Chaos Theory

It was a cold day, which was quite strange for the time of year, but he didn’t really care. He stayed in bed not wanting to come out, after all, who wanted to leave their nice warm toasty bed when it was freezing cold outside? Well, this guy obviously didn’t as he continued to wrap himself up in the blankets, not wanting anything to disturb his slumber, not even the howling winds outside. He could hear some sounds downstairs but didn’t really care, he knew his mother was probably cleaning up the place, or maybe making breakfast, it didn’t really matter to him. He continued to rest, and snore, and of course sleep, but that was a given. By now most people who are still reading this are probably wondering who he is. Well, ‘he’ is a special child, not for what he is, but for what he will do. His name is Christopher, though everyone calls him by his nickname, Chaos. How he got that nickname is a story of itself, but in the end most people would agree it suits his personality, and the messes he gets himself into, well I should probably stop with the exposition and just let the story speak for itself.

Chaos began to squirm in bed as he dreamt of another day of doing nothing constructive for society. He began to roll as suddenly he fell out of bed. His body hit the ground with a loud thud as he was abruptly awoken. He looked around, squinting as he searched for his glasses. His hands reached onto his night stand and searched around, his head much too sleepy to look up and see what was up there. After knocking over a few things, he managed to find them and put them on. Once he had put on his glasses he could clearly see the clock. He had overslept.

Moving quickly he jumped towards the television turning it on. He was greeted by static as he began to panic. The TV couldn’t fail on him now, not when it was about to start. He reached behind the television and tried to figure out which cable wasn’t properly plugged in. Not sure what each cable did, he connected and reconnected them. As he flailed around, cables in hand, various electrical devices turned on and off filling the room with sound only to go quiet in an instant. After a minute of attempting to repair the television he managed to get it to work, despite becoming wrapped in the cables. He smiled as he was greeted by the image of a lake filled with Magikarp. He listened closely to the voice of the narrator as it filled the room.

“The Lake of Rage, not too long ago it was home to a vicious creature which brought destruction to any in its path. Most would call it a gyarados, but many would notice that its rage was beyond normal. Many believe that was why it was red, the anger from within itself had spread to its very scales turning it a blood red. The gyarados has evaded our search as we inspected the lake with every single one of our devices, Sonar, submarine, even using our pokémon, we were unable to find a single trace. That was when we learned tha-“

Chaos let out a shout as the television fell to the ground. While the narrator had been talking, and the images of the Lake of Rage had been shown on the screen, he had been trying to sit on his bed, not realizing that he was pulling the cables he had been tangled in. The television had fallen, and he was once again desperately trying to fix it, but to no avail. It proved to be too heavy for him. Frustrated he had no choice but to give up on this television. Racing down stairs, he jumped onto the couch, and pressed buttons on the remote. Unfortunately for him, he was greeted not with the lake, or a frightening Gyarados, but with a woman showing off some watch. Chaos sighed as he saw the clock, it was now eleven, he had missed the ending of the show.

He turned off the television and left for his bed when he heard his mother’s cheerful voice, “Honey, Barry came to find you earlier today. I told him you were still sleeping so maybe you should go talk to him, he said it was important.” Chaos continued to walk, only this time changing his course to the bathroom as he shouted, “Sure, I’ll go see him.”

Walking into the bathroom he took off his glasses and splashed water onto his face. He looked into the mirror and smiled as he looked at his black hair; it seemed so messy, but he doubted anyone would care, he was still young enough to get away with it, though next year people would expect him to worry more about his appearance. He hated the prospect of becoming thirteen and losing his status as a child.

After brushing his teeth he ran upstairs and began to change. Quickly throwing off his pajamas, he frowned as he looked at his scrawny body. He had always wanted to be stronger, but just hadn’t had the time to work out, there were far too many shows on TV that he wanted to see, then there were the games he loved to play, and of course the comic books. He quickly put on his tan pants as he used his belt to keep them from falling. He put on his white t-shirt and put his second button shirt on top. He was in too much of a hurry to button it, so he immediately ran back down and attempted to head out the door, only to be stopped by his mother.

“Just where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Can’t you see that it’s snowing! Here, put this on.” She handed him a red overcoat and some black gloves. Chaos sighed as he put them on, and stared at his mother. She stood taller than him, and had her dark blue hair neatly held together. He would never admit it, but he knew he had a pretty mom; a thought which he tried at all times to avoid. If he even began to think about that then he’d have to worry that some guy would try to marry her and become his father. Just what he needed, another person with the right to tell him what to do.

After he had put on his coat and gloves he opened the door and was greeted by a large amount of snow and wind. Great, his mother had been right. As soon as he stepped outside he charged towards his buddy’s house, he was always so impatient, trying to get him to show up on time or risk receiving a ‘fine’. Due to his habit of always running around like a madman, he had dubbed him Flash, a name he had taken quite well.

As he ran through the snow, Chaos slipped and fell to the ground. The snow had softened it, but the rocks beneath it still hurt. Ignoring the pain, he jumped back up and tried to run once again, only to fall yet again. He sighed as he was forced to accept the fact that his shoes just weren’t meant for running in the snow. He walked until he reached a home which was not too far away from his, and was about to knock on the door when it burst open and Flash ran out. Chaos’ fist quickly hit Flash’s head as the knocking motion had not been stopped, but Flash had not stopped moving forwards, causing them to fall to the ground. Chaos groaned from having fallen once again, it was beginning to hurt enough to make him not want to get back up. Flash on the other hand jumped back up as he shouted at his friend.

“What took you so long?! I waited a full ten minutes and yet you didn’t come! You have to hurry up next time!” Chaos slowly stood up as he looked his friend in the eyes.

“You showed up when I was sleeping and wanted me to come so I came, would it kill you to be more patient?”

“Yes it would, but that’s beside the point, I just finished watching the special about the Lake of Rage, you saw it too right?”

“Well actually, I-“

“Of course you did, I know you wouldn’t have missed it! We were talking about for a week. Well, it got me thinking, what if there is some special pokémon living in the lake nearby? Wouldn’t it be awesome if we found something like that and showed it to the world? We’d be famous!”

“Well, that sounds fun but isn’t it dangerous at the lake, I mean a wild pokémon could come out of nowhere. Maybe we should wait ti-“

“Nonsense, I’m going right now whether you come with me or not!”

Flash immediately walked towards the town gate, fully determined to explore the lake. Chaos sighed knowing just what he’d do next. He and Flash had been best friends for so long, it had become customary not to abandon the other, no matter how stupid their plan. Chaos started walking as fast as he could and yelled, “Wait up, I’m coming too!” With that small decision their lives were to change drastically, whether for the good or better, only time would tell.