Free Fiction: Ringo
by Jeri Unselt
I ran as fast as my paws would let me go, once I saw what they were gonna place the mask over my head, I knew what those humans had in mind, a one way trip to doggy heaven. There’s was no way in hell I was gonna let them put me to sleep, that
was how I saw my parents die when I was still a small pup. I had to go back to where it all happened, I had to see if my girl Megan was ok.
The house was in my sights, anytime now, I was going home. Megan was waiting for me, I knew it, I could feel it in my bones. As I got close, I stopped dead in my tracks. What the hell? The entrance of the house was covered in some sort of big gigantic yellow tape. With each step I took, the black words on the tape got bigger and bigger, so big that I feared they would fall on me.
“Crime scene,” I read. “Do not cross.”
Maybe humans couldn’t go inside, but I was a dog, an American bulldog to be exact, I went inside like I didn’t have a care in the world.
Right away the bowl of water in front of the kitchen caught my eye. Thank goodness, I thought, all that running left me so thirsty, that I could be peeing sand. I ran towards it with excitement only to stop mid stream. There isn’t water in my bowl, I realized. At least it wasn’t the clear stuff I normally drank, no I saw a light pinkish color inside. What is that? My eyes turned to the right of the bowl to see something red, I didn’t want to but I took a quick lick. Almost immediately, I wined at the realization.
Blood, I looked around, there was blood everywhere in the living room, in the kitchen, even along the upstairs steps.
I let out a howl and barked, it was the only way I could get Megan’s attention.
She has to be ok, she just has to be.
“Shh,” a voice behind me said. “Careful, people can hear you.”
I turned around to see an old man staring back at me, it wasn’t the first time I had locked eyes with him.
“Everyone’s gone kid,” he explained. “All but one were taken
away in body bags.” The man knelt down and scratched my head, “I can hear your voice kid, I have that ability. What’s your name?”
“Ringo,” I answered. “What happened? Where’s my girl?”
“They took her away in the ambulance, she was hurt bad.”
“Take me to her,” I begged. “Please?” My mind wondered to the day she fell off her bike and broke her leg. She had said to me, I had made her recovery easier. I couldn’t let her down.
“I can’t kid,” the man answered.
“Why?” I let out a wine to let him know how serious I was. “Megan needs me.”
“Don’t you remember Ringo?”
“Remember what?” as I asked the question, a sudden loud scream brought me to focus. “Yes,”
Megan and I awoke at the sound of the scream. A lady she called grandma rushed inside and closed the door.
“Oh my god,” she cried. “OH MY GOD!”
“Grandma, what is it?” Megan asked holding me close.
“They’re dead,” she answered. “Your grandfather, and Robbie are dead!”
“Dead?” Megan got to her feet and hugged Grandma. I in turn went to the door and started growling. “Ringo, no, come back.” I wanted to go out but I was trained to respond to Megan’s command and so I went and stood by her side. “What happened Grandma, who did this?”
“The demons your grandfather warned us about,” she explained. “The one’s your father sold your soul for!” She sat on the bed crying. “Oh god!”
“What are we gonna do?” Megan took a couple of steps to the door.
“No Megan,” Grandma got up and wrapped her arms around her pressing against her like a cobra.
“They want you, don’t you get it!”
“Why?” she answered. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“That’s why they want you Baby,” they hugged each other again. “I won’t let them hurt you ok,” Megan nodded and sat back down on the bed. Grandma the. Turned her attention to me with eyes so big that I wanted to hide under the bed. “I’m gonna go back out, see if I can find a way out. If I don’t make it, you keep Megan safe, you hear me!” I wined and ran to Megan’s waiting arms.
“Grandma, you’re scaring Ringo,” Megan scolded.
“When I leave,” she said. “You and Ringo get in the closet and hide.” Grandma stared at both with tears in her eyes. “I love you Megan,”
“What happened next Kid?” the man asked.
“We stayed in the closet for a long time,” I began. “It was so silent that I think Megan began to fall asleep. But then,”
“No!” Grandma screamed. “You can’t have her!” Megan opened her eyes and held me close. “Take me instead you spawns of Satan!” Once again neither Megan or I could hear anything.
“What’s going on?” Megan whispered. All of a sudden Grandma’s scream brought us both to our feet. “Grandma!” She rushed out of the closet with me behind her. “Grandma!”
Megan stopped at the middle of the staircase and screamed, “No! Grandma!”
We watched helplessly as the body that was her grandmother was being torn and then eaten away by creatures unseen by the human eye, but I could. Two dobermans stood over their meal like they didn’t have a care in the world, no way would I allow them to have Megan.
“Ah,” all of a sudden a third creature knocked Megan down the stairs. She tried to get up, but the pain held her hostage. “Ringo!” she screamed as the three demon dogs surrounded her, sharp fangs ready to feast. “Help me!”
I ran downstairs and knocked one of them away from her, my teeth grabbed onto it’s neck and began shaking it’s body like a rag doll. Somehow I managed to throw the beast so far against the patio door and disappeared. Wow, I thought. Did I do that?
“Stand aside Bulldog,” one of the doberman creatures stared me with eyes of fire. “The girl is ours.”
“You stand aside,” I answered. “The only way you’re getting to my girl is threw me.”
The creature gave me a most menacing smile, a part of me wanted to run, but there was no time for that. “With pleasure.”
Within moments, the dog had me on the floor, but I pushed it back against the wall. It got up and came back for me. I sighed, so your gonna make this difficult for me huh. Just as it got close to me, I heard a loud a pop and the dog fell at my feet. I looked to see the other creature had run for it’s life. Good riddance, I thought. I turned back to see the creature had disappeared just like it’s friend. It was then I saw the man with a shotgun.
“It was you,” I said to him. “You saved Megan’s life, and mine.” By the time I could get to her, she was unconscious from the fall.
“I’d been tracking them for years,” the man explained. I wanted to know more, but there was someone else I was worried about. “Is
Megan ok? Please take me to her?”
“I can’t do that kid.”
“Because as far as the rest of the world is concerned,” the man explained.
“You’re responsible for all of this,”
“Me?” I looked around. “Why would they think I did this? I’m just a dog.”
“Yes, but you’re a bulldog Ringo,” the man answered gently. “Your breed has made you a scapegoat. I’m sorry Kid, I should’ve realized that or I would’ve taken you with me before the police and paramedics arrived.”
I wined as tears came out of my eyes, “It’s not fair.” I looked at him. “It’s not right,”
“I know that,” the man gave me another scratch on the head. “Come on, let me do what I should’ve done, before those bastards in animal control find you to finish the job.”
“But what about Megan?” I allowed him to pick me up.
“I’m certain you’ll see her again,” the man promised. “We just gotta keep you alive long enough for that to happen. I’m certain those monsters will want to come back to finish you off.”
“Yeah,” I could sense their presence getting closer. “Let’s go.”
Jeri Unselt is a native of Colorado who has been writing stories ever since childhood. She started podcasting her first novel, Inner Demons, in 2008. The print book will be released in 2012 alongside a podcast prequel, Inner Demons: Turmoil. She is a member of the Wicked Women Writers, has been featured on several HorrorAddicts.net episodes, and will be in the up-and-coming Wicked Women Writers anthology. To find out more about Jeri, go to: www.jeriunselt.org