Sonic Underground: "The Story Of The Past"
Title: "Bullseye's Story (Mary To Medusa)
Author: BlushBunnyC3
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Author's Note: This story is actually _before_ the events and present time of the last one ("Best Years Of Our Lives" (Part 2) ^^ It's a story about one of my principal male characters, Bulllseye Warthogg. The question is... how did the small, meek, young (half)orphan from "BYOL" Part 1, become the big, shallow, sex addict in "BYOL" Part 2?? This story explains it all, and lets us see a very _OOC_ side of Bullseye ^_ And it even lets us on a _huge_ secret, that even _he_ doesn't know, but _should_!! Yes, there are new characters too!! ;D All characters © me, BlushBunnyC3 ^^ (that's right, ALL of them are mine in this one! Sorry ^^; I know how much some _hate_ fan characters and all.. *gulps* If _you're_ one of them, I, in advance apologize for ruining the story for you, possibly _O; With all that said and done, enjoy! (if you still can ^_^;)
*Note: Wow! This is the shortest Author's Note I've ever done O_O ... Yay ME! XD But this is the LONGEST story I've written now! NOOOOO!! XO*
*Warning: One or two little scenes might get kinda *cough* "heavy" O_o; But I'm not very _descriptive_ or _graphic_, so don't worry too much... but still, be warned... and be kind to me, _please_! _ (*begs* No flames!... Pwease? X( *whimpers with fear*) I've never written this kind of thing before... (that's why it might sound... stupid? O_o) Hope it doesn't offend anyone! Because _believe me_, that is _not_ my intention! I'm just telling you what's going on the story, because it'll make sense of something that happens after! That's _all_.*
*P.S. Please feel free to tell me if you think this story would be more appropriately rated as "R", instead of my chosen "PG-13". I'll be happy to change it, so as to _NOT_ to abuse the rating system (unlike _SOME_ certain people... *glares hard* You know who _YOU_ are).*
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~Cast Of Characters~
Bullseye Warthogg
Buckthorne Wolfe
Nurse Melony (Aunt Mellie)
Donavan Torra
Candice "Candy" Torra
Tanya Korsan
Eliza Payne
Fredrick "Flash" Jackson
Ms.Lionel
Nurse Neyla
Sir Urquhart
***** ***** ******** (can't tell who's that! That'd give it away ^_^)
Tyler Mullins
Lady Sarah
Aaron Cooper
(Holy crud... this is the shortest cast I've ever had ^^;)
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Prologue: "It was 3206. Sometime before love had taken it's toll, on the Princes and their friends... Before this came to be seen... there was a young warthog. By the name of Bullseye... A just turned fifteen, young male. Anyone who looked into his eyes, could see the toll of cruelty in his life... The depression, the anger, and the loneliness. Ten years since the death of his beloved mother, and since his cursed father had left him, high and dry... all alone. Because of such issues and denial, bitterness was a usual trait of Bullseye's. All the caring feelings and innocence he used to have... died with his mother. The strongest thing he could've offered to anyone... was friendship. He was fiercely loyal and protective of the ones he had, and was quite an enjoyable person to be around, in a good mood. Things were about to change for him, however... Not TOO much, in a way... but definitely noticeable, physically and vocally. Perhaps for better? Or for worse? It was kind of hard to tell. Either way, it would transform him, and the way he thought, dramatically...*
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Chapter 1:
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It was dusky outside. The sun was beginning to rise upon the Royal city, of Mobotropolis. Lounging out on a balcony, half awake, half dozing in a chair, of the city orphanage, was a young male warthog. Anyone who would've seen him for the first time, would've immediately assumed, that perhaps he was either just passing by, or he was a volunteer at the orphanage. He looked too big to be one of the orphans. Yet THAT was the reason he was there. For ten years now, to be exact...
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Before then, young Bullseye Warthogg had lived a pretty average life, with his mother, Beatrice, his father, Graff, and two older twin brothers, Goresky and Chislett (they were triplet brothers). His troubles though, had begun since the moment he was born. Because Bullseye was a triplet/twin, it wasn't too surprising he had a little thing wrong with him. He had been born a 'runt', so to speak, rather quite a deal smaller than his brothers. And for some unknown reason to anyone, this fact, that he'd fathered a 'weakling', his father had always seemed to favor Goresky and Chislett over his youngest son, and the attitude towards him, had always appeared... strained. So because of this, Bullseye had always been his mother's favorite child, and rather a "Mama's boy". He'd loved his mother dearly, in return. His relationship with his father though... it was as if there wasn't even one. And so, when he was five years old, all the unsteady, rockiness in his life, seemed to crumble down before him, at last. First, as him and his wife were having too many arguments and problems to deal with, Bullseye's father walked out on him and his mother, taking his oldest sons with him... the first stab of abandonment the young warthog felt. And boy, did it cut deep. Second, was even more horrible, than the first. His dear mother became ill, of some fatal illness, and was quickly killed by it. Which left him all alone. Surely he thought, his father would HAVE to take him with him, then... but no. For the third time, Graff stabbed him in the back. He still refused to take responsibility of his youngest son. So, with no other living relatives, Bullseye was shipped off to the local orphanage. Where he met another lonely soul, like him, his age. A young wolf named Buckthorne Wolfe. The two had amazingly bonded tight-knit at first meeting, and had sworn to be like brothers/best friends for life, on the spot, someone to always be there for them. And so, they'd been in that orphanage for sometime. Bullseye, despite the facts that he knew, in the back of his mind, was a faint hope that his father would one day reconsider, and come back and get him. Buckthorne, however, had no such faint dream of family. Both his parents were dead, as were his little brother and sister. So he really WAS an orphan. More than Bullseye, anyway. When they were younger, they had both, like any child there, hoped to be adopted. But their wish was not to be granted. They HAD both had offers, to be given a new family. But since they had grown attached to each other's friendship and presence, in their lives, the boys announced that they would not go with a family... unless they could BOTH go. And it seemed like no couple, wanted them BOTH. Either they only wanted Buckthorne, or they only wanted Bullseye. And so their chances grew slimmer than ever...
Finally, by the time they were about thirteen, Bullseye and Buckthorne finally gave up on the idea of ever getting out of there, until they were old enough to move out, on their own. They made this clear to the staff, who seemed inclined to agree, as they weren't any trouble, and they could use the extra help. A few changes were made for them, like moving out of the main boys sleeping hall, into their own room, which they shared, and they were expected to start having more chores, to help around, since they were LIVING here, permanently, for now. A cheaper way to pay rent, they said. Bullseye and Buckthorne couldn't've cared less. They did odd cleaning/janitorial, and repair jobs, around the huge orphanage building, since helping with all the little children there, didn't seem like an option. For Bullseye anyways. For some reason, he HATED little kids. They annoyed him, beyond restraining order. In fact, he couldn't take the presence of someone who was more than four years younger than him, seriously. Buckthorne however, would take a small babysitting job, when no one else was available. He, unlike Bullseye, rather had a soft spot for kids. They reminded him of his (dead)little siblings, Landon and Kelsey. He'd always been a good older brother figure, and was reasonably protective. In fact, since the day they were born, Buckthorne wouldn't let them out of his sight. He was a great help to his parents, during this time. And when they'd lost their parents, to murder, he'd taken good care of Landon and Kelsey, in the orphanage, trying to provide what their parents could no longer give. Which is why, when they passed away, Buckthorne blamed himself, for supposedly failing at keeping them happy... and alive. So spending time with the little orphan children, sometimes made Buckthorne feel a little better. Like he was making up for what'd happened. Bullseye simply thought he was crazy. But that was Bullseye for you. Bitterness and hard exterior had overcome him, freezing over, like a block of ice. It practically took the jaws of life, to get him to open up. Only a few people could successfully attempt such a feat. Buckthorne, of course, and all their close friends, since early childhood, like Princes Rockavar and Masevar, Tyler, Aaron, and the whole lot of them... And one other special person. A female sheepdog, Nurse Melony, in the orphanage whom had, which was surprising to everyone else, taken a strong liking to Bullseye and Buckthorne. She was like a second mother to them, since their real mothers were dead, and sometimes, liked to think of them as the sons she'd never had. Since they both liked her too, they let her get away with things like that. To Bullseye, she was the only female he could get (slightly) close to. Aunt Mellie (as they called her) reminded him alot of his beloved mother, Beatrice...
He sighed outloud, breaking the thoughts. *Beatrice...* For ten years, there wasn't a day that went by, that he didn't think of her. He still dreamed of her... saw her beautiful face... felt her warm touch and embrace... heard her tender voice... and held her kind, sweet love close to his heart... Bullseye swallowed hard, taking an uneasy breath, as a seeping ache cramped his chest. He missed her so much... and in his heart, despite all, still held tight to a hope that he'd see her again... that she'd come back to him. Much more stronger than the hope of seeing his father again... Deep, deep down, he truly DID still have love for the man who'd also given him life, as well as the woman... but his soul was caked and smothered by so much denial, and bottled up feelings, he only saw the hate he had, for the cruel person who'd ran out on him, and abandoned all rights... Thinking of this, Bullseye bit his lip so hard, the skin nearly broke. He smeared his hand over his face, and then, sat his muzzle atop his fist, thinking hard. He stared at the scenery, watching the sun crawling up into the sky. He leaned back into the chair, and breathed out. It WAS pretty early, he thought. He lazily began to shut his eyes, hoping to drift back into slumber... "-Morning, 'sunshine'." He snapped his eyes open, to see a face standing over him. He pulled a sceptical look seeing who it was. "-Well good morning to you, 'buttercup'!" he squealed, insanely. His wolf friend chuckled. "-Happy Birthday, pal." Bullseye raised his eyebrows. "-Aww, you remembered!" he spoke in a ditzy, girly voice. He grinned, in normal expression. "Thanks Buckthorne." "-Don't mention it, buddy," Buckthorne insisted, sitting down in another chair. "I owe ya that much." Where would I be without ya, to keep me company in this depressing 'hole'?" Bullseye shrugged. "-Eeh... you looked 'easy' to 'break in'." Buckthorne snickered. "-Yeah... I think I'll just "smile and nod" here..." Sooo, you gonna get your ID, right away?" His friend grinned widely. "-HELL ya!" I'm the first one of us all, to be old enough to start getting myself boozed and liquored up, and in the crowd!" I'm jumping into that saddle right good, and quick, let me tell you, brother!" Buckthorne shook his head. "-I expected as much, from you, boy..." So, you're gonna test it out tonight too, then?" Bullseye shrugged. "-I guess so..." Why not give myself a little present, eh?" A little night on the house... a gift from me to myself." "-Suit yourself, Bullsy," Buckthorne said. "-Speaking of which... here." He tossed Bullseye a small package. The warthog picked it up. He snorted. "-You shouldn't have... I'll probably just lose it." "-I don't know, you won't want to," his friend told him, mysteriously. Bullseye untied the string, and pulled off the paper. "-Well, wowie... my first real wallet!" he laughed. "-Ain't it the spiffiest thing... thanks Buckthorne." The wolf smiled, pleased with himself. "-It's two gifts in one, actually." One, to put your new ID in..." He stopped speaking, much to Bullseye's confusement. "-And?" asked Bullseye. "-You mean 'two'?" questioned Buckthorne. "Well ya!" He smirked. "-You'll figure it out." Bullseye rolled his eyes. "-Righty then... but all the same, seriously Bucksy, thanks alot... this is pretty cool." -Hey!" It's even got a chain, so I can 'chain' it to myself, eh?" His friend nodded, in agreement. "-Yup." Let's see a pickpocket get away with that." Bullseye shook his head, with amusement. "-Count on YOU to think of something like that..." He continued to examine it. Then, in one of the pockets, he found something. "-Hey Buckthorne... I think I just found "two"." "Did ya, now?" asked Buckthorne. Bullseye, grinning, held up the small wad of rolled up mobiums. "-You've gotta be kidding me, pal." I can't take this!" "-Sure ya can!" Just because I'm not gonna be going to the bar with you, yet, doesn't mean I can't pay for your birthday booze!" Besides... that's part Aunt Mellie's gift too." "-Ah, I see..." said Bullseye, shoving the money back in the wallet. "She says she's got more for you though," Buckthorne continued. "-She's probably gonna make you a cake, or somethin'." You know her." "Awww geez..." sighed Bullseye. "-God knows WHY she takes such a liking to me." I ain't near half worth of what she gives me." Buckthorne looked at Bullseye. "-Man, Bullseye... you shouldn't be so hard on yourself, all the time." I KNOW you better than anyone... I think you deserve MORE than what you got." You're worth more, than you give yourself credit for... seriously." I see that, Aunt Mellie sees that, all our friends see that... why can't you?" Bullseye sighed outloud. "-You know why." Buckthorne shook his muzzle. "-Come on Bullseye... it's not your fault... your dad's just a true jackass, that's all... he wouldn't know a good thing if it were standing right in his face." I say HE deserves to 'get it' good..." Bullseye slightly frowned. "-Hey... don't say stuff like that about him." "-I'm sorry," apologized Buckthorne. Bullseye finally stood up. "-I think I'm gonna go." Buckthorne looked to him. "-You mean you're gonna 'go'?" The warthog nodded. "-Yeah." "-Okay then... I'll see ya later then." The wolf watched as his friend started to walk off. He knew what Bullseye meant by 'going'. He said that, meaning he wanted to go somewhere... somewhere that he liked to be alone. No one else. And it figured, thought Buckthorne, considering the occasion. *Hope it does him some good...*
In the misty dawn, the young warthog walked through the forlorn graveyard, down the dewy grass, passing by various tombstones... until he came to stop at a particular stone. Despite the wetness of the grass, he kneeled down, and sat in it. He stared at the words engraved into the stone. Though he knew them by heart, he read them to himself:
Lady Beatrice Warthogg
(3167-3196)
Beloved Wife
&
Mother
"-Mama..." Bullseye whispered outloud. A small tear managed to squeeze from his eyelid, and roll down his cheek. He swallowed hard, breathing heavily. He put his hand on the gravestone, stroking the cool, marble stone with his fingertips. Being here made him feel so close to her... like she was right there... He reached into his pocket, and dug about, until he pulled out a small photograph. It was old, worn, and slightly faded, but it still deciphered the subjects clearly. It was a picture of him, as a small child... and her... his dear, beloved mother, Beatrice. She was holding him in her arms, hugging him to her, with a beautiful smile on her lips, nuzzling her youngest born, her baby boy. He was younger, with innocence and pure happiness in the moment, snuggling in her arms, being more than satisfied than being in her warm, loving embrace, than any other place in the world he could be. This time, his tears came too fast, for him to hold them in. So, he just them come. After putting away the picture, Bullseye hung his head between his knees, and his shoulders shook, as the sobs choked out his throat. Bullseye practically NEVER cried... So when he DID, it always seemed to hurt him... both emotionally and physically. They were like acidic tears, burning and stinging his eyes. It was probably because he'd held them for so long... That's what Bullseye did. He had mastered the skill of taking all his raw, bitter emotions, and burying them so deep inside, that he thought they'd never be able to rise, beneath all that covered them up. True, it was like living a lie... but it seemed to be the only thing that kept Bullseye sane, in his mind. Unleashing all those emotions, could've possibly caused him a nervous or depressional breakdown, to lose all sanity, and basically go clinically insane. So obviously, they were too overwhelming to be coped with. And so, keeping them deep inside and to himself, seemed to be the right and easy option. But then again, not ALL of them he buried. Every couple of months, when he came here, to see his mother, he'd always end up crying, no matter what. It was a chance to spill his guts, or tears, for that matter, and sort of relieve himself, a small removal from his massive burden, that he carried within. At last, Bullseye raised his sorrowful, torn, face, and looked through blurry eyes, at her grave again. He then, slowly, moved over to it, and rest his arms, and cheek against the stone, as if embracing it... or her... And he started to weep, once more. How many countless times his tears had soaked into that gravestone, he didn't know. But if anyone would've actually done something like, tasted the stone... they would've savored all the salty bitterness, of those ravenged, angsted, and morbid tears shed... by the dead female's (of the gravestone) son. After sometime, Bullseye had finally shed all that he could tear out, and he picked up a small bundle that he'd brought with him. He took off the wrappings, to reveal a small bouquet of flowers. They were lovely white lilies... Beatrice's favorite flowers. One by one, he spread them across her grave, with great care and thought. Then, when there was only one lily left in his hand, he held it tightly, and began to pluck off the soft petals, until he had a handful of them. With that done, he stood up, in slight wind that had just picked up, and with a swift throw, tossed them into the air, and let the wind carry them off. And he leaned back his head, and stared into the sky, as if he was looking up at his mother, in the high heavens above. The wind grew stronger, and brushed into his mane/hair, his fur, his face... It was as if it was Beatrice, embracing him, like she had done so long ago... He stood there, letting the breeze caress him, wrapping him in its chilly, grasping touch. *-I'm here Mama... your little Bullseye, your baby boy... I just wanted to tell you... that I'll always miss you... and I'll always love you, Mama... forever... my guardian angel...*
Title: "Bullseye's Story (Mary To Medusa)
Author: BlushBunnyC3
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Author's Note: This story is actually _before_ the events and present time of the last one ("Best Years Of Our Lives" (Part 2) ^^ It's a story about one of my principal male characters, Bulllseye Warthogg. The question is... how did the small, meek, young (half)orphan from "BYOL" Part 1, become the big, shallow, sex addict in "BYOL" Part 2?? This story explains it all, and lets us see a very _OOC_ side of Bullseye ^_ And it even lets us on a _huge_ secret, that even _he_ doesn't know, but _should_!! Yes, there are new characters too!! ;D All characters © me, BlushBunnyC3 ^^ (that's right, ALL of them are mine in this one! Sorry ^^; I know how much some _hate_ fan characters and all.. *gulps* If _you're_ one of them, I, in advance apologize for ruining the story for you, possibly _O; With all that said and done, enjoy! (if you still can ^_^;)
*Note: Wow! This is the shortest Author's Note I've ever done O_O ... Yay ME! XD But this is the LONGEST story I've written now! NOOOOO!! XO*
*Warning: One or two little scenes might get kinda *cough* "heavy" O_o; But I'm not very _descriptive_ or _graphic_, so don't worry too much... but still, be warned... and be kind to me, _please_! _ (*begs* No flames!... Pwease? X( *whimpers with fear*) I've never written this kind of thing before... (that's why it might sound... stupid? O_o) Hope it doesn't offend anyone! Because _believe me_, that is _not_ my intention! I'm just telling you what's going on the story, because it'll make sense of something that happens after! That's _all_.*
*P.S. Please feel free to tell me if you think this story would be more appropriately rated as "R", instead of my chosen "PG-13". I'll be happy to change it, so as to _NOT_ to abuse the rating system (unlike _SOME_ certain people... *glares hard* You know who _YOU_ are).*
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~Cast Of Characters~
Bullseye Warthogg
Buckthorne Wolfe
Nurse Melony (Aunt Mellie)
Donavan Torra
Candice "Candy" Torra
Tanya Korsan
Eliza Payne
Fredrick "Flash" Jackson
Ms.Lionel
Nurse Neyla
Sir Urquhart
***** ***** ******** (can't tell who's that! That'd give it away ^_^)
Tyler Mullins
Lady Sarah
Aaron Cooper
(Holy crud... this is the shortest cast I've ever had ^^;)
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Prologue: "It was 3206. Sometime before love had taken it's toll, on the Princes and their friends... Before this came to be seen... there was a young warthog. By the name of Bullseye... A just turned fifteen, young male. Anyone who looked into his eyes, could see the toll of cruelty in his life... The depression, the anger, and the loneliness. Ten years since the death of his beloved mother, and since his cursed father had left him, high and dry... all alone. Because of such issues and denial, bitterness was a usual trait of Bullseye's. All the caring feelings and innocence he used to have... died with his mother. The strongest thing he could've offered to anyone... was friendship. He was fiercely loyal and protective of the ones he had, and was quite an enjoyable person to be around, in a good mood. Things were about to change for him, however... Not TOO much, in a way... but definitely noticeable, physically and vocally. Perhaps for better? Or for worse? It was kind of hard to tell. Either way, it would transform him, and the way he thought, dramatically...*
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Chapter 1:
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It was dusky outside. The sun was beginning to rise upon the Royal city, of Mobotropolis. Lounging out on a balcony, half awake, half dozing in a chair, of the city orphanage, was a young male warthog. Anyone who would've seen him for the first time, would've immediately assumed, that perhaps he was either just passing by, or he was a volunteer at the orphanage. He looked too big to be one of the orphans. Yet THAT was the reason he was there. For ten years now, to be exact...
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Before then, young Bullseye Warthogg had lived a pretty average life, with his mother, Beatrice, his father, Graff, and two older twin brothers, Goresky and Chislett (they were triplet brothers). His troubles though, had begun since the moment he was born. Because Bullseye was a triplet/twin, it wasn't too surprising he had a little thing wrong with him. He had been born a 'runt', so to speak, rather quite a deal smaller than his brothers. And for some unknown reason to anyone, this fact, that he'd fathered a 'weakling', his father had always seemed to favor Goresky and Chislett over his youngest son, and the attitude towards him, had always appeared... strained. So because of this, Bullseye had always been his mother's favorite child, and rather a "Mama's boy". He'd loved his mother dearly, in return. His relationship with his father though... it was as if there wasn't even one. And so, when he was five years old, all the unsteady, rockiness in his life, seemed to crumble down before him, at last. First, as him and his wife were having too many arguments and problems to deal with, Bullseye's father walked out on him and his mother, taking his oldest sons with him... the first stab of abandonment the young warthog felt. And boy, did it cut deep. Second, was even more horrible, than the first. His dear mother became ill, of some fatal illness, and was quickly killed by it. Which left him all alone. Surely he thought, his father would HAVE to take him with him, then... but no. For the third time, Graff stabbed him in the back. He still refused to take responsibility of his youngest son. So, with no other living relatives, Bullseye was shipped off to the local orphanage. Where he met another lonely soul, like him, his age. A young wolf named Buckthorne Wolfe. The two had amazingly bonded tight-knit at first meeting, and had sworn to be like brothers/best friends for life, on the spot, someone to always be there for them. And so, they'd been in that orphanage for sometime. Bullseye, despite the facts that he knew, in the back of his mind, was a faint hope that his father would one day reconsider, and come back and get him. Buckthorne, however, had no such faint dream of family. Both his parents were dead, as were his little brother and sister. So he really WAS an orphan. More than Bullseye, anyway. When they were younger, they had both, like any child there, hoped to be adopted. But their wish was not to be granted. They HAD both had offers, to be given a new family. But since they had grown attached to each other's friendship and presence, in their lives, the boys announced that they would not go with a family... unless they could BOTH go. And it seemed like no couple, wanted them BOTH. Either they only wanted Buckthorne, or they only wanted Bullseye. And so their chances grew slimmer than ever...
Finally, by the time they were about thirteen, Bullseye and Buckthorne finally gave up on the idea of ever getting out of there, until they were old enough to move out, on their own. They made this clear to the staff, who seemed inclined to agree, as they weren't any trouble, and they could use the extra help. A few changes were made for them, like moving out of the main boys sleeping hall, into their own room, which they shared, and they were expected to start having more chores, to help around, since they were LIVING here, permanently, for now. A cheaper way to pay rent, they said. Bullseye and Buckthorne couldn't've cared less. They did odd cleaning/janitorial, and repair jobs, around the huge orphanage building, since helping with all the little children there, didn't seem like an option. For Bullseye anyways. For some reason, he HATED little kids. They annoyed him, beyond restraining order. In fact, he couldn't take the presence of someone who was more than four years younger than him, seriously. Buckthorne however, would take a small babysitting job, when no one else was available. He, unlike Bullseye, rather had a soft spot for kids. They reminded him of his (dead)little siblings, Landon and Kelsey. He'd always been a good older brother figure, and was reasonably protective. In fact, since the day they were born, Buckthorne wouldn't let them out of his sight. He was a great help to his parents, during this time. And when they'd lost their parents, to murder, he'd taken good care of Landon and Kelsey, in the orphanage, trying to provide what their parents could no longer give. Which is why, when they passed away, Buckthorne blamed himself, for supposedly failing at keeping them happy... and alive. So spending time with the little orphan children, sometimes made Buckthorne feel a little better. Like he was making up for what'd happened. Bullseye simply thought he was crazy. But that was Bullseye for you. Bitterness and hard exterior had overcome him, freezing over, like a block of ice. It practically took the jaws of life, to get him to open up. Only a few people could successfully attempt such a feat. Buckthorne, of course, and all their close friends, since early childhood, like Princes Rockavar and Masevar, Tyler, Aaron, and the whole lot of them... And one other special person. A female sheepdog, Nurse Melony, in the orphanage whom had, which was surprising to everyone else, taken a strong liking to Bullseye and Buckthorne. She was like a second mother to them, since their real mothers were dead, and sometimes, liked to think of them as the sons she'd never had. Since they both liked her too, they let her get away with things like that. To Bullseye, she was the only female he could get (slightly) close to. Aunt Mellie (as they called her) reminded him alot of his beloved mother, Beatrice...
He sighed outloud, breaking the thoughts. *Beatrice...* For ten years, there wasn't a day that went by, that he didn't think of her. He still dreamed of her... saw her beautiful face... felt her warm touch and embrace... heard her tender voice... and held her kind, sweet love close to his heart... Bullseye swallowed hard, taking an uneasy breath, as a seeping ache cramped his chest. He missed her so much... and in his heart, despite all, still held tight to a hope that he'd see her again... that she'd come back to him. Much more stronger than the hope of seeing his father again... Deep, deep down, he truly DID still have love for the man who'd also given him life, as well as the woman... but his soul was caked and smothered by so much denial, and bottled up feelings, he only saw the hate he had, for the cruel person who'd ran out on him, and abandoned all rights... Thinking of this, Bullseye bit his lip so hard, the skin nearly broke. He smeared his hand over his face, and then, sat his muzzle atop his fist, thinking hard. He stared at the scenery, watching the sun crawling up into the sky. He leaned back into the chair, and breathed out. It WAS pretty early, he thought. He lazily began to shut his eyes, hoping to drift back into slumber... "-Morning, 'sunshine'." He snapped his eyes open, to see a face standing over him. He pulled a sceptical look seeing who it was. "-Well good morning to you, 'buttercup'!" he squealed, insanely. His wolf friend chuckled. "-Happy Birthday, pal." Bullseye raised his eyebrows. "-Aww, you remembered!" he spoke in a ditzy, girly voice. He grinned, in normal expression. "Thanks Buckthorne." "-Don't mention it, buddy," Buckthorne insisted, sitting down in another chair. "I owe ya that much." Where would I be without ya, to keep me company in this depressing 'hole'?" Bullseye shrugged. "-Eeh... you looked 'easy' to 'break in'." Buckthorne snickered. "-Yeah... I think I'll just "smile and nod" here..." Sooo, you gonna get your ID, right away?" His friend grinned widely. "-HELL ya!" I'm the first one of us all, to be old enough to start getting myself boozed and liquored up, and in the crowd!" I'm jumping into that saddle right good, and quick, let me tell you, brother!" Buckthorne shook his head. "-I expected as much, from you, boy..." So, you're gonna test it out tonight too, then?" Bullseye shrugged. "-I guess so..." Why not give myself a little present, eh?" A little night on the house... a gift from me to myself." "-Suit yourself, Bullsy," Buckthorne said. "-Speaking of which... here." He tossed Bullseye a small package. The warthog picked it up. He snorted. "-You shouldn't have... I'll probably just lose it." "-I don't know, you won't want to," his friend told him, mysteriously. Bullseye untied the string, and pulled off the paper. "-Well, wowie... my first real wallet!" he laughed. "-Ain't it the spiffiest thing... thanks Buckthorne." The wolf smiled, pleased with himself. "-It's two gifts in one, actually." One, to put your new ID in..." He stopped speaking, much to Bullseye's confusement. "-And?" asked Bullseye. "-You mean 'two'?" questioned Buckthorne. "Well ya!" He smirked. "-You'll figure it out." Bullseye rolled his eyes. "-Righty then... but all the same, seriously Bucksy, thanks alot... this is pretty cool." -Hey!" It's even got a chain, so I can 'chain' it to myself, eh?" His friend nodded, in agreement. "-Yup." Let's see a pickpocket get away with that." Bullseye shook his head, with amusement. "-Count on YOU to think of something like that..." He continued to examine it. Then, in one of the pockets, he found something. "-Hey Buckthorne... I think I just found "two"." "Did ya, now?" asked Buckthorne. Bullseye, grinning, held up the small wad of rolled up mobiums. "-You've gotta be kidding me, pal." I can't take this!" "-Sure ya can!" Just because I'm not gonna be going to the bar with you, yet, doesn't mean I can't pay for your birthday booze!" Besides... that's part Aunt Mellie's gift too." "-Ah, I see..." said Bullseye, shoving the money back in the wallet. "She says she's got more for you though," Buckthorne continued. "-She's probably gonna make you a cake, or somethin'." You know her." "Awww geez..." sighed Bullseye. "-God knows WHY she takes such a liking to me." I ain't near half worth of what she gives me." Buckthorne looked at Bullseye. "-Man, Bullseye... you shouldn't be so hard on yourself, all the time." I KNOW you better than anyone... I think you deserve MORE than what you got." You're worth more, than you give yourself credit for... seriously." I see that, Aunt Mellie sees that, all our friends see that... why can't you?" Bullseye sighed outloud. "-You know why." Buckthorne shook his muzzle. "-Come on Bullseye... it's not your fault... your dad's just a true jackass, that's all... he wouldn't know a good thing if it were standing right in his face." I say HE deserves to 'get it' good..." Bullseye slightly frowned. "-Hey... don't say stuff like that about him." "-I'm sorry," apologized Buckthorne. Bullseye finally stood up. "-I think I'm gonna go." Buckthorne looked to him. "-You mean you're gonna 'go'?" The warthog nodded. "-Yeah." "-Okay then... I'll see ya later then." The wolf watched as his friend started to walk off. He knew what Bullseye meant by 'going'. He said that, meaning he wanted to go somewhere... somewhere that he liked to be alone. No one else. And it figured, thought Buckthorne, considering the occasion. *Hope it does him some good...*
In the misty dawn, the young warthog walked through the forlorn graveyard, down the dewy grass, passing by various tombstones... until he came to stop at a particular stone. Despite the wetness of the grass, he kneeled down, and sat in it. He stared at the words engraved into the stone. Though he knew them by heart, he read them to himself:
Lady Beatrice Warthogg
(3167-3196)
Beloved Wife
&
Mother
"-Mama..." Bullseye whispered outloud. A small tear managed to squeeze from his eyelid, and roll down his cheek. He swallowed hard, breathing heavily. He put his hand on the gravestone, stroking the cool, marble stone with his fingertips. Being here made him feel so close to her... like she was right there... He reached into his pocket, and dug about, until he pulled out a small photograph. It was old, worn, and slightly faded, but it still deciphered the subjects clearly. It was a picture of him, as a small child... and her... his dear, beloved mother, Beatrice. She was holding him in her arms, hugging him to her, with a beautiful smile on her lips, nuzzling her youngest born, her baby boy. He was younger, with innocence and pure happiness in the moment, snuggling in her arms, being more than satisfied than being in her warm, loving embrace, than any other place in the world he could be. This time, his tears came too fast, for him to hold them in. So, he just them come. After putting away the picture, Bullseye hung his head between his knees, and his shoulders shook, as the sobs choked out his throat. Bullseye practically NEVER cried... So when he DID, it always seemed to hurt him... both emotionally and physically. They were like acidic tears, burning and stinging his eyes. It was probably because he'd held them for so long... That's what Bullseye did. He had mastered the skill of taking all his raw, bitter emotions, and burying them so deep inside, that he thought they'd never be able to rise, beneath all that covered them up. True, it was like living a lie... but it seemed to be the only thing that kept Bullseye sane, in his mind. Unleashing all those emotions, could've possibly caused him a nervous or depressional breakdown, to lose all sanity, and basically go clinically insane. So obviously, they were too overwhelming to be coped with. And so, keeping them deep inside and to himself, seemed to be the right and easy option. But then again, not ALL of them he buried. Every couple of months, when he came here, to see his mother, he'd always end up crying, no matter what. It was a chance to spill his guts, or tears, for that matter, and sort of relieve himself, a small removal from his massive burden, that he carried within. At last, Bullseye raised his sorrowful, torn, face, and looked through blurry eyes, at her grave again. He then, slowly, moved over to it, and rest his arms, and cheek against the stone, as if embracing it... or her... And he started to weep, once more. How many countless times his tears had soaked into that gravestone, he didn't know. But if anyone would've actually done something like, tasted the stone... they would've savored all the salty bitterness, of those ravenged, angsted, and morbid tears shed... by the dead female's (of the gravestone) son. After sometime, Bullseye had finally shed all that he could tear out, and he picked up a small bundle that he'd brought with him. He took off the wrappings, to reveal a small bouquet of flowers. They were lovely white lilies... Beatrice's favorite flowers. One by one, he spread them across her grave, with great care and thought. Then, when there was only one lily left in his hand, he held it tightly, and began to pluck off the soft petals, until he had a handful of them. With that done, he stood up, in slight wind that had just picked up, and with a swift throw, tossed them into the air, and let the wind carry them off. And he leaned back his head, and stared into the sky, as if he was looking up at his mother, in the high heavens above. The wind grew stronger, and brushed into his mane/hair, his fur, his face... It was as if it was Beatrice, embracing him, like she had done so long ago... He stood there, letting the breeze caress him, wrapping him in its chilly, grasping touch. *-I'm here Mama... your little Bullseye, your baby boy... I just wanted to tell you... that I'll always miss you... and I'll always love you, Mama... forever... my guardian angel...*