Docker

Roaming the mountains. By himself. The way he likes it. No one to judge him. No one to bother him. It had been this way since he was 18. He planned to keep it this way. 

Docker has just returned home for a hunting trip. His burlap sack slung over his shoulder he slams it onto the floor. As his dog rushes up to him, he removes his claws so her doesn't hurt her. 

"Hey girl. How are the pups?" He asks getting on her level and petting her stomach. She licks his face. It was feeding time. He put food in both bowls. His other dog came prancing out. Both of them started eating. He grabbed his bag and started to prepare the meat he had caught. Some of it he laid out for his lunch. The rest he put in the freezer. He started to make his lunch. The dogs both were now sleeping on the couch. He smiled lightly and took his bowl of food over to his chair and sat down in it. He turned on his TV and ate his food happily. He coughed lightly and groaned. 

"Not again..." He said sighing. He'd have to find some way to cough medicine. Or just lay in bed for a week. He looked around and placed the bowl on the table. He got up and gave his dogs a small pat on the head. He started to look through his things. Hoping to find something. Lucky was with him. He had found a bottle of medicine and decided to take a dose and go lay down. 

*Seven Years Earlier* 

"Hey freak. Your still here? I thought you would have died or something by now." He heard one of them taunt him. 

"Yeah. Seriously no one wants you around." Another one. Years and years of this. And it was finally graduation day. He was going to be rid of them. Ever since the first day of freshman years. When he accidentally wore his claws to school. He had been picked on. Calling him a cat freak or a killing machine. He didn't realize kids would see him differently. His mom wore them. And his dad had his wrist knives. It was normal for his family. But that others didn't see it that way. He was bullied all of his high school career and then finally.  After graduation. He got away. He packed his things and headed for the mountains. To live with his grandfather. Until he passed away. And left with of his things and his dogs to Docker. He took good care of everything and lead a good somewhat lonely life. He was happy. The dogs didn't question him. Or call him names. Yes, sometimes he did long for a friend. But the fear of being picked on always came back to him. So he stayed away. 

He woke up the next day, feeling slightly better. He checked on the dogs. No pups yet. He last month was almost up. He smiled and refilled their bowls before readying himself to go outside again. He walked out the door and noticed something in the snow. 

"A letter? How the hell did someone get a letter up here?" He looked around and then broke the wax seal. A folded piece of paper and playing card was inside. 10 of Clubs.

The Tenth Club,

Now is the time for you to meet with others. Don't freight. They will no judge or pick on you. Will be safe. It's time to play my game. Meet at the tower at 2:35. A bus will be waiting.

-TT

 

Reviews

[Neshie]

There are a few revisions you need to make. the big one being the time amount in the middle. But this is another good one!

[Kitten]

Shoot. Ok. I'll fix that.

[Neshie]

Oks. The last section where the time changes back to present might wanna be noted too. or just make it a new paragraph.

[Kitten]

I did make it a new paragraph. Unless yew mean put an extra space.. Which I don't like the idea of..

[Neshie]

Oh. Never mind. I see it now. Just the lines blurred together.

[Kitten]

Oh. Alright.