The Origin Anthology
Mar 25, 2019 14:38:01 GMT -8
Post by Storyteller on Mar 25, 2019 14:38:01 GMT -8
{Pokemon Declaration}
| Current Pokemon | |
|---|---|
 Rockruff Rescued at Level 3 Nickname: Raksha Gender: Female Type: Rock Ability: Vital Spirit Height: 1'6" Weight: 18.6 lbs {Personality} Raksha is very wary of strangers. This is mostly because of the trauma she suffered when Clayton found her; however, she is very comfortable and calm around Clayton and usually will be the same if Clayton seems to be comfortable around them as well. She admires Clayton and will do everything to protect him, though she is still a little anxious during fights, Clayton’s voice when he gives her commands is the only thing that calms her down enough to actually fight. Health: Low EXP Rate: Medium Fast EXP Gauge: (7/9) EXP Gained: 0 Level: 5 Division: D8 Total Stats: 55
Vitamins Used: None | Moveset: 1. Tackle 1. Leer 4. Sand Attack Unique Moves: - - - - Item: |
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
”Clayton? Hurry up! Your dad will be here with the truck anytime now and you don’t want to get stuck in rush hour traffic with that beast!” Clayton rolled his eyes as his mother yelled to him from downstairs. Despite the fact that his bedroom is upstairs and at the end of the hallway, that woman’s voice managed to travel all the way and still sound as if she was standing right next to him. Zipping his duffel bag open, he turned his head to the side and tried his best to respond to her.
”I know ma! I’m just finishing my packing now. I’ll be down and done in five minutes!” Clayton yelled back, doing his best to project his voice down the stairs. He waited a few minutes for a response but didn’t receive one back. Assuming she heard him, he began gathering his things. He grabbed his clothes, his journal, and other basic things he might need in the next few days.
”Clayton!?” Clayton sighed and chuckled when he heard his mother yell again. Obviously, she did not hear his response and Clayton could hear her as she began making her way up the stairs, probably to yell at him for ignoring her. Clayton walked to the table by his bed to grab a framed picture sitting there and then walked back to put it in the bag. As he flipped the picture over and looked at it, he started to think back to how different everything was when the picture was taken.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Four years earlier…
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
”Babe? Are you listening to me?” Although the voice was soft-spoken, Clayton still flinched as he snapped out of his trance, realizing he had been staring out the windshield at the road ahead of them. He looked to his left to see Sam watching the road as he drove, though every now and then he would glance over at Clayton.
”Sorry. Just zoned out for a moment.” Clayton blinked a bit and tried to remember what was happening before he zoned out as he looked out the window. Although some of the buildings looked a bit different since he was last here, Clayton somehow still knew exactly what street they were on and how far from his family's house they were, estimating it to be about another five minutes before reaching the driveway.
”Hey. Are you okay? You seem a little nervous.” Clayton felt something warm touch his hand and looked down to see Sam’s hand resting on top of his, eyes still on the road. Smiling, Clayton flipped his hand over to intertwine their fingers before looking out the windshield at the road in front of them, thinking of how to answer that question.
”I don’t know. I mean after everything that happened how can I not be nervous?” Clayton turned back to looking out the window. As they crossed an intersection, he caught a glimpse of the sunset, though none of its beauty was really noticed by him as all he could think about was the last time he had dinner with his family and how much of a shit show it ended up becoming. ”Maybe we should just head back. I could tell my mom that one of us wasn’t feeling well. Or that we got lost on the way and decided to just head back or something.”
”I’m pretty sure your mom knows what a GPS is,” Clayton could hear the sound of Sam’s finger tapping the screen of the car’s GPS as he said this. ”and you and I both know how much the ‘what if’ scenario would eat us both alive if we don’t go.” Sam was right about that. Clayton was terrible at dealing with the choices he makes, especially the bad ones because he would always think about what would have happened if he changed his decision. This also made him terrible at making decisions.
”Besides, we’re already here so it’s too late now.” Clayton was startled a little when Sam pulled over to the curb to park. He looked to Sam and then to where Sam was looking to see that, despite how long he thought it was going to take earlier, they were already at his parents' place. It looked no different than the last time he was there and seeing it again made Clayton’s anxiety levels spike instantly. His heartbeat quickened and he started finding it harder to breathe properly when he felt a gentle squeeze and he looked over to see Sam just looking at him with a soft smile.
”Everything is going to be fine. Nobody is forcing you to go and nobody will keep you from leaving if you want to, alright? Just say the word and we can leave, now or at any point during dinner.” Sam’s voice was gentle and soothing as he spoke. Clayton felt his nerves begin to calm down as his heart rate went back to normal and he found it easier to take deep breaths.
He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing slowly, before looking back at Sam and nodding. Sam pulled Clayton into a tight hug and kissed his cheek as the two had a quick moment. As they released from their embrace, Clayton felt much more relaxed and looked back to his parent’s house. With one more deep breath, Clayton felt ready and looked back to his boyfriend.
”Sorry if my palms are sweaty.” Clayton joked as he let go of Sam’s hand and started getting out of the car. Sam laughed as he got out as well and they both began walking towards the front door, Clayton once again grabbing onto Sam’s hand for support.
”I can deal with sweaty palms. Just don’t go puking on me. You know I don’t do well with vomit.” Clayton laughed as he thought back to their graduation party. That night was definitely not either of their best moments, though it was still a fun night. As they approached the front door of the house through the driveway, Clayton began to feel his anxiety building and he squeezed Sam’s hand for reassurance. Sam squeezed back as they reached the door and the two stood there in silence for a moment, Sam looking at Clayton as Clayton just stared at the doorbell, frozen for a moment.
”Remember; I’m right here if you need me.” Clayton took a deep breath as Sam reassured him one final time. Clayton then reached forward and rang the doorbell, heart racing as they just stood there for a moment. It felt like forever to Clayton before he finally heard someone approaching the front door. He took one last deep breath as he heard the doorknob turn and saw the door begin to open.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Post Word Count: 1,123
Total Word Count: 1,123
