The Beginning
Chapter Two: A Fierce Fight and New Friends
Ambrose had walked back into the gates of Central City only to find the boys still waiting for him. "All done being a baby Ambrose?" Datrid asked crossing his arms against his chest angrily. Ambrose looked at him with an angrered expression as Datrid and his friends blocked his path. "Yea, all done being a jerk?" Ambrose said as he tried to think of a way to get away from the boys. "No!" Datrid said looking at Ambrose with an angered look. "GET HIM!" He shouted and the boys grabbed Ambrose so he couldn't escape. Datrid had moved to Central City a few months back and had picked on Ambrose since he had got there because the blond haired boy was convinced that he was smarter than Ambrose and was to afraid to admit that Ambrose was smarter.
Before any of the boys could lay a hand on Ambrose the young inventor was punching them and kicking the boys one by one to the ground spinning quickly as if he were dancing. Datrid growled and attacked Ambrose catching him off guard. He tackled Ambrose to the ground and punched him hard on the face causing his nose to start bleeding. Ambrose punched him back causing Datrid to fall of him and got up twisting Datrid onto his back by his arm. "This is for being a little creep!" Amrbose said before releasing Datrid's arm as the young scientist clenched his face in pain. He walked over and grabbed the boys backpack and dumped everything out of it. "And this if for moving here in the first place!" The young inventor said before kicking Datrid's homework and school books across the ground and then dropped the empty messenger on the kicking it along with everything else. The boys knew that Datrid had been defeated and being that they were all 12 and in puberty they just laughed at their old friend before following Ambrose away from Datrid who was laying on the sidewalk with his lip and nose bleeding crying.
As they caught up to Ambrose they lifted him onto their shoulders. "That was great Avery!" One of them said as Amrbose smiled watching the boys that were now below him. Some of the boys either had a scratch on their faces, a bloody nose, a bloody lip or a black eye forming. "Anyone who can stand up to all of us without running off deserves a friend...." Another called out as Ambrose wiped the blood from his nose on the back of his hand. Ambrose looked back at Datrid as the young scientist stood up wiping a mix of blood and tears off his face before gathering up his books and school bag and walking in the opposite direction. Ambrose felt bad for what he had done and wasn't really the person who enjoyed fighting. He struggled until the boys put him down and ran to catch up to Datrid Raynz who had a look of defeat on his face. "Wait Raynz!" Ambrose called out catching up to the young scientist who was still attempting to dry his face of blood and tears.
Datrid stopped and looked back at Ambrose with an angry expression. "What?!" He asked angrily as he slung his messenger back over his shoulder and crossed his arms tapping his fingers avidly on his arm. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry...." Ambrose said giving Datrid the friendly smile he gave all his friends before holding his hand out for Datrid to shake it. The young scientist hesistated before shaking the inventors hand with a smile as well. "Me to, I'm just used to being the smart one and I..." He paused and licked his lip. "....I guess I'm just to afraid to admit that you're smarter. Friends?" He asked smiling at Ambrose who smiled back and shrugged his shoulders. "Friends...." He said as he put his arm around Datrid's shoulder and lead him toward his house.
Ambrose ran up to his front door, his dog chased him toward the house that seemed to be shining in the sun. His friends watched as his dog tackled him to the ground and started licking his face clean. Ambrose laughed and tried to get the giant black and white husky off of him. "Mory stop it, that tickles...." He said as he finally pushed the dog away and got up. His new found friends walked over and started petting the dog softly stroking her fur. "What's her name?" Datrid asked as he rubbed the dogs ears and smiled at Ambrose. "Well, it's a little weird, but father wanted to give her a name I wouldn't forget...." Ambrose said before playfully sitting on the dog's back and rubbing her neck.
The dog was pretty big for a husky. She looked at Datrid with her sparkling crystal blue eyes before turning around allowing Ambrose to ride on her back. "Moritanium sit!" Ambrose said in a calm and gentle voice and the dog sat down causing Ambrose to fall off her back onto the ground. The boys laughed as two of them helped the young inventor off the ground as a woman came out and stood on the porch with a smile and her arms crossed against her chest. "Mom I made some new friends...." Ambrose said as he ran over and hugged his mother. Despite this being Ambrose' 12 birthday he hugged his mom and barried his face in her shirt as his mother rubbed his head and ran her fingers through her sons neatly combed curls. "Have you been fighting again Ambrose?" Carry Avery asked as she ran her fingers through her sons hair. Ambrose shrugged and licked the blood from the side of his lip and turned back to face his friends not bothering to notice that his mother had started stroking his chest gently.
"Mory inside!" Ambrose said snapping his fingers and then pointing toward the door as he looked down at the dog. Once the dog heard Ambrose snap and saw his finger pointing to the door she ran into the house and Carry followed later. Ambrose smiled at his friends before inviting them into the house. "Come on in...." The young boy said with a smile as Datrid walked in followed by the other boys. They looked around the foyer as another smaller yorkshire terrier came and jumped at them barking. Ambrose glared at the dog and sighed. "Chester!" Ambrose snapped his fingers and the dog immediately fell silent and ran over to a bed in the corner of the room. "He doesn't warm up to strangers as quickly as Moritanium. He's our little watch dog...." He said with a smile before leading his friends up the stairs to his room. As he reached the door, his father walked out of the bathroom fixing his belt. "Hi dad...." Ambrose said as his father turned around smiling at his. "Hi dad...." The young inventor repeated notn realizing it as hsi father smiled and rolled his eyes. "Ambrose we really need to take you to a healer tomorrow, but for now come here birthday boy...." Taylor said and watched as his son smiled and ran over to him throwing his arms around his father's waist. The boys just watched as Taylor hugged his son back and then holding his hand above his sons head. Ambrose looked up and wrapped his hands, which were so tiny compared to his fathers, around Taylor's hand and laughed as his father lifted about four feet off the ground.
"You're strong sir...." One of the boys called out as Taylor slowly brought Ambrose back to the ground. "That's right...." Taylor said ruffling the young boys hair. Ambrose laughed before once again leading his friends to his room. He opened a door that had a poster of the Ozian periodic table on it and allowed his friends to walk inside and walked in behind them keeping the door open. "What's this?" One of the boys asked walking over to one of Ambrose' inventions. Ambrose was facing the opposite direction talking to Datrid before turning with his arms crossed. "What what?" He asked before noticing the boy about to push the button on the machine that was about the size of a microwave. "No don't touch that! It's how I get to my lab and sorry but the lab's off limits to everyone but me...." Ambrose said blocking his path. The boy shrugged and started looking around the room again.
Ten minutes later after giving his friends a complete tour of the house except for the lab Ambrose walked them to the front door and told them he would see them all later at his party. "I have to start getting ready...." He said standing in the door as his frineds stood on the porch smiling back at Ambrose and waving good bye. "Ambrose Rylenjahull Avery!" His mother shouted sticking her head around the wall that separated the kitchen from the living room. "Coming!" Ambrose shouted before saying good bye to his friends one last time and then quickly closed the door.