Chapter One: The boy that time forgot
It was a clear, autumn day. It was one of the few days 26-year-old, Fletcher Itsugia Kurosaki, was able to spend outside of the walls of the North Chuggington Mental Hospital. He sat underneath one of the old oak trees staring into a puddle onto the ground. A black haired man approached him. The man was muscular in build with light skin, scars on the back of his hands, and scars on his nose. His light brown eyes locked with Fletch's. "well good news, since you've been behaving well their going to let you go." Fletch just gave a silent nod. Fletch gets up from the bench. He tucks his hands into the pocket of his dark blue jeans. The man rubbed Fletch's back gently. "come on let's head back to the hospital. You'll need to get your things." Fletch slowly followed after the men. "Zack I really don't want to head back there. I know those nurses will strap me back down on the bed again." Zack takes his hand. "you worry too much Fletch. It'll be quick I promise." Fletch's room was just down the hall. Fletch quickly ran into his room. All of his things were packed into a green duffle bag. Fletch grabbed it in one swift movement. He ran back out of his room. "okay I'm ready to go." Zack nodded.
Zack's truck sat outside. Fletch tossed his bag into the back. He buckled himself in. "I'm so happy to have you home." Murmured Zack as he got in. He started the truck up. "I'm glad to be out of that shithole. The fucking doctors are quacks." Grumbled Fletch. He kept his gaze out the window. Zack shook his head. He looked behind him as he reversed out of the parking space. Zack lived a good six hours away from the hospital. His house stood in a quiet little neighborhood. One of the neighbors eyed Zack's truck as it pulled into the driveway. Fletch got out of the truck. He slammed the door. The neighbor shook his head and muttered: "the fucking crazy Indian is back" underneath his breathe. Fletch grabbed his bag out of the back. "if you slam my fucking door again I'll knock your ass out." Snapped Zack lightly. He unlocked the front door to his house. Fletch pushed past him. He wanted to be out of the prying eyes of any poor sap who happened to be watching. Zack lived in a two-bedroom house by himself. He had decided to take Fletch under his wing. Fletch retreated down the hall to his room. He had his old guitar sitting on the bed followed by, all of his old music books. He smiled. He picked up the guitar. "hello beautiful. Long time no see eh?" he mused. He put the guitar back down on his bed gently. Fletch sat by his guitar. He picked it up again this time he put it in his lap. His fingers gently brushed the strings. Zack walked up the steps. He leaned on the doorway to Fletch's room. "I'll get you a new notebook later so you can start writing songs again." Fletch looked at him. He nodded. He then returned his attention to his guitar.
Later that evening, Zack started on dinner. Fletch trotted down the stairs, going down two at a time. "I'm going out." Zack looked up from the pan. "Okay try to stay out of trouble." Fletch slammed the front door shut. He began his jog along the sidewalk. He could feel the neighbors staring at him. Their gaze burning a hole through his back. Fletch jogged all the way to the local park. The park was rather quiet this time of day. He stuck to one of the paths that ran around the park. Jogging gave Fletch a chance to be alone with his thoughts. It was the only way his parkour skills were going to stay sharp. He ran head first into a calico haired female. "watch where the hell you're going genius!" she snapped. Fletch got to his feet. "me? I'm not the one that ran into me your dolt!" he snapped back. The female eyed him. "what you're not going to help me up?" she asked. Fletch just shook his head. He helped the female to her feet. She then dusted herself off. "the names' Tyne by the way." Fletch shook her hand. "Fletcher." She cracked a grin. "so where you headin' handsome?" she questioned running a hand across her shoulder. His hand touched hers. He removed her hand from his shoulder. "nowhere. I'm just stretching my legs. I don't think you've noticed but I've just gotten out of hell." Tyne purred a bit. "well welcome to the world of the living, Fletch." She eyed him more. She squared him up. "well I better get going. It was nice meeting you." She said as she trotted off. "what a strange woman." He muttered under his breathe. "what kind of women makes a move on the first day?"
Fletch did a circuit around the park before heading home. He got two steps into the doorway. "I'm home Zack!" he yelled. Zack looked up from his laptop. "your dinner is in the fridge. Once you're done eating I want you to get some rest. I need you for shift tomorrow." Fletch pulled his dinner out of the fridge. He sat down at the table to eat. "can't you give me a week off or sometin?" groaned Fletch. "No Fletcher, I really need you tomorrow. The highway over the projects is nearly complete." Fletch looked up from his dinner. "why are we building so close to a ghetto neighborhood?" Zack shrugged. "the city wants a better way of getting through that area. Apparently the death tolls are on the rise again." Fletch nodded. "yeah sure send Chuggington's only construction team out to the ghetto." He finished his dinner. "night Zack." He murmured. He got a low "Night" as a reply. Fletch headed upstairs to his room again. He really wasn't happy about going to work the next day.
