Fogo [Discontinued Read Desc]

Fogo: The Return

**Note Kelh is pronounced as Keh-ugh (Like Dis-gu-sted) The L is silent in this word**

Fogo: The Return

     Driving back up the once desolate road, now packed with cars facing Cedars I came to a fork in the road. The backed up cars from the Forest was cutting off the fastest route to Robins house. There was no way I could drive around the cars blocking me, There was a cliff face on one side and an actual cliff on the other side. My best way of travel is to loop through the new housing complex just a mile back. Once at the new housing development I'd have to take the gravel road down and that should hopefully lead me to Robins; or the very least a mile or two from it.

     Backing up and slowly turning around I drove on the opposite side of the road towards the town. The rain was still coming down and slowly picked up. Reaching the road to the new housing complex I flashed my hand to the man in his car that allowed me to pass him and proceed up the hill. Flicking the switch the wiper blades scratched and squeaked along the wet glass. The screeching reminded me of something...

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     "Class settle down! Settle down!" The teacher smacked his meter stick on the desk in an attempt to grab the classes attention; however it ceased to work. Mike screeched his chair over to my desk adjacent to his and showed me something on his new phone.

     "Yo, check this out!" He said trying to contain his laughter.

     I immediately began to chuckle as I saw, paused on the screen, an elderly lady in a hot dog suit.

     "Fucking chintzy sons of bitches! Take that!" The elderly lady threw a brick off screen towards a rather fancy Californian home. Glass sounds echo throughout the speakers. I couldn't contain my laughter. The scene flipped to the elderly lady holding a gas canister whilst screaming at the camera crew "I'm Not From Nebraska" to have her statement responded with "No one said you were". Mike nearly dropped the phone due to his laughter. I couldn't contain my composure and burst into laughter too.

     "I love this bitch! She is too good" Mikes face beat red from laughing too hard.

     "Wish I could be this humorous and popular" Mike laughed. I felt his pain for some reason. I don't know how to explain it, but somehow when he said that I felt his social discomfort. Which puzzled me because Mike always seemed very outgoing. In my eyes, and like many other at school Mike seemed to be one of the most popular guys. Maybe he didn't see how popular he was, or he is trying to avoid that height of popularity. 

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     Turns out that Mike was very heart homed when you get to know him. What I mean by heart homed is that he was very in touch with what he called 'home'. He cared very much about his family and the house he grew up in. Sadly his family didn't have the same respect for him as he does for them. It could be because his father was upset that he didn't have a nice girlfriend; or maybe having bad grades. Mike was a 'lost boy' so to speak. He never had a plan for the future. Thinking that the wind will guide him down the right road all the time, every time.

     He wasn't a 'tough' guy that got all the girls running after him. Despite the fact that girls drool over him, now including myself. He told me once that he doesn't like to make new friends because whatever he does, they end up using him, bending him and eventually breaking him. That broke my heart when he told me that. We were drinking cheap beer on his porch after high school ended when he told me that; i'll never forget that day. Fuck I wish I could have just told him how I felt. Tell him how much I cared; to prove to him that I wasn't one of those other assholes that broke him before. Looks like my feelings will forever eat me up inside.

     Whilst staring straight ahead of me I began to imagine what Mike looked like back in high school. Jock looking, kinda ripped. Not exactly like a bodybuilder body, but well built. However I do remember back in gym class I was slightly jealous that he could easily bench press 210 pounds. I wasn't jealous of the weight he could lift or how the girls were all around his waist, I was jealous that I couldn't be around his waist. Half of me wanted to drool over him; but I avoided it because It would have been awkward. Best way how I describe his physique is simple. Hot. Look at me, getting all flustered over a man that is dead. I don't even know if I am gay... maybe bisexual. I mean boobs are amazing; I won't lie to you about that.

     "Welcome to Kelh" I read on the sign that sat half covered in brush leading to the new housing complex. The houses were nearly complete, only a couple of weeks before people could move in. The mayor of Cedars was planning on moving the town up here, to keep it safer from flash floods. Only downfall is the Fogo Bears; those bastards. Coming up to a roundabout I realized I'd have to go on foot to Robins house. One of the tall cedar trees fell down from the wind. Once again stopped by trees. Stepping out of Mike's car I walked up to the cedar and began to climb over.

     Hitting the gravel with my boots on the other side I noticed the Radio tower was solid and bright. A sense of uneasiness rushed over my body as I knew what was happening. 29. My speculations of the tall dark figure I saw a couple hours ago is that it is a evil demon or a restless spirit. I don't know how to explain it, simply because I barely understand it myself. However from what I remember from History class, due to world war two, many tribes that use to live deep in the forest were killed by the Japanese. So maybe it's like a 'revenge' cliche on the people of Fogo, for like, abandoning their heritage; I don't know. But why wait till 2017? And why wait till the radio tower? Unless the radio tower occupies sacred grounds? God I'm so lost.

     It doesn't matter, because whatever the reason is for this man in black, I will find Mike and give him a proper burial. I want to solve all these murders and put a stop to this chaos. The road was long and dark, and I could tell that my time was running out, I have 3 hours to solve all this before it's too late. Before this storm tears Fogo a new one. At the very least I want to find Mike, then I'll solve what's going on. I just hope I have the metal and physical willpower to do all this alone. I saw in the distance the welcome sign to the forest.

     Here I am, Returning to Fogo Forest. Welcome.