A/N: In honor of Friday the 13th, I'm starting a new story! Don't worry…I haven't given up on 'When In Need'…I will continue that soon. Oh, and any of the dates that appear in this story, I'm not sure if they're true…they're probably not…this is more of an Alternate Universe story anyway…so. Enjoy!

Warning: (this applies for later...) abuse, implied rape, some cursing

Disclaimer: I do NOT own big time rush…However, I DO own my characters Ethan Knight, Thomas Creavy, or…any other random character that may appear. :)

July, Tuesday 10th, 2003

"Kendall! Carlos! Get back here!" 10 year old Ethan Knight exclaimed to his younger, 7 year old brother, Kendall Knight, and their 6 year old adopted brother, Carlos Garcias.

Ethan ran down the hill, his ball cap flying off his head as his long legs carried him down quicker and quicker. He slowed a bit as he got closer to Carlos, grabbing him by the hood of his purple jacket. The two boys stumbled and fell down the rest of the hill, Carlos laughing the entire way. Ethan quickly got up and, seeing as they were now at the bottom of the hill, grabbed Kendall when he too reached the bottom.

"What have I told you about staying close?" asked Ethan slightly irritated. "Mom trusted me to watch you two and I can't do that when you guys are running off."

"But Edan," Carlos was currently missing his two front teeth and couldn't properly pronounce all his words. "The hiwws aw so big an' fum to rum dow!"

"And it's fun to always win," added Kendall, smirking.

Carlos pouted. "I cun rum fasta tan you!" He exclaimed. "Edan sopped me!"

"I beat you every day, Carlitos," Kendall said. Ethan had taken the boys, and sometimes their 2 year old sister Katie, to the park every day since summer started. And every one of those days Kendall and Carlos had had some sort of race in which Kendall always won. It wasn't that Carlos was slow or anything, in fact he was very, very fast. It was the fact that Carlos was much smaller than Kendall, who was actually pretty tall for a 7 year old. Not to mention, Carlos was also sick a lot of the time and therefore weaker than Kendall.

Ethan inwardly sighed and kneeled down in front of his Latino brother who hadn't gotten up from tumbling down the hill earlier.

"It's okay, Carlos," he reassured. "You'll win next time. I promise."

Carlos smiled his tooth-less smile up at Ethan, who in turn smiled. It was impossible not to be happy when the little ball of energy was smiling.

"Okay, Edan," he said in a determined way. Ethan helped him up and grasped his younger brothers' hands. The three began walking up the hill and to their home, when the tallest boy felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to find an older, balding man, maybe in his mid-40's, standing behind the boys, holding Ethan's ball cap. The corners of his lips curled upward.

"I believe you dropped this," he said in a low, gravelly voice, placing the hat on the oldest boy's head, slightly rubbing Ethan's temple with his thumb as he did so.

Ethan slightly shuddered. He didn't like the look or the smile the creepy man was giving him.

"T-thanks..." Ethan stuttered nervously, quickly leading his brothers away from the man and back home. He looked back only once, the same uneasy feeling washing over him as he did.

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Thomas Creavy had to restrain himself from jumping with joy. The boy. The perfect, perfect little boy had lost his adorable little hat giving him the ideal opportunity to talk to him. To touch him...he could've grabbed him. Made him his. Take that flawless little cherub as his own...no. Everything had to be in place...It had to be perfect. No. It would be perfect. Only the best for his angel…his rose of a child…The golden haired boy would be his. And only his.