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Memories Pt1-Pt2 by DXCLove
Memories Pt1-Pt2
(decided to put them together)

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Rain drizzled down from the grey sky, spattering down on the  shoulders of the old Creature . He let out a deep snort as the wrought iron gates of the graveyard were closed behind him with a rusty clang.

Given his history, he had never expected to last this long. Bullets, blades, bear traps poison - and he had weathered them all.

Why couldn't she

He hated graveyards. Always had. And yet, every Halloween he found himself in one. Although he'd have to be quick today, for it was raining. Ring also hated people. He couldn't really give you a full reason on why. Maybe it was because he had witnessed too many people putting their trust into complete strangers or really because he was afraid, afraid of getting too close to someone and losing them like he had with so many others. Or it could have been because he hated how they all pretended to understand, at least for a little while they did. Though they held sympathy and deep sorrow Ring hadn't seen before, they still never could fully understand. They never would until it would happen to them and even then he knew their pain could never match his. He was entirely sure of that.
But there was one person in his life he could never hate. She was the reason he was her now.
As he slowly made his way through the graveyard after sneaking past the gravedigger 
He walked down the cement path that had many times been walked on. He looked at the many gravestones that had been there for a long time. He got up to the 13th row and looked down it. ''This is it'' He though walking down the row. He stopped at a certain grave. It was growing moss and the flowers on it were dead. Ring felt guilty, he hadn't been there for a while, it depressed him to much. It made him feel guilty. 
Decades had passed since He had run away and left his old family behind and now it seemed to the animal that his past had almost completely crumbled into dust. All he had left were his vague memories. But even those provided little comfort.

Ringmaster looked at the grave, running his tail across the engraved words written on the front, tracing the indented words.  It was used to this. A moment of silence as words were sought...an instant to gather voice past a throat tight with pain. Perhaps to honor a memory, as well. It waited patiently. Would this visit give tears to the soil it guarded? Pour anger into a tone choked through that constricted throat? Vow quietly to make it all worthwhile?

"I came."

Two words. More would come. He had learned quickly what a good listener the stone was. Even if he didn't speak at all.

He'd always loved her, always. She haunted him, her smile, her laugh, her eyes, yet years passed, and he still couldn't let go, no, he wouldn't let go. It's been years, since the accident, yet he could not forget her, years had passed without her, alone, and yet he still can not erase thoughts of her from his mind She was once his life, but now, he was just a lone animal.


As he stared at the grave, tears streaming his eyes, he though about the circumstances that lead up to this.

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When he was just a few months old, he was taken in by a human that have saved him after he was hit by a car. The human had been one of the kindest ones he had ever met. She had taken him in and treated him like one of her  own kids since she had none at the time, caring for him like a mother would. She trusted him, loved him. And He loved her. If only her husband looked at him the same way. He was the type of man, who was devoted to his wife. But if the man even looked at him, it was always yelling screaming, the whole works, no matter what he did. It didn't matter Ring helped him in his work shop, lifting cars when the jack busted. Or how he helped him on his hunting trips,The man didn't trust him. simple as that. And he had learned to live with that for years. It wasn't until  they had announced to him that they were going to have a child, when the mans protectiveness  really got the worse of him. After the baby was born, a little boy, The women's husband wouldn't even let him go close to the nursery door without threatening him or giving him a swift kick in the head with his boot. It had gotten so bad that there were constant fights between both the women and her husband. One would berate the other on how badly They were treating him. The other would complain about how, in his own words, anybody would be crazy enough to allow a monster like him around a baby. The husband would alway complain and express his "concerns" on how Ring was animal that would soon turn on her, or worse the child.

That wasn't the case one Halloween night.

He didn't remember much of that night, he had been blocking it out for so many years he basically forgot. All he remember was that something....he didn't know if it was a wolf or a coyote or whatever, but what ever it was, it had somehow gotten into the yard where the baby was playing in the dirt in the backyard 

And that's when hell broke loose

Uncontrollable, rampaging anger was what drove the once lovable, timid demon on his murderous rampage when the animal had attacked both the child and the women when she went to intervene. Anger had  flooded through his veins as he rammed his body into the side of the wolf over and over, as it tried to get to the helpless woman and child as they escaped into the house. The wolf was not in his right frame of mind, Ring knew that. He  smelt the rabies in the wolfs saliva as it bite down on various parts of his body. Thank god his body temp was to low for the infection to even grow in his system. 

It was a long fight but he had finally got the upper hand when he wrapped his jaws around the wolfs neck and bite down hard, crushing it's windpipe and essentially severing it's head from its spine. When the wolf was finally dead, he remembered running into the house, only to get hit with the full stench of blood. He remember the shock and fear when he found his surrogate mother laying on the kitchen floor. Blood pooling from the various wounds on her body. Next to her laid the child who was in a worser state. A nudge with his snout had confirmed both of them where still alive, though barely.

Soon afterwards, he remembered,He heard the front door opening and her husband walk through the door. 

"Finally" he remembered thinking "help"

Sadly that wasn't the case, for the moment the husband had walked into the kitchen and saw his wife and child in their condition and saw ringmaster covered in blood, it didn't take him long for him to piece together his own theory on what had happened.

Ringmaster remembered the rage and fury the man had as he came after him with a 12 inch steak knife, Screaming that he had "killed his wife and son" and "that he was right about Ring being nothing more then a viciously dangerous animal" 

He remembered the pain as the man threw the knife at him and it lodged itself in his leg. He remembered the horror as he saw the deranged grief stricken man take his shotgun off the wall and aim it him. Right as he was about to shoot however, his wife had grabbed his leg, trying to tell him something. That had given Ring just enough time to escape out the back door and through the forest. Only problem, the moment he got out the door, the man took notice and HAD shot at him. He remembered picking out the buckshots out his back and neck for weeks.

Soon afterwards Ringmaster never returned back to the house. It was more having to do with fear then anything. Fear about what would have happened if he had returned. 

So he stayed away. Never returning back to that house.

----

Ringmaster sighed as the memories started to fade off, the tears all dried up. It had been almost 20 years since that accident but the wounds still stun. He had scars down his back neck and leg from the buckshots and knife which hurt when it rained. But while the physical wounds, hurt the emotional wounds hurt more. He never got to see his mother again, he never got to see little Bobby grow up. Fear had kept him away. And now all he had left were his memories. The only thing that helped him cope was that his fight with the wolf wasn't all in vain. He had secretly heard from a few people in town that both of them had survived the attack. As for the rabies, he was pretty sure they didn't get it. For the writing on the tombstone had told him She lived almost 10 years after the attack.

As for her husband, he got his comeuppance. His arrogance had finally out-ran him        murdered in a particularly brutal bar-fight in Boston following a year after his wife's death.

As Ringmaster looked at the grave, he began to wonder what would happen if things had been different that night, would he be standing here all by himself. Or would he be back home, curled up in the old dog bed he slept in, Playing with bobby in the snow during winter, curling up in his mothers lap and watching TV with her....

If only things had been different. 

"It shouldn't have happened this way." He thought as he laid his Boney head against the grave, tears streaming down his snout.

He missed her

 He just stood there breathing heavily. Stared at the gray stone under which his friend was.

For minutes nothing happened. Everything remained as it was. Then ringmaster lifted his head wiped his tail over  his face and turned around. He did not return again until next Halloween,as he walked between the other graves through to the output of the cemetery. He would leave her simply behind. He loved nothing better than leave his memories there as well, but he could not. With them, he would have to spend the rest of his life.


The grave stone was cool and bare. 

C Lawliet, 1939 - 2004 


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Memories by DXCLove
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Rain drizzled down from the grey sky, spattering down on the  shoulders of the old Creature . He let out a deep snort as the wrought iron gates of the graveyard were closed behind him with a rusty clang.

Given his history, he had never expected to last this long. Bullets, blades, bear traps poison - and he had weathered them all.

Why couldn't she

He hated graveyards. Always had. And yet, every Halloween he found himself in one. Although he'd have to be quick today, for it was raining. Ring also hated people. He couldn't really give you a full reason on why. Maybe it was because he had witnessed too many people putting their trust into complete strangers or really because he was afraid, afraid of getting too close to someone and losing them like he had with so many others. Or it could have been because he hated how they all pretended to understand, at least for a little while they did. Though they held sympathy and deep sorrow Ring hadn't seen before, they still never could fully understand. They never would until it would happen to them and even then he knew their pain could never match his. He was entirely sure of that.
But there was one person in his life he could never hate. She was the reason he was her now.
As he slowly made his way through the graveyard after sneaking past the gravedigger 
He walked down the cement path that had many times been walked on. He looked at the many gravestones that had been there for a long time. He got up to the 13th row and looked down it. ''This is it'' He though walking down the row. He stopped at a certain grave. It was growing moss and the flowers on it were dead. Ring felt guilty, he hadn't been there for a while, it depressed him to much. It made him feel guilty. 
Decades had passed since He had run away and left his old family behind and now it seemed to the animal that his past had almost completely crumbled into dust. All he had left were his vague memories. But even those provided little comfort.

Ringmaster looked at the grave, running his tail across the engraved words written on the front, tracing the indented words.  It was used to this. A moment of silence as words were sought...an instant to gather voice past a throat tight with pain. Perhaps to honor a memory, as well. It waited patiently. Would this visit give tears to the soil it guarded? Pour anger into a tone choked through that constricted throat? Vow quietly to make it all worthwhile?

"I came."

Two words. More would come. He had learned quickly what a good listener the stone was. Even if he didn't speak at all.

He'd always loved her, always. She haunted him, her smile, her laugh, her eyes, yet years passed, and he still couldn't let go, no, he wouldn't let go. It's been years, since the accident, yet he could not forget her, years had passed without her, alone, and yet he still can not erase thoughts of her from his mind She was once his life, but now, he was just a lone animal.


As he stared at the grave, tears streaming his eyes, he though about the circumstances that lead up to this.

----
When he was just a few months old, he was taken in by a human that have saved him after he was hit by a car. The human had been one of the kindest ones he had ever met. She had taken him in and treated him like one of her  own kids since she had none at the time, caring for him like a mother would. She trusted him, loved him. And He loved her. If only her husband looked at him the same way. He was the type of man, who was devoted to his wife. But if the man even looked at him, it was always yelling screaming, the whole works, no matter what he did. It didn't matter Ring helped him in his work shop, lifting cars when the jack busted. Or how he helped him on his hunting trips,The man didn't trust him. simple as that. And he had learned to live with that for years. It wasn't until  they had announced to him that they were going to have a child, when the mans protectiveness  really got the worse of him. After the baby was born, a little boy, The women's husband wouldn't even let him go close to the nursery door without threatening him or giving him a swift kick in the head with his boot. It had gotten so bad that there were constant fights between both the women and her husband. One would berate the other on how badly They were treating him. The other would complain about how, in his own words, anybody would be crazy enough to allow a monster like him around a baby. The husband would alway complain and express his "concerns" on how Ring was animal that would soon turn on her, or worse the child.

That wasn't the case one Halloween night.

He didn't remember much of that night, he had been blocking it out for so many years he basically forgot. All he remember was that something....he didn't know if it was a wolf or a coyote or whatever, but what ever it was, it had somehow gotten into the yard where the baby was playing in the dirt in the backyard 

And that's when hell broke loose

Uncontrollable, rampaging anger was what drove the once lovable, timid demon on his murderous rampage when the animal had attacked both the child and the women when she went to intervene. Anger had  flooded through his veins as he rammed his body into the side of the wolf over and over, as it tried to get to the helpless woman and child as they escaped into the house. The wolf was not in his right frame of mind, Ring knew that. He  smelt the rabies in the wolfs saliva as it bite down on various parts of his body. Thank god his body temp was to low for the infection to even grow in his system. 

It was a long fight but he had finally got the upper hand when he wrapped his jaws around the wolfs neck and bite down hard, crushing it's windpipe and essentially severing it's head from its spine. When the wolf was finally dead, he remembered running into the house, only to get hit with the full stench of blood. He remember the shock and fear when he found his surrogate mother laying on the kitchen floor. Blood pooling from the various wounds on her body. Next to her laid the child who was in a worser state. A nudge with his snout had confirmed both of them where still alive, though barely.

Soon afterwards, he remembered,He heard the front door opening and her husband walk through the door. 

"Finally" he remembered thinking "help"

Sadly that wasn't the case, for the moment the husband had walked into the kitchen and saw his wife and child in their condition and saw ringmaster covered in blood, it didn't take him long for him to piece together his own theory on what had happened.

Ringmaster remembered the rage and fury the man had as he came after him with a 12 inch steak knife, Screaming that he had "killed his wife and son" and "that he was right about Ring being nothing more then a viciously dangerous animal" 

He remembered the pain as the man threw the knife at him and it lodged itself in his leg. He remembered the horror as he saw the deranged grief stricken man take his shotgun off the wall and aim it him. Right as he was about to shoot however, his wife had grabbed his leg, trying to tell him something. That had given Ring just enough time to escape out the back door and through the forest. Only problem, the moment he got out the door, the man took notice and HAD shot at him. He remembered picking out the buckshots out his back and neck for weeks.

Soon afterwards Ringmaster never returned back to the house. It was more having to do with fear then anything. Fear about what would have happened if he had returned. 

So he stayed away. Never returning back to that house.

----

Ringmaster sighed as the memories started to fade off, the tears all dried up. It had been almost 20 years since that accident but the wounds still stun. He had scars down his back neck and leg from the buckshots and knife which hurt when it rained. But while the physical wounds, hurt the emotional wounds hurt more. He never got to see his mother again, he never got to see little Bobby grow up. Fear had kept him away. And now all he had left were his memories. The only thing that helped him cope was that his fight with the wolf wasn't all in vain. He had secretly heard from a few people in town that both of them had survived the attack. As for the rabies, he was pretty sure they didn't get it. For the writing on the tombstone had told him She lived almost 10 years after the attack.

As for her husband, he got his comeuppance. His arrogance had finally out-ran him        murdered in a particularly brutal bar-fight in Boston following a year after his wife's death.

As Ringmaster looked at the grave, he began to wonder what would happen if things had been different that night, would he be standing here all by himself. Or would he be back home, curled up in the old dog bed he slept in, Playing with bobby in the snow during winter, curling up in his mothers lap and watching TV with her....

If only things had been different. 

"It shouldn't have happened this way." He thought as he laid his Boney head against the grave, tears streaming down his snout.

He missed her

 He just stood there breathing heavily. Stared at the gray stone under which his friend was.

For minutes nothing happened. Everything remained as it was. Then ringmaster lifted his head wiped his tail over  his face and turned around. He did not return again until next Halloween,as he walked between the other graves through to the output of the cemetery. He would leave her simply behind. He loved nothing better than leave his memories there as well, but he could not. With them, he would have to spend the rest of his life.


The grave stone was cool and bare. 

C Lawliet, 1939 - 2004 


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