."

We watched as they swam in tandem. They both were on the school swim team, and were capable of a brisk pace. Sure enough, about five minutes later, we saw Cody pull himself up over the edge of the boat as Blake assisted him with a hard push to his bare ass. Cody then dropped the ladder off the back of the boat so Blake could climb in and the he fired up the engine. They had about fifty or sixty yards to spare before the boat would have hit the rocks. It took less than a minute for them to cruise back to us, then Cody sat idling and Blake pulled seven naked kids into the boat.

We cruised slowly back to the dock being very careful not to cause any additional damage. Blake was at the wheel, and the rest of us were talking and taking in as much of the beautiful scenery and fresh air as we could. Cody and I were up front with Blake, sitting in the passenger seat. I was in Cody's lap with his arms wrapped around my chest at first, then around my waist. It really felt good, and everyone else just let it go. Only Cody was still a little shy about it after his revelation a short time earlier, and soon pulled his arms back. But I turned and whispered in his ear that it was OK. We didn't have to change everything we did now that he was out. Our friends had gotten used to seeing us act a certain way for the last eight years or so, so there was no reason to stop now or change things out of guilt or shame. So I reached down, took Cody's arms - soft downy hairs and all - and wrapped them first around my chest, then around my waist again.

As I stroked his arms ever so gently under the towel we had draped over us (it was cold after all, and we were all wet), I could feel the soft hairs on Cody's legs brush against mine, and I started getting another erection. I whispered in Cody's ear, "You're getting me hard dork, better stop rubbing your legs against mine!"

He replied, "No way, it feels too good. I can feel your hairs too. They're sticking out like mine and all prickly from the water and cool air."

"Someone might see doofus!"

"I don't fucking care if they do Nika, I've earned it."

So that was still another revelation. Getting aroused and horny when your penis and balls are cold and shriveled is different, it feels better. Only then Cody took it a step further. I felt his hand pulling at the string on my shorts. I was looking around nervously while he was sniffing my wet, still drying hair and holding me in place with his other arm so I couldn't go anywhere. But it looked as though everyone else was either tired or just preoccupied, so I relaxed a little, even though I was still quite nervous.

The next thing I knew, he was pulling the left flap of my shorts open, and I heard the Velcro scrunching. My shriveled, cold little penis started to firm up as I felt the blood rush into it. Cody ran two or three fingers under my tight smooth sack, then wrapped his hand around my still not quite erect penis. After a couple squeezes, that was no longer the case. My cold but hard penis was heating up very fast. My toes were clinching the towel on the floor of the boat and my whole body had goosebumps. The soft hairs on Cody's legs were driving me insane, and he knew it. He knew I loved it and it was perfect timing and a perfect place - albeit a risky one - but maybe thats what made it feel sooo good!

As good as it felt, just the legs and some gentle squeezes, I was still in no danger of making a mess. So I whispered to Cody not to stop, that it felt good. Once I relaxed, and realized that no one could see what was happening, safe behind the cover of our giant beach towel, Cody upped the ante. I felt his free hand start to roam over the goosebumps on my chest and over my nipples. I closed my eyes behind my sunglasses and took in the feelings. Then his hands were gone. Oh well, I thought, maybe he was tired. While all this was going on, we were still taking part in little conversations occasionally going on in the boat with the others.

Then my eyes opened wide, I let out a little yelp and lost my breath for a second. Jace was up in the front of the boat and looked back and asked if I was OK, and so did Blake, across from us in the driver's seat. I looked at them both and answered, "Yah, just got a chill!"

And boyyy did I ever! One of Cody's hands returned to my chest and the other to my penis. But the hand on my penis was wet and slippery. I looked at the floor and noticed an open tube of Banana Boat sunscreen that was in the compartment in front of us a few minutes before. So that explained where Cody's hands had gone. “Oh well, too late to stop him now,” I thought.

He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Just relax Nikita, no one will know a thing. Just act kool and you'll be OK."

I replied, "Yah Cody, but what if I sperm?"

"That's the whole point of this Nika, you better. It'll go right into the towel. If you don't make any noise, no one will notice!"

"OK Codes, do you want me to let you know when it happens?"

"No buddy, I'll know."


He continued to stroke my penis up and down and while I fidgeted a bit, I remained as calm as I could. I was shaking under the towel, but ever so often Cody would whisper in my ear, "It's OK Nika, you're doing just fine."

He continued to stroke, all the while increasing his motion on my chest and stomach with his other hand, and he kept rubbing his fuzzy legs against mine. It was about all I could take.

Only then I felt him pushing his erect penis into my butt crack and I froze, taking in a very loud and deep breath. Then I grabbed at his arms. Blake and Jace both turned again, and this time they both had to know what was going on underneath the towel as my penis tightened up and began to spasm. They were both looking at me and Cody and smiling as I spasmed thin jets of milky warm fluid into the towel. I had a flushed look on my face and was breathing hard and I felt a little scared and vulnerable.

Blake looked over at me and asked, "You OK champ?"

I replied in a high pitched voice, "Yah, I think so. Err, I will be in a minute."

Then Jace popped in with, "Yah, they're both gonna be OK I think."

Travis and Wesley walked up from the back and asked what was going on, and Jace simply told them, "Nothing."

Then Blake added, “I'll talk to you two about it later, OK?"

The twins both said OK, and returned to their seat. It was funny, but Blake and Jace, both winked at me and Cody at the same time, with neither realizing that the other had done the exact same thing. Meanwhile, Cody wiped his hand and my penis off with the inside part of the towel that was still dry, and played around a little with my soft sparse pubes before closing my shorts and tying them off.

What a day, and now Jace knew even more about us. Maybe not that I was gay or bi, but at the very least, I let Cody play with me. Oh well, we were home anyway, so it was time to hit the shower and get some dinner.

Blake docked the boat, and we all unpacked and headed to our respective homes. My dad came down to the dock when we pulled the boat up and Blake and I explained what happened. Not the whole story, (of course), just that we hit a shallow spot in the water that we hadn't seen. He didn't seem mad and was just glad that we were all safe. He, mom and Tash were heading into town to get some takeout from the BBQ place so he said he'd take the boat to The Boatworks and check it in for repairs and that Mom and Tash could pick him up on the way back from the rib joint. We told him that we all talked it over and we would pitch in to pay the whole amount. He was touched by that, I could tell he wasn't expecting it. In any case, he said it was just a one day job, so it should be done by tomorrow evening and we could pay him back later when we got the money together.

Then me and Sash looked at each other with a glimmer in our eyes and a smile on our faces and said "SHOWER" real loud at the same time. We made our way to the bathroom and jumped in naked and had quite a fun time goofing off and washing each others hair.

Sequoia did join us for dinner, as both Sasha and I longed for his company. We'd all missed him during the day. The rest of the night was filled with my family and Sequoia over dinner on the porch, a game of Trivial Pursuit, and half of a movie, since none of us could make it through to the end. At about 11:00, Sash tugged on my sleeve and said, "Let's go to bed Nika."

I asked Sequoia if he wanted to join us and stay the night, and both my parents urged him to do so as he seemed as beloved to them as he did to me and Sasha. But he said he had to get up real early to help his mom with something. It depressed us, but we let it go. You could see by the smile on his face that he loved the attention, though. He knew he was soo welcome and loved here and that he'd found a family.

Sash and I lumbered up the stairs after seeing Sequoia to his guest house and we both hit my room, stripping off our clothes on our way to my bed, and we were almost out before our heads hit the pillow. My last memory of the day was kissing his soft blond hair before he crawled in ahead of me. Boxers only again tonight as it was a warm evening and my fireplace wasn't even needed.

I woke up feeling very uneasy with wet boxers, not from wetting the bed and peeing, but from a cold sweat. My "twinergy" was off the charts and I could feel something was wrong, but what? I began understanding and accepting my gift now more and more, just as Sequoia had nudged me to do. I could sense danger, but for who? And from where? I closed my eyes and thought real hard, and tried to focus on my upheaval during the night. I knew I had a bad dream, and I needed to remember what it was about. That's where the clues were. I focused real hard on Cody. If it was "twinergy" at work, it had to involve him somehow...right? Well, that's what I thought, but I was drawing a blank. What in the hell was going on? Was it a false alarm? "Twinergy" never has false alarms, something is going on I thought....but what? If it wasn't Cody, could be me in danger? And if so, from what? From who? I didn't feel anything abnormal from myself, and didn't get the normal "vision" when I'm in some kinda trouble.

Just then, a vision flashed across my mind. It was a section of two lane highway, one I know well along Hwy 89, not more than a couple miles from my house, real close to the the river and dam. It was dark and slightly foggy, but then it vanished. It had been part of my dream from last night, but that was it for now. I sensed this was the key. That danger was close, and real. But I was in the dark as to what and who. And worse, I was in a race against time again, but where do I go from here, and how do I remember?

I glanced at my digital alarm clock (every middle schoolers worst enemy) and it read 4:15am, so it was early and no one can be up and about and in danger at this time. Right? So it must be a false alarm then. Or maybe not so false, just not so near, but maybe it's something that's upcoming? I felt I needed to clear my head (and also to let the dampness on my sheets dry).

I looked around and noticed that Sash was nowhere to be found. He musta got up at some point in the night and returned to his own room because I had an uneasy sleep and was probably tossing and turning in my bed. But to be sure he was safe, I walked through our bathroom and stuck my head in his door and sure enough, he was cuddled up into a giant stuffed panda bear in his own bed. I walked over and kissed him on the cheek. I went back to my room and threw the goose down comforter from my bed back to air-out, then went into the bathroom to splash my face. With that done, I went back to my room, shed my boxers and changed into a pair of jeans and a hooded white sweatshirt I found lying on the floor. The jeans were the same ones I'd worn a few days before after my walk in the woods with Sequoia and they still smelled of pine. Then I threw some logs in my fireplace and turned my gas cheater on to get them going, grabbed a bottle of Arrowhead water from my little fridge and went out on my balcony. Once outside, I breathed in real deep to get some oxygen into my blood to wake up and clear my head. The air felt foggy and wet, but helped with the waking up part. I began thinking to myself what was going on in my mind? I guessed I was going to have to chalk it up to just being overprotective of Cody, that and letting my imagination take over on me. But that's not the way twinergy works, so something must be up? Right?

Oh well,” I thought, “maybe I should just get back to sleep and see what happens later in the morning.” I was leaning against the railing, surveying the forest, lake, and street below. I was just about to turn around and go back inside when BAM, I saw the stretch of highway again. That, and a semi-trailer with its fog-lights on moving through the hazy stretch. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone again. I shook my head and looked down below me again at the yard and I noticed a light on through the creeping fog in the guest house below, the one Sequoia and his family stayed in. I thought, “Huh? Maybe I'll creep down and see if Sequoia's up and pass my concern by him.” I hate being a pest, he's helped me enough as it is, but maybe there was a reason the light was on inside.

I slipped on my high-tops (no socks), and crept down the stairs. I was being careful to keep it slow. It was pretty dark, and the wooden house can creak real loud at night after the house has a chance to settle down. I wanted to be careful not to wake anyone. Or even worse, trip over my own feet, or something else and break a bone. Especially the one leading the way at the front of my jeans. Damn morning boners. I should have peed up stairs to get rid of it, but I'll hit the bathroom at the base of the second floor across from Tasha's room. I walked inside and carefully shut the door and stood at the toilet. Then I played the old game of patiently waiting for it to subside enough so that you don't pee all over the wall. But finally, I said to myself, "Fuck this!” and flipped open the door to the shower and let loose with a very comforting spray. I watched the neon yellow stream fly thru the air and hit the tile wall, then cascade down to the floor and drain below. I wondered what it was about morning pisses. Why are they always yellow? I mean when I piss during the day, it's usually clear, but yellow piss seems to be the standard in the morning or after I take my vitamins. How odd. Well, at least it was done, so I wiped my now soft dick on the hand towel (sure it will dry before someone uses it later in the day), and made my way to the front door.

I hit my code to disengage the alarm on the front door (yes, my mom and dad had separate alarm codes for me, Sash, and Tash, saying it was for our safety in case they ever need to track us.) Why not just have a computer chip implanted under our skin? What the fuck? On further reflection, I better not ever bring that up, or they may take me up on that. I stepped out onto the rocky entryway and carefully shut the door behind me, so as not to make any noise. I walked out and down the stairs to the driveway and around the corner of the house. The only thing I could hear was the stream of water gurgling into the pool as it passed through the filter. I was still too far from the creek that passed through our yard or the lake to hear the peaceful sounds of water passing through or of waves gently patting the rocky beach.

I quietly snuck up to the window where the light was seeping through the front of the guest house, and took a peek inside. As luck would have it, it wasn't Sequoia, but his mother. It appeared she was doing dishes and cleaning up the kitchen and around the sink. She must have a little bit of Sequoia in her, because she had a feeling she was being watched. So she snapped her head around to see me peeping through the window. I didn't even try to duck or hide as it would have just been useless. She cocked her head with a puzzled look on her face, but then waved to me and made her way to the door.

I stepped back and to the left to greet her, hoping she wouldn't be mad at me or think I was a pervert and watching her. Well, I'm thirteen, so she must know I'm a pervert by default, we all are. But I still wasn't watching her. Well, technically I was, but not for the wrong reason. Or if you are a pervert, then the wrong reason would be the right reason....right?

Oh well, whatever, she opened the door and said, "Hello Nika, what are you doing up so early?"

"Hi Golden Fawn, I'm sorry if I scared you."

"It's OK Nika, you didn't scare me."

"I wasn't staring at you, it's just that I woke up early and saw your light on from my balcony."

"It's OK Nika, you're welcome here anytime. Would you like to come in? Can I fix you something to eat?"

"Maybe for just a minute, but I'm not really hungry yet. Thank you though."

I stepped inside and it smelled wonderful. She must have been cooking really early this morning. So maybe Sequoia was up?

"Didn't sleep well Nika?"

"Just kinda having weird dreams again I guess."

"Ahh, Sequoia said something about that. And that you two had a nice visit. But he didn't go into detail about what it was about. He's very fond of you Nika!"

"I'm very fond of him too ma'am. And yes, we did. Have a nice talk I mean. I value him very much. He's much more than a friend, he's more like a brother. And by the way, something smells really good in here."

"Haha, I just finished cooking tamales, fresh corn and flour tortillas, and carnitas. Are you sure I can't fix you something to eat Nika?"

"No, no thanks Golden Fawn, but by any chance is Sequoia up? I really need to talk to him for just a minute." Just at that very moment I saw the vision again and squinted my eye's as if in pain. Feeling confused again as to who was in trouble and needed help. But again, I felt strongly that Cody was OK.

Golden Fawn had noticed my reaction and said, "I'm sorry Nika, but Sequoia's not here. Are you OK?"

"Um, not really. What do you mean not here?"

"You know, not here, he's gone."

"Is he on a trip? Did he go out of town or something?"

"No sweetheart, he took the food into town for farmers market today. That's why I'm up cooking so early. The extra money comes in handy."

"Farmers Market?"

"Yes Nika, I was going myself but Sequoia could see I was tired and said he'd prefer he went because of the foggy weather. He could get there and back faster than me. It's only three or four miles and he has his i-pod. So it'll go fast."

For the first time, I became conscious of something very cold in my jeans pocket. I asked, "Farmers Market? Where? Where's it at Golden Fawn?"

"It's on the edge of town, just before you get there. I've seen your mom there before."

"Oh My God, you mean along Hwy 89?"

"Yes, by the dam where the river begins."

For some reason, I reached into my pocket to see what was so cold, and to my surprise, I pulled out an old Indian head penny. And that's when it hit me, as I thought back to that day with Sequoia and remembered the conversation that he'd willed me to forget until the time was right. I felt a rush of blood go to my head and I started feeling sick because I suddenly remembered him slipping something into my pocket after our walk through the woods. And now I knew exactly what it was, it was that penny. "Oh My GOD, it's not's Sequoia!"

"What's Sequoia... What's wrong Nika. Are you sure you're OK?"

I turned around and ran past the front door slamming it open and taking off across the yard as she was speaking to me making her way to the open door. "NO, I'm not OK, not at all OK!"

"Where are you going?"

As I was running I turned my head and yelled back "Just wake up my parents and tell them to get down there right now. You too! It's an emergency!"

I could feel the adrenaline pulse through my blood and was running faster than I ever had before. I cut through the forest along the same path I knew Sequoia would be taking. I leapt over every boulder and log that blocked my path as if I was on cruise control and had a course plotted in. My every step was perfect. I felt like a mountain buck that knew the path and had the agility to navigate it at full speed. I was at full gallop and was somehow able to see my way, even in the dim light. The sun had not yet come up. It was only about 4:30 or 4:40 in the morning. I covered a half mile in almost no time at all, but I was beginning to feel the sweat bead on my forehead and drip down my face. I was breathing hard, but not at all out of breath. I felt a determination, an urgency. I felt that there wasn't a track star alive that could catch me right then. If a mountain lion was in hot pursuit of my ass right then, he was going home hungry, because there was no catching me.

As I ran, my thought processes began sifting through information. I tried working out scenarios and solutions in my mind. First, was I over-reacting and was this all paranoia? Well, it didn't matter, because danger had already seeped into my head. So I saw the threat as real until proven otherwise.

Secondly, I owed it to Sequoia to be there for him for a change. For once, someone had to put Sequoia's safety and well-being ahead of his own, and that thought made me feel good and reinforced my vigor towards reaching him and finding him safe.

I was more than halfway there when something began to happen that made it clear that there were forces at work, and it was not just my imagination. Everything went quiet and I could hear myself breathe. Time slowed down and I could feel my reasoning and thought processes better than I ever had before. It was like that morning in the tree house when I saved Cody, only more intense. I was becoming more experienced and gifted. It was if I was tuned into not only nature, but I instantly felt what Sequoia was telling me about "my gift”. I had a better understanding now of what it was and how to use it. It was as much mental as it was physical, and I could tell my brain was reacting like it had never done before. I began seeing things in places beyond where I was at. I could see Sequoia in my mind walking alongside the road, and knew exactly where he was. And I could see the tractor trailer again some distance behind. I was close, real close, and getting closer with each and every step.

I closed my eyes and continued to run at full speed as my feet knew where to plant themselves missing every rock and pine cone along my path. I had a feeling I was about to make a big difference in someone's life for the positive and knew whatever I was called on to do, I was going to be successful. As I approached the highway I could sense the truck approaching and at the same time see Sequoia crossing the highway along a slow curve about a half mile from his destination. They stretch was still a wooded area some distance to any structures, but he could see them in the distance.

At that moment, I broke out of the woods and I could see him not too far in the distance up ahead. At the same time I could actually hear the semi off in the distance behind me.

My high tops continued their desperate pummeling of the highway eating up valuable chunks of pavement with each leap. But would I be in time to make a difference if I was indeed to make one? Or was an incident even destined to happen? Or was Sequoia aware of what was happening and able to circumnavigate it himself?

I was yelling his name at the top of my lungs but he couldn't hear me. I'm sure he probably had his i-pod going and was oblivious to my shouts. With him, you never knew if he was listening to music, nature sounds like rain, or whale song. In any case, I was damn close and had almost caught him. As I glanced behind me, I could see a reflection. Glowing lights from around the blind curve. I knew the semi was close and so might be the outcome. I was now within a mere seconds of Sequoia and I heard the thundering horns for the semi signaling that the driver had indeed broken the curve and spotted a young boy in the street. I was sooo damn close to him, and the time of decision had come.

Was I to make a leap and get him out of the way? Or was I destined to just watch as the incident unfolded before my eyes, a split second to late? I was indeed inside a bubble, at one with my gift. I surveyed the situation and measured up the distances one last time. And then made my choice. The moment of reckoning had arrived, and the past and the future had met each other at the crossroads. The incident had unfolded, and what was, became what is. Lives were changed and futures altered. But love will never be truly lost. Sequoia saw to that the last time he and I had spoken.

The truck driver hit his brakes, locking up his big rig as it skidded across the highway. The boy felt no pain. The precious, ever-giving life-force left his body in an instant. Just as his body had left his sneakers, coming to rest on the forest floor some forty or so yards ahead. The truck that had fractured this innocent child's skull and shattered his neck and spine, jack-knifed and come to rest halfway off the road and in a gulch at the edge of the highway.

The broken body of the boy lay amongst a pile of pine cones and branches up ahead of the scene along the side of the road. An innocent blood-stained face of a gifted child who was now out of pain and free from the bonds of humanity. A small wooden cross stands there now with fresh flowers left occasionally by passer-byes who want to give remembrance to him. A memorial, if you will.

Freshly made food created by a loving mother was scattered all along the road along with broken dishes and utensils. Another boy, one who was also loving and caring and on a mission of mercy, was also lying unconscious alongside the road, having hit his head hard on the concrete after leaping forward. Not dead, but not completely alive either. For one loving caring boy, his magical journey through life had ended, and he was now on his way to the next journey, the one on the other side. And as for the other boy, it was just the beginning of another journey. One, if even possible, to find his way back to his friends and family and out of the coma he fought to stay in. Behind the safe blanket he did not want to be released from. After all, he finds it dark and comforting, where no one can hurt him. And above all, he will not have to face the loss of someone so close to him. Someone whom he loved and idolized.

The trucker, shaken and bruised, but overall unscathed, radioed for help from the authorities in a shaky voice filled with emotion. Not so much adrenalin, but regret, remorse, and massive guilt. After all, as tragic as the scene is, he too is an unsuspecting victim. Not being at fault of any wrong doing, and having broken no laws, just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He faces having to go through life accepting the fact that he had taken an innocent life, and it hit him very hard. He could only break down and cry over the broken child laid out beneath him. He looked down into the beautiful open eyes of the sweet boy with such an angelic face, before pulling a blanket over the limp body. He still had tears rolling down his face thinking of his two young sons at home, safe in their beds. And what some poor parents will have to go through. And not in an unselfish way, that it won't be his wife receiving the early morning call to come down and identify the remains.

He forced himself to go into his cab and set up cones and flares to warn oncoming traffic of the hazard ahead. The two lane highway was going to be closed for some time. The large man's chest continued to heave and he remained very emotional, when he noticed out of the corner of his eye another body alongside the road. As he got closer, it was another boy, one that he had not previously noticed. He walked up to the boy, mouthing in a low voice to himself, "Please dear God, not another one."

Fearing the worst, he knelt down beside the child and placed his hand on the boy's chest. He felt it move. He felt a pulse. Weak, but none the less it was there. “By God,” he thought, “this boy's alive.” He quickly got on his radio and alerted the authorities again. There was a second boy, only this one was still alive.

Not being a busy stretch of highway that early in the morning, only a few cars began to back up as the Highway Patrol and the local Sheriff's deputies began to arrive on the scene. Within a few more minutes the rigs and paramedics from the local fire station a few miles up the highway began to arrive and they immediately tended to the comatose child. And throughout the early morning hours the coroner, more emergency vehicles, a crane, and heavy duty semi tow truck also arrived.

Amongst all the confusion, an SUV pulled up alongside the road and three anxious, terrified parents got out and ran to the police tape cording off the area. All three in a panic with visions of their precious child's short life and all the joy these two angels on earth have brought to them, their family' and their community. They knew the loss of either of the children would be a shock to Clear Lake as a whole. And at the same time, both sets of parents were also thinking of the same thing: “I hope it's not my boy.” They knew it was a selfish thought, knowing full well that if it wasn't their child, then it was surely the other's. They would feel loss either way, but the guilt of those thoughts would have to wait. Because right now, the price of being generous and hoping the best for the other was too high a price to pay. It was a fight for their family going on inside their minds. A fight for their child's life. All three thinking, “Please don't let it be Nika/Sequoia!”

Nika's father explained who they were and then all three were escorted to two stretchers, one destined to the morgue via a coroner's van, and the other with a boy hooked up to an IV with paramedics hovering over him, preparing him first for the ambulance journey to the airport, then to a medevac helicopter transport to the roof of the Children's Hospital in Reno. Then to the Emergency Room where a team of specialists were already washing up and preparing for the lucky boy's arrival. And I only say lucky, because for the other, every laugh, every tear, every emotion, and every adventure that he has experienced in his short life, had come to a tragic end. He will never be a part of his friend's or family's lives again, he will never again take part in the good times that would surely come. He will never get to experience and enjoy the bright future that awaited him. He will live now only in their memories. And the pain that those who love him will feel will be felt deeply, and the pain will be excruciating for months, even for years to come.

The parents arrived at the stretchers with a Sheriff's escort, and the blanket was pulled back revealing the beautiful face of the unlucky child, his eyes empty and lifeless. All three parents instantly began to cry, as the two women became hysterical, both dropping to their knees, clinched in a hug. The man just put his hand to his forehead and looked up at the morning sky as dawn was breaking. This was to be just the beginning of an extremely tragic, gripping, and emotional summer for them, their community, and for the rest of, the Boys of Clear Lake.

That concludes this chapter of Twinergy and Boys of Clear Lake. This is my first attempt at writing so any feedback, direction, or comments are appreciated. Please forward comments to the address below:


*** Special thanks to my friend JJ, a wonderful Nifty Author, who painstakingly takes the time to edit my work, along with all the typo's and long winded sentences.....thank you my friend!

Stay tuned for:

Twinergy and the Boys of Clear Lake

Chapter 9:

Changing of the Guard? and/or a Funeral for a Friend!