JT's origin story

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*That human is running through the Highlands again.*



A pair of red eyes glimmered through the darkness within the grass as they followed a boy a running through the field. They had followed him for many moons now, a person who was at home in the Highlands as it was with their movements. You could tell how comfortable someone was in a particular place when they were able to move around with hardly any jerky movements; when their adjustments on the fly were done as an afterthought as opposed to a conscious decision. After the first couple of times that the eyes had seen them in the forest, they started to follow them, although keeping out of the way of being detected. The best part about that was that the eyes were getting faster and faster themselves as the human was getting faster.



As for the human, JT was running away again, angered by the new insults and statements made by his parents during the failed training this time. Why didn’t they understand that he just didn’t want to become a Pokemon trainer like them, concerned only about how strong his Pokemon were and how many badges he had in his possession? He wanted to spend a life…



He suddenly stopped. What did he want to do? There was nothing he knew besides battling; besides training. He didn’t want to be a teacher who trained other people to fight using Pokemon so… What else was there? His parents were never one to explore any other possibilities for careers for him besides as a Pokemon Trainer.



*That is because you were bred to become a Trainer.* Whispered a voice in his head, the voice of Jameson. *You are nothing if you are not a Trainer. You will stop this foolishness of running away from your problems and go back home. You will train our body and I will train our mind. Together, we will become the strongest Trainer.*



*That’s not something that I want to do. Why would I want to do it?*



*Because it is your destiny. This is what you were born to do, this is what you were bred to do, and this is what you will do.*



The boy shook his head and continued running, feeling his feet hit the grassy floor and his backpack swaying softly on his back. He hated what had happened to him. His parents pushed him so relentlessly hard that he couldn’t handle the pressure. He ended up possessing a fractured mind, having a secondary personality show up to take care of the beatings that were called training at the hands of his parents.



*Excuse me, but I have never been on the receiving end of any beating. You were the only one who was beaten and that is because you were too weak to take your parents’ training to heart. If you were to only listen to them and follow their instructions, perhaps I would never have been created.*



An annoyed and amused burst of wind came out of his nose as JT continued running, not surprised that Jameson would side with his parents.



But in reality, there was no dismissing the truth of it. He was never the type of Pokemon Trainer that wanted to arbitrarily hurt Pokemon just because he had to train or because he had to receive a high grade. In the computer simulations and hypotheticals, he excelled in because there were no real-world repercussions and no pain given to anyone. However, having a Pokemon right in front of him and knowing that they were in pain because of something that he either didn’t see in his opponent’s attacks or, even worse, something directly in response to one of his own orders was something that he couldn’t do. He would always freeze up and while the teachers at his school were sympathetic, his parents were not. He had received bruises and broken bones at the hands of the people who gave birth to him and raised him and there were several scars on his body that were given to him courtesy of his parents. Why any two people would come together like that was something beyond him. They never loved each other, barely even spent time together but they made a child together for the express purpose of training that child to become a leader in Pokemon Battling. It was like those botany experiments where you only pollinated the plants that you wanted a particular trait to continue existing.



As one of the few trees that dotted the Highlands came in front of him, he started to run faster. He spied a lower hanging branch that he could reach with a jump so as he got closer he braced his legs and pushed off, reaching up with his hands. As his gloved hands hit the branch and suddenly stopped his forward momentum; he swung his legs up and behind him, using the momentum to spin onto the rough bark. However, as he landed he remembered that he had a fairly soft and thin undershirt on that was supposed to keep him cool but not to protect against something like this so he scratched up his stomach. A soft grunt came out of his lips as a small thud echoed elsewhere, although unbeknownst to him as the grunt came out at the same time.



The pain, however, did not affect him all that much as he had started developing a higher threshold for pain. His hands were still flat against the branch, his arms bent at a 90 degree angle before he pushed up, bringing his left knee up to rest against the branch and take some of his weight off of his arms. Using his hands and his left knee, he steadied himself to bring his right leg up to put his foot down on it. With all of his limbs on the branch, he looked up to gauge his next ascension before getting off of his hands and knee before putting his left foot down next to his right on the branch and quickly jumping up. As he scrambled on top of that branch, he looked over and saw a second tree next to the one he was on. Perfect, that would work for him. It would take a bit of a running start but it was close enough to make it.



He took a couple of steps towards the trunk of the tree so that he had more of a runway before bracing himself. This was the only hobby that he enjoyed doing at the moment. No relying on whether or not feelings were hurt, Pokemon were damaged or if his parents shouted at him; just him, his body and his instincts.



He took a deep breath through his nose to slow down his breathing and let it out through his mouth. Another deep breath before he took off, taking four steps on the branch before jumping off.



In that moment, those few previous seconds, he felt like he was flying. To the unknown observer in the grass away from him, the gleam of the dying sunset flashed on him just enough to light him up in the sky as he made his flight. The observer stood there in shock after having spent some time righting itself after the sudden fall it had recently taken when the human had suddenly stopped running and jumped in the air when the observer wasn’t expecting it. In its haste to stop, it had tripped and fallen on its face.



JT, however, didn’t realize any of this and was just reveling in the feeling of weightlessness and flight. It was precious few, those seconds of true happiness for him, and it would have to be enough to do as he let out a huge shout of joy at the apex of his jump.



What he was expecting was a fairly rough landing, mostly getting scratched up by small branches and twigs as he landed on the branch he was aiming for. What he was not expecting and what he received was for the surrounding area to be completely and totally ablaze with light that he went blind for a second, throwing up his hands and moving to the left in an instinctual yet pointless attempt to protect his eyes.

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*Get your mind back on the subject at hand!* Jameson screamed within their shared consciousness.

JT shook his head and tried opening up his eyes, trying to look through the haze that the sudden light left behind on his eyesight and took quite note of his situation. When he was startled, his reactions threw his body off route and while he wouldn’t just free fall onto the trunk of the tree, it would not be a happy landing for him.

The tips of his toes landed on the branch but immediately slipped right off, at least stopping a little bit of momentum. He could barely see but with knowing where his feet were at least, he could throw out his hands and try to grab onto the branch. While his hands made contact, his weight and momentum downwards wouldn’t allow him to hold on for long as his feet swung around before his hands released, causing him to be falling down back first.

*Aw, hell, this is gonna hurt.* JT thought as he hit a low-lying branch back first, although cushioned by the backpack and the extra clothes he had in there. Although the brunt of the damage was taken by the backpack, his back bent backwards as the air was knocked out of his lungs in a gasp before the pendulum shifted with his lower body weight and he slipped off the branch, falling hands and chest first towards the ground below.

After the initial shock of the landing, he started trying to get air back in his body in heaving breaths, not in a smooth rhythm, but erratic, the pace of a person trying to get air in his lungs before passing out. Dark spots mingled and danced with the bright spots in his eyes, pirouetting and jumping, telling the story of what had happened in the past thirty seconds of his rise and fall in the Highlands.

*What just happened?* JT thought as he continued trying to breathe.

*You were a fool who believed you could win against nature, that is what happened.* Jameson retorted, angrily.

*Thanks, genius, I meant the light though.*

*It seems a bright flash of light came upon you right as you did your infernal shouting. Perhaps you startled a Pokemon nearby.* Jameson reasoned.

JT, still out of breath but at least starting to get his wind back, got up off of his chest and sat down, peeling off his backpack and setting it down in front of him, opening it up. Undoubtedly, there would be new injuries to attend to but for now, he just wanted to make sure that his items were okay. His parents allowed his “little runs” as they called them on the condition that he carried traditional Trainer’s items: five Pokeballs, a map, journal, holocaster and PokeDex. While he didn’t care for them as much, when would he use them, he was glad that they weren’t damaged. He didn’t need to hear that shouted reprimand from his parents. His stock of bandages were jostled and the packaging was bent but that didn’t matter as much as the fact that his bottle of rubbing alcohol had cracked and was leaking.

He sighed heavily and hung his head. At least he had the foresight to put it within its own bag to avoid it spilling everywhere, but now he would need to get some more. It was a brand new bottle, too.

He took stock of himself, moving and flexing his arms and legs to feel for any broken bones. Everything seemed fine, except for some soreness that would definitely equal a lot of bruises come the morrow but he was used to those. When his parents found that shouting wasn’t working when he was younger in their training, they took to corporeal punishments so bruises were commonplace for him. He had a couple of scrapes but it seemed like the worst was on his stomach and chest from the initial jump.

He took a deep breath, held it and tensed up as he pried his shirt from his body, feeling the telltale pull of blood acting as a sort of bonding agent between the two. After disconnecting the two, he raised it up to reveal bloodied scratches going up and down his chest and stomach.

He shook his head before pulling the shirt over his head, but not taking it off, just putting the part of the cloth that would be on his chest on the back of his neck and then looked over at the rubbing alcohol with gloomy eyes.

… He hated this part.

He opened the baggie filled with the liquid and put it close to the top of the scrapes. He did three quick breathes out before breathing in deeply and splashing the rubbing alcohol on him. As the cool liquid ran over his broken skin, causing the burning pain that would ensue, he groaned loudly.

Another flash, seemingly closer this time, would blind him again.

”Aw, hell, come on!” JT shouted as he instinctively threw himself backwards, hitting the back of his head on the ground. He rolled over onto his stomach and got himself onto his feet, feeling the alcohol start to run down towards his pants. He finished taking off the undershirt he had on completely and started dabbing it softly on his chest as his eyes blinked rapidly, trying to get the new spots out of his eyes, his head looking around to see where the light was coming from.

The teenager didn’t see anything, so he finished mopping up the alcohol on his chest before kneeling back down to his backpack. He pulled out his bandages and took out his gauze pack as he continued to look around. Something was there, he could hear it. Something that was skittish and he kept on scaring it with loud noises. Whether or not it would come out to attack him or not was the question. He wrapped the gauze around him, wincing from the sharp jabs of pain that would come when his frayed skin would come into contact with the gauze and the application wasn’t as exact as it could be, but it would be better than nothing.

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JT grabbed the undershirt and shook it out a couple of times before throwing it back on, rummaging through the backpack to grab his long sleeved shirt out of it and putting that on. He didn’t button it but as it was time for him to find a place to hunker down for the night, his body would start to cool off and he would start to get cold. Keeping at least some of his body heat trapped will help in the longer run.



*Yes, that is all well and good but what is the cause of the lights?*



The teenager shrugged his shoulders, not mentally nor verbally responding. He just put his items back into his backpack and put it back on. He pursed his lips before shrugging slowly once more, as if he was about to do something that he wasn’t particularly excited about.



*Do not dare…* Jameson started to say before JT cupped his hands and yelled as loudly as he could, closing his eyes tightly to make sure he didn’t get blinded once more.



The bright light showed up again, piercing through his eyelids. As the light started to recede, he opened his eyes and saw that it was emanating from his right, through some more trees that looked to be in a sort of circle. Figuring that he would find out about the random assortment of trees later, he ran through, trying to find the source of the bright lights.



In front of him he could see a patch of ground between the trees that didn’t have anything growing on top of it but he couldn’t make any more details out of it before a small feline-looking animal jumped up in front of him. He skidded to a stop and took note of the intruder… It was a Shinx, an Electric-type Pokemon.



*That makes sense. It creates bright flashes when it senses danger. It must have a faulty danger radar however. You are not dangerous whatsoever.*



A sarcastic smile grimaced on the face of the dual-personality teenager. *It seems more like it’s protecting this area.*



That assessment was correct as when he tried to take another step forward, the lion cub looking Pokemon growled deeply in its throat and crouched down, preparing to attack.



JT put his hands up, palms towards the Pokemon, trying to show through his body language that he wasn’t a threat. ”Okay, calm down, little guy. I’m not trying to hurt ya.”



*You should catch it.* Jameson immediately piped up.



*What?*



*It is an Electric type. A powerful type with only one true weakness. It would be an excellent Pokemon to base a team around.*



A confused grimace rumbled through JT’s face. *Yeah, okay, so what? It’s not like I even want to be a Pokemon Trainer.*



That was the wrong thing to say.



*How many times do I need to say it, boy?!* Jameson rumbled inside of their shared consciousness, making JT grimace in pain and put his hands down as he bent from the pain. *You will become a Pokemon Trainer as is your destiny and you will be one of the strongest ever. You will fulfill your parents’ wishes and you will. Catch. THIS. POKEMON!*



The shouting within his head cause JT to suddenly fall onto his knees on the ground, causing the jittery and jumpy Shinx to misinterpret it as a sign of attack and making it fling itself forward in a Tackle attack.



JT heard the movement in front of him and he looked up in time to see the Flash Pokemon in flight towards him, its shoulder bent down and forward.



*Aw, hell…* JT thought.



Throughout this, the being that had been following the human throughout this time, trying to get faster and faster as the human got faster, saw that the boy was in danger and took a flying leap, delivering its own Tackle towards the Shinx, knocking it out of the sky and into the ground. As the interloper landed on its four legs, it looked over towards the boy with its red eyes and locked onto JT’s own caramel eyes.



JT’s head cocked to his left as the newcomer mirrored him. He took notice of the black body, the red stripes going around it and those beautiful red eyes. *It’s a Litten.* He thought in awe as he recognized the Fire Cat Pokemon. There was something about this particular Pokemon… Not the species, as he had seen Littens before during training and during classes but this particular Litten… There was something…



The Shinx made an annoyed noise in its throat as it got up from where it landed after the Tackle it had received and looked over at the new threat to its home, squaring up for a fight, tensing its whole body. The Litten realized this and broke the gaze from JT and looked at the Flash Pokemon, positioning his body so that it was facing towards the Shinx but tensing only his legs.

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The Shinx made the first move, running towards the Litten, dropping its shoulder for another Tackle attack.

*It must be young for it to only use Tackle, perhaps it is the only offensive move it knows.* Jameson mused within their head.

*Yeah, funnily enough I figured that out for myself, thanks.* JT responded back sarcastically.



The Litten waited in its stance until the Shinx was dangerously close before it jumped to the side.



Both JT and Jameson were shocked by the speed that it showed.



*It seems faster than normal. But not like, a Quick Attack or anything, ya know?* JT thought.



*Funnily enough I figured that out for myself, thank you.* Jameson responded in kind.



The Litten skidded on the ground before it charged back towards the Shinx, attacking the unguarded side of the Electric-type Pokemon with a Tackle of his own. The Fire Cat’s red eyes glanced over at JT which just caused the teenager to smile and put up his hands in defeat. ”Hey, man, you got this. Keep going, you’re doin’ great.” He said, chuckling.



The Litten, seemingly pleased by the compliment, looked back at the Shinx and started to run again, jumping back and forth, trying to create a fake out by trying to get the Shinx to get into a habit of looking left, right, left, right, left, right and when the lion cub, out of habit, looked to the left before Litten even moved that way, the Fire Pokemon launched forward, Tackling the Electric Pokemon once again.



*Perhaps I was wrong in my initial assessment. Perhaps you should capture the Litten instead of the Shinx.* Jameson suggested.



*Perhaps I don’t catch anything and not worry about it, how about that?*



The Shinx knew that it was outmatched in speed. It was already too damaged by the previous attacks to take much more and to be able to figure out how to keep up with the Litten, it needed to be at full strength. But it wouldn’t just allow the Litten and the human to desecrate the grounds that it was protecting, not while it drew breath. It howled and ran forward, going for another Tackle.



The Little seemed to roll its eyes before its stomach started to tense and roll forward. The Fire Cat’s mouth opened up as a fireball exploded out of him and towards the incoming Flash Pokemon. The Shinx didn’t have time to move out of the way before it was hit with the Ember attack and fell to the ground, mewing pitifully.



JT was stunned by the capability of the Litten and in that moment of hesitation, Jameson clawed his way forward to the forefront. ”Once more, Litten! Ember attack!” Jameson shouted through the body, a new voice coming out of the teenager; one deeper, more formal, more… Sadistic.



The Fire-type Pokemon looked over, noticing that there was a difference between the human that talked to him before and the human talking to him now even though the physical appearance was much the same but followed with the command, bringing up another hairball from the depths of his stomach to spit out another Ember attack.



JT didn’t want that to happen and was able to mentally push Jameson back into the background of their consciousness but the damage was done. ”MOVE, SHINX! GET OUTTA THE WAY!”



However, the Shinx was too badly hurt to have the reflexes to move and was hit again, sending it further into the circle, but also causing some smaller sparks of fire flare out and fall onto the ground, igniting a small fire within the grove of trees.



”Aw, hell…” JT said once more. He seemed to say it a lot today…



As the embers started to take root, a multitude of Pokemon came out, including a Mudbray that started to throw dirt and mud onto the small flames to extinguish them before they could get too big. The rest of them, including a Gumshoos, an Electrike, and even an Absol all looking at JT and the Litten with anger in their eyes.



The teenager and the Fire type Pokemon locked eyes once more. ”I think we’ve overstayed our welcome, time to head out, Litten!” JT said before turning around and running as fast as he could, looking back only enough to see that the Litten was right behind him, keeping up step by step. A quick glance up before looking forward showed that the other Pokemon had gotten to the edge of the copse of trees before stopping, shouting indistinct threats to the two in their own languages at the backs of the retreating trespassers.



10 minutes of full on sprinting later, they both collapsed onto the grasses of the Highlands, chests heaving. ”Okay… That was… Kinda crazy… Wasn’t it… Kid?” JT said between breaths.



The Litten, on its side breathing heavily, barely made any noise in response.



”Although… I’ve gotta say… Thanks for the help.” The teenager said as he looked over to the Fire Cat Pokemon.



The Fire type Pokemon opened its eyes and once more, red met caramel. Once more, that feeling of something more, something important went through both of them. Without breaking their gaze, they sat up; JT with his legs crossed in front of him and the Pokemon sitting on its hindquarters.



The Litten mewed at him inquisitively, motioning with its black and red head towards JT’s belt. It knew enough of Pokemon Trainers to know that most of them had their PokeBalls in that area.



Chest still heaving, though not as much as before, JT gave a confused shake of the head. ”What? You wanna come with me?” He asked of the Pokemon.



The Fire Pokemon raised back on his hind legs in a show of tired enthusiasm.



JT finally broke their eye contact and looked down, an amused burst of air coming out of his nose. ”You know… I never thought about actually being a Pokemon Trainer…” He said as he looked back towards the Pokemon. ”Never really had a reason to, never really wanted to, ya know? Maybe it was because of how my parents always decided that the only way to do it was through force as opposed to love, maybe because I’m just too soft or just maybe…” He took a deep breath. ”Because I’m scared…”



*Soft would be my guess.* Jameson whispered in the back of their minds.



”But if you really want to adventure with me…” JT continued, ignoring his secondary personality. The Litten nodded its head vigorously. ”Then who am I to say no?” He finished smiling as he brought over his backpack once more. He opened the compartment where his parents forced him to have the Trainer’s items and pulled out a small red and white capsule. He pushed the white button between the two colors which made the ball expand to fill his hand. He sat it down in between the two of them. ”It’s your decision. I can’t say what life will bring us. But at the very least, I can promise wind between your fur and sights whizzing by you.”



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The Litten immediately moved forward and bumped the button again with its head, the PokeBall shooting out a red bar of light that engulfed the Fire Cat Pokemon and turned all of its features to a red silhouette before condensing down to go back into the capsule. The ball with the button now turned red, shook once before the button returned to its original white color.



JT smiled, shaking his head. It seemed the Pokemon really did want to go with him, if it didn’t offer any resistance to being captured. He reached forward to pick up the ball once more before it popped open before he could touch it. The Litten shook out its fur and then looked at the human… His Trainer… Waiting for the next step.



The newly created Trainer nodded, ”Alright, we’ll keep you out for now. Let’s find a place to sleep.” He stood up, looked around and saw that there was nothing but grass as far as the eye could see and sat back down. ”Never mind, here’s as good a place as any.” He concluded before grabbing the final thing from his bag, a single sleeping roll. He stretched it out and put the backpack as a pillow before lying down within it. As he lay on his back, staring out towards the stars, his new Pokemon went under the covers of the sleeping bag, poked its head out and rested on the backpack as well.



”I think I should give you a nickname, don’t you think?” The Trainer murmured, mostly to himself.



*It does not need a nickname, it has a perfectly good name.* Jameson rumbled.



JT ignored him however, looking over at the Litten. As it looked back, its only response was a neutral humph. The Trainer shrugged and looked back at the stars as they started to twinkle above them. ”I’ll figure something out.” He said before closing his eyes. ”Night.”


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The morning came and with it, a bright sun that woke them up. Both Trainer and Pokemon stretched as they got up. JT pulled some squashed food out of his backpack and shared it between the two. As they were eating, JT piped up; ”What about the name Leo?”



The Litten immediately stopped eating and looked up at him with a disgusted look on its face.



The Trainer burst out laughing and had to look away. ”Okay, okay! Not a good name, fine, I got it!” He responded, still laughing. ”Okay… What about…Daemon…?” He asked hesitantly.



The Litten just nodded and went back to finishing its breakfast.



”Alright, fine, Daemon. I’m JT.” He said as they finished their food and got up. ”We really shouldn’t be running after eating but it’s going to be a while before we get back home so… Ready for a marathon?”



In response, the Litten just started running in front of him. He gave a bark of laughter and followed suit, feeling even better than before during his runs. Before there was just a sense of freedom, now there was also a sense of belonging.



Even with leaving fairly early in the morning, it wasn’t until early afternoon that they reached the outskirts of the city that he reluctantly called home: Cascadia City. But now, he looked at it in a brand new light. Before it was a prison that kept him locked inside until he figured out how to be as ruthless as his parents but now… He looked down at Daemon next to him… Now it was a starting point for him. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to be as good as his parents wanted him to be, but he would certainly be better than what he thought he would end up being.



However, he didn’t want to see his parents now. He spoke to his partner for the first time in hours; ”Hey, we’re just gonna rest until nightfall alright?” Before going to a nearby tree and sitting down at the trunk, letting the branches and leaves block the sun from his face. He pulled off his backpack and laid his head on it while his first and currently only Pokemon sat next to him, grooming its fur.



There, he waited, thinking through what his parents had put him through and the lessons he learned from them. As abusive as they were, they did give him many strategies…. He would just need to remember them all and be able to use them in battle, if he ever got in one.



He awoke with a start, looking to the sky to see that it was nighttime. ”Hey Daemon, let’s go.” He said as he got up, seeing as the Litten was fast asleep.



They walked through the dark city, lit only by lightposts, in silence. Daemon had never been inside a city before so he was gazing around, looking at the buildings in wonder while JT… Well, this wasn’t a good place for him.



He reached the prison he had called home throughout his lifetime and motioned to the Litten to keep quiet. It was past midnight, and his parents were early risers so they were probably asleep but he didn’t want to make any undue noise. They went up to the front door and he opened it carefully, making sure that there wasn’t a noise that could disturb anyone’s sleep. He slowly entered and motioned for the Fire Pokemon to come in as well before silently and carefully closing the door behind them. But as he turned around, he became face to face to his father’s Alakazam.



A staredown ensued as the two looked at each other. The Psychic-type Pokemon was one of the few beings besides JT that knew about Jameson (besides JT’s parents and JT, of course) but was one of two that realized just how much it was affecting the teenager.



*I’m leaving.* JT portrayed in his body language, hoping that it wouldn’t wake up his parents. *Please… Let me go.*



A couple of tense moments passed, the two still looking at each other before the Alakazam waved its arms. JT felt his backpack being lifted from his shoulders as clothes came down from his bedroom upstairs silently. He smiled at the Psychic Pokemon before motioning for a pen and paper towards the living room table. It nodded as the aforementioned items descended from the study where he was sitting down. He looked at the blank paper for a while, not knowing what to say… What could he say?



After a while, he grabbed the pen and started writing. When he was done, he folded it once and handed it to his father’s Pokemon. *Give this to them in the morning, okay?* He said with his body language before turning to the clothes and items that the Alakazam had brought down. It had some of his favorite clothing and items that he would definitely need, including some money. He took off his shirts and the gauze over his chest. The scrapes had scabbed over enough that he wouldn’t need any more. There was a shower in the basement and with his parents in separate rooms upstairs, they shouldn’t hear him. He took a quick shower, relishing in the hot water, realizing that this would be the last comfort of home that he would maybe ever have.



As he left the shower and put on his clothes, the Litten slinked into the bathroom, waiting patiently. As JT finished putting on his light blue dress shirt over his blue jeans, he sat down on the toilet to tug on his black running shoes. After he put the second shoe on, he looked over at his Litten. He motioned with his head in a *Let’s go,* manner. He walked back through the house, still silent, grabbing his newly filled backpack before looking at the Alakazam that had allowed him to leave. A nod of respect went between the two of them before JT went out the door with Daemon and he continued walking, never looking back.



In the morning, his father was handed a folded note that, when opened, simply said the following:

I’m leaving.

~ JT

JT’s father showed the note to the mother of his child, smiling. ”I guess the kid finally grew a backbone.”


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