Chains II: the Links Holding the Chains
By La miseria y la muerte and Invader Alex
Author's note:
I, La miseria y la muerte, am not, and never will, be Rob Renzetti. He is one of a kind. I am not, but maybe someday will be, an employeer of Frederator, Nickelodeon or Viacom. I made much of this information up about Tuck and Brad, and some of the other characters' past. Tuck's birth date and how and where Tuck was born is all unknown to us. I'm just a writer of fiction. The following things, however, I did not make up. That older siblings can, and will, change your life. That true love will motivate us to do unimaginable things. And the loss of this love is the greatest of pain one can feel.
With these words, I open the story of Tucker Magoy. May it cast into your heart.
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Chapter One - A flicker of hope
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He had loved her, with all his heart, soul and mind. They were each other, they became one another, when they were with each other, they ceased to exist. But their love was seperated still. All the bumps in their love's long road, each of them worse than the next, causing them only to love more. He had loved her through all problems they had to withstand.
But he had came into this world, like all of us, with his eyes closed. He was blank and unaware of what was happening. He heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing and knew nothing. And then a bright light shone and his life began.
On May 21st 1992, doctors hurried down the hospital hall as Mr. and Mrs. Magoy stared in awe at their newborn baby boy. The baby boy whom seconds after he was born had medication and tubes put into him. The doctors told the couple that the baby had to be baptized soon, or it might be too late.
Every parent knows the arrival of either of their babies like it had been yesterday. They cherish the memory like a family heirloom. On the arrival date of Tucker Magoy, his parents heard he would not live to see his first birthday. All the waiting and planning, after telling all the relatives, seeing all the ultrasounds, he might not live to truly be a part of their lives.
Bradley Magoy, their first child, was only three years old; most parents don't teach their children about death until they're several years older. The young Brad walked up to the glass medicine filled box and looked at his baby brother's unopened eyes for the first time.
"Is that my brother?" Brad asked his parents.
His father didn't want to disappoint Brad, so he lied, "No, that's not your brother. Come on son, we have to leave."
"But he's my brother."
"No, no, you have no brother. We have to leave Brad."
"I want to see my brother!" the stubborn three year-old argued.
Something inside this little boy, too young to even be in school, told him that the baby was his brother. No one knows how, but he knew somewhere inside himself. And he did not let go of that fact.
"Let him talk to the baby." Brad's mother sighed, "It couldn't do any harm."
Brad's father just shrugged and walked off.
"Hi brother," Brad said, "We're gonna grow up together, and everyday we'll have fun together. You'll see, we'll be the happiest brothers ever."
At that moment, the baby opened his eyes. His first sight was his older brother looking at him. There is a special love between siblings. From the first time they catch gaze, to the last words they say to each other, the love is there, and maybe, just maybe, is was that loving connection that saved Tucker Magoy's life.
"What's his name, daddy?" Brad asked.
"He's not your brother, get away from him." Brad's father ordered.
"What's my brother's name?"
The mother sighed. "What do you think his name should be?"
Brad stared into the baby's eyes. "Tucker," He said, "the baby's name should be Tucker."
"Fine then," his mother said; for she had lost all hope in the baby's life. "His name is Tucker Magoy."
The doctor wrote out Tucker Magoy's birth certificate. Then his parents signed it and it was official. I don't exactly know what had made official. Whether or not they had made that certificate, Tuck would still be born. It merely declared the fact.
"Come on Brad," His father said, "we have to go now."
"But I want to stay with Tuck."
"Get away from the baby," His father ordered, "I have to go to work and you have to go to day care."
Brad waved good bye to his baby brother as his dad dragged him out of the hospital room.
***
Two days later, Brad's mother came home from the hospital. She immediately pulled her husband aside to talk to him in private.
"It's bad." She said.
"How bad?" He asked.
"They said that they give him a week before....before...before his time comes."
"It's all right. We tried." He gave his wife a hug and tried to make her feel better, but the truth was, he was as torn apart by the news as she was.
Brad walked into the room. He knew, by another unknown childly instinct, that something was wrong. "Where's my brother?" Brad asked.
"We told you, you don't have a brother." Brad's father couldn't even look him in the eyes as he lied.
"But you told me that I would have a brother."
"We were wrong, sweetie." His mother said.
"Then who was that baby at the hospital?" He asked.
"No one. No one," his father said, "You'll never see that baby again."
"We have to baptize the baby, before, um, you know." His mother whispered to his father.
"I'll call the priest." He whispered back.
"He'll never live." His mother sighed.
Without an ounce of hope on his parent's part, Tucker Magoy lived. This would be no story had he not.
As the days went by, Brad would pray for his brother in the morning, at supper and at night before he went to sleep. There is never just a flicker of hope in a young boy. When a child believes in something, a fire roars within him. Everyday, as Brad prayed, the fire just became bigger and stronger. Somehow, that strength reached little Tuck in his glass case at the hospital, and he made it.
***
END CHAPTER 1
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By La miseria y la muerte and Invader Alex
Author's note:
I, La miseria y la muerte, am not, and never will, be Rob Renzetti. He is one of a kind. I am not, but maybe someday will be, an employeer of Frederator, Nickelodeon or Viacom. I made much of this information up about Tuck and Brad, and some of the other characters' past. Tuck's birth date and how and where Tuck was born is all unknown to us. I'm just a writer of fiction. The following things, however, I did not make up. That older siblings can, and will, change your life. That true love will motivate us to do unimaginable things. And the loss of this love is the greatest of pain one can feel.
With these words, I open the story of Tucker Magoy. May it cast into your heart.
***
Chapter One - A flicker of hope
***
He had loved her, with all his heart, soul and mind. They were each other, they became one another, when they were with each other, they ceased to exist. But their love was seperated still. All the bumps in their love's long road, each of them worse than the next, causing them only to love more. He had loved her through all problems they had to withstand.
But he had came into this world, like all of us, with his eyes closed. He was blank and unaware of what was happening. He heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing and knew nothing. And then a bright light shone and his life began.
On May 21st 1992, doctors hurried down the hospital hall as Mr. and Mrs. Magoy stared in awe at their newborn baby boy. The baby boy whom seconds after he was born had medication and tubes put into him. The doctors told the couple that the baby had to be baptized soon, or it might be too late.
Every parent knows the arrival of either of their babies like it had been yesterday. They cherish the memory like a family heirloom. On the arrival date of Tucker Magoy, his parents heard he would not live to see his first birthday. All the waiting and planning, after telling all the relatives, seeing all the ultrasounds, he might not live to truly be a part of their lives.
Bradley Magoy, their first child, was only three years old; most parents don't teach their children about death until they're several years older. The young Brad walked up to the glass medicine filled box and looked at his baby brother's unopened eyes for the first time.
"Is that my brother?" Brad asked his parents.
His father didn't want to disappoint Brad, so he lied, "No, that's not your brother. Come on son, we have to leave."
"But he's my brother."
"No, no, you have no brother. We have to leave Brad."
"I want to see my brother!" the stubborn three year-old argued.
Something inside this little boy, too young to even be in school, told him that the baby was his brother. No one knows how, but he knew somewhere inside himself. And he did not let go of that fact.
"Let him talk to the baby." Brad's mother sighed, "It couldn't do any harm."
Brad's father just shrugged and walked off.
"Hi brother," Brad said, "We're gonna grow up together, and everyday we'll have fun together. You'll see, we'll be the happiest brothers ever."
At that moment, the baby opened his eyes. His first sight was his older brother looking at him. There is a special love between siblings. From the first time they catch gaze, to the last words they say to each other, the love is there, and maybe, just maybe, is was that loving connection that saved Tucker Magoy's life.
"What's his name, daddy?" Brad asked.
"He's not your brother, get away from him." Brad's father ordered.
"What's my brother's name?"
The mother sighed. "What do you think his name should be?"
Brad stared into the baby's eyes. "Tucker," He said, "the baby's name should be Tucker."
"Fine then," his mother said; for she had lost all hope in the baby's life. "His name is Tucker Magoy."
The doctor wrote out Tucker Magoy's birth certificate. Then his parents signed it and it was official. I don't exactly know what had made official. Whether or not they had made that certificate, Tuck would still be born. It merely declared the fact.
"Come on Brad," His father said, "we have to go now."
"But I want to stay with Tuck."
"Get away from the baby," His father ordered, "I have to go to work and you have to go to day care."
Brad waved good bye to his baby brother as his dad dragged him out of the hospital room.
***
Two days later, Brad's mother came home from the hospital. She immediately pulled her husband aside to talk to him in private.
"It's bad." She said.
"How bad?" He asked.
"They said that they give him a week before....before...before his time comes."
"It's all right. We tried." He gave his wife a hug and tried to make her feel better, but the truth was, he was as torn apart by the news as she was.
Brad walked into the room. He knew, by another unknown childly instinct, that something was wrong. "Where's my brother?" Brad asked.
"We told you, you don't have a brother." Brad's father couldn't even look him in the eyes as he lied.
"But you told me that I would have a brother."
"We were wrong, sweetie." His mother said.
"Then who was that baby at the hospital?" He asked.
"No one. No one," his father said, "You'll never see that baby again."
"We have to baptize the baby, before, um, you know." His mother whispered to his father.
"I'll call the priest." He whispered back.
"He'll never live." His mother sighed.
Without an ounce of hope on his parent's part, Tucker Magoy lived. This would be no story had he not.
As the days went by, Brad would pray for his brother in the morning, at supper and at night before he went to sleep. There is never just a flicker of hope in a young boy. When a child believes in something, a fire roars within him. Everyday, as Brad prayed, the fire just became bigger and stronger. Somehow, that strength reached little Tuck in his glass case at the hospital, and he made it.
***
END CHAPTER 1
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