Goin' Down
BleedingChaos: Here I am with another Tin Man story. Like always this idea just randomly came to me last night as I was tossing and turning in my bed. This is gonna be more on the plot wise side unlike my more comedic one 'Spy Man.' Anyways I hope you enjoy it and here's chapter one.
Chapter 1.
Wyatt Cain stared dazedly out over the horizon of the OZ that had recently been saved thanks to him and his other companions Glitch, DG, and Raw. He didn't know why he was so unsettled. The OZ was safe. The princess' were reunited and the witch was destroyed. Yet something about the last battle unsettled him well into the night. As he lay down to sleep in the warm decent bed he couldn't push the echo out of his head…
"My name is not Glitch…It's Ambrose."
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A small thin frame lay curled up in a ball shivering and whimpering as various pebbles and twigs were thrown at him from the kids surrounding him. They were laughing and taunting him because he wasn't like the other kids in school. He had the knowledge beyond what his tiny mind should know. He had been new to the school, new to the town. All he did was answer a simple riddle that two of the teachers had been bickering about.
No legs have I to dance,
No lungs have I to breathe,
No life have I to live or die
And yet I do all three.
What am I?
The two teachers were standing there debating when he had spoken up.
"Pardon me? What did you say boy?' The teacher asked
"A-Ambrose, My name is Ambrose" Ambrose spoke up. "Ah yes Ambrose, please repeat your answer" The other teacher said
"I-I said that the answer is 'I am fire'" He repeated making the teachers gape.
"Remarkable, the children of 11 annuals were stumped on this question." The teacher said. Ambrose's teacher scoffed "He's only 6 annuals. He probably heard that one before." His teacher said.
The other teacher scowled at him. Apparently he did not fancy that teachers opinion as he grabbed a piece of chalk and wrote an equation on the board
1
11
21
1211
111221
312211
13112221
"Now what comes after this line? Can you answer that Ambrose?" The teacher asked. Ambrose looked up and nodded his head yes with a small smile. "It's 1113213211" Ambrose said matter of factly.
"How did you know that Ambrose?" The teacher asked.
"It's quiet simple actually. After the first line, each line describes the previous line." Ambrose said. "Spectacular. I think you have a genius on our hands. I'm going to the head master. I want him transferred into the upper Annuals." The teacher said leaving the room.
His teacher stared at him and it made Ambrose sink back into his seat as the other students started to whisper things about him. By the end of the day he was in the upper grade and was facing even more torture.
And that was how he ended up in this predicament. Crumbled on the floor the six annual old clenched his eyes tight to keep from crying. Then all of a sudden the entire onslaught stopped and he blinked open his eyes to see a blond boy. He recognized him as the one who was in his new class.
"Y'all want that bad attitude dripping out of your ears? No? then I suggest you scram all of ya." The boy said and all the kids dispersed. Ambrose sat up shakily.
"You ok friend?" the blond asked
"Y-yes, thanks to you" Ambrose said looking away.
Movement brought his eyes back to the blond. He had moved his hand to hold it out to Ambrose. Ambrose looked uncertain until the blue eyed boy smiled and Ambrose found himself smiling back and took the others hand as he helped him up. "You're Ambrose right? I'm Wyatt Cain. I noticed the others picking on you. I figured you don't have many friends" Wyatt said.
Ambrose found himself flushing in shame "I don't have any" he said lightly.
"Well you do now" Wyatt said keeping a firm grip on Ambrose's hand.
The smaller younger male smiled up at the older blue eyed blond boy named Wyatt Cain and little did he know that the fates had entangled their lives from there. They would have tough times ahead but none of them knew the wiser.
XxXx
Glitch snapped his eyes open looking around. It had gotten dark and the only light in the room was from the dying fire and the eerie glow coming out from the tank where the other half of his brain lay dormant. He sat up from the couch in a dazed state.
What an odd dream to have. He didn't know what made him dream of that. Maybe it had just been exhaustion. He had been thinking about a lot of possibilities of what his past may hold. He'd been trying to picture what his childhood must have been like. So that explained it…but…why had Cain been there? He grinned to himself "It's because he's my friend and I like him a lot that's why. He must have been a cute kid" Glitch said to himself standing and stretching before heading to his room thinking nothing more about his dream.
BleedingChaos: Well there's chapter one. I hope you guys liked it and aren't terribly confused. If you are I apologize but it will all come out in due time. Till next time!
