JT's origin story
Oct 5, 2018 18:10:37 GMT -8
Post by thomasjuntil on Oct 5, 2018 18:10:37 GMT -8
*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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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.
Word count: 1390