Chris' Origins Part 1: A New 'Family'

Chapter 1: The Memories Of Childhood

On a dark and windy night of Halloween, Chris was sitting on top of an old abandoned house and looked down at the neighborhood that he lived near. For Chris, this day marked the anniversary for the death of his best friend and companion, Cerberus. It seemed like it was only yesterday for Chris but in reality, it was ten years ago on this very same night. Young Chris went out trick-or-treating with his pet wolf, Cerberus. But, Cerberus was more than just a pet to Chris. He was also a guardian and a protector. Ever since Cerberus was a pup, he was always with Chris. They both were as happy as they could be, because of the candy that they were getting. Chris and Cerberus walked side by side to each house. Cerberus was holding a candy bucket in his mouth so that he wouldn't feel left out when Chris got candy. But that night turned into a every dark night as they walked to the house of Old Man Greg. Old Man Greg was a rude, snobbish, and down right mean old man. He hated everyone in the neighborhood because of all the noise that came from their houses because of how everyone would make a big deal about the holidays or how the seasons were changing. He also had a great deal of hatred towards the children of the neighborhood because he found them annoying from where they would always play in his yard even after the warnings that were given. His hatred was extremely shown whenever Halloween would roll around. All these good for nothing brats get candy from hard working adults, if they can't pay for their own things then they shouldn't get anything. This was all he said to himself as he watched from his living room window. And there, right on cue, was a little kid walking up to the door. As Chris and Cerberus walked up to the house, Old Man Greg came out with his shotgun and pointed it at Chris.
"You have five seconds to get the hell off my property, trespasser."
Chris looked with shock as he froze in his tracks. "I'm sorry, sir. I just thought that you were giving out candy like the other adults."
"Now why in the SAM HELL would I give candy that I bought with my own money to a bunch of snot-nose brats like you?"
Chris started to cry as Old Greg was cursing at him and still pointing the gun at him. Cerberus, who was already growling, had placed the bucket full of candy down and started to bark at Old Greg.
"Oh shut up, you mangy mutt. Or I'll shoot you as well."
As Old Greg finished his sentence, Cerberus lunged at him. Old Greg fired the shotgun, but only after Cerberus had a good grip on his throat and crunched down into it. Chris stood there, still frozen in fear, and watched as both bled to death. He dropped down to his hands and knees, he then started to cry. The howl of his pain spread through the whole neighborhood as the others came to him and hugged him tightly and closely, hoping to calm him but only managed to calm him some. Others walked toward the porch where the bodies had laid, motionless, lifeless, blood pouring out of the wounds. All they could do was shake their head as they picked up Cerberus and took him to the pet cemetery that was located near the edge of the area. The adults and other children calmed the heartbroken and pain filled Chris. But, there was nothing they could do for him. Soon, everyone left him there as they went back to their fun. Chris continued to cry until he passed out in the yard.