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Hey guys! I know this is another story and I haven't even updated WLBTM yet, but I thought of this idea and I've got a few chapters written down already and I really hope you like it. This idea came from a movie that I won't name, but I'm changing the plots to make it more like my own version. Anyway, enjoy!

Warnings(Not for just this chapter, but for the whole story): Violence, torture, threats of death, slight character death, murder, mentions of death, boy×boy, mature themes.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything recognizable.

Somewhere in Westerville, Ohio, 2002...

"Mommy, daddy, I'm scared." A child cries, trapped in the back seat of a turned over car. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears. His eyes shone with terror in the dim headlights.

"It's gonna be okay, Jeff. You're going to be alright." Anne Sterling soothed her son, taking off her necklace and putting it around his neck. The little angel on the chain hung down to the middle of Jeff's small chest. He looked at his mother worriedly. This was her favorite necklace. "This will keep you safe."

"No it won't, it's just a necklace!" The little boy cried, obviously terrified. He didn't want his mommy to die. She always said she'd only take the necklace off if she died.

"Jeff, you're going to be okay." Mark Sterling said, as he pulled his fist back and punched the window, shattering the glass. Jeff whimpered from the sound. His dad was so strong. It was scary to see him so not in control of a situation. The smell of gasoline flooded the air, making Jeff gag. "Climb out the window and run, and you'll be alright."

"But daddy, what about you and mommy?" Seven-year-old Jeffrey sobbed. He was practically shaking in fear. "Don't wanna leave without you."

Mark Sterling sighed, and handed him a camera, which was sitting on his lap just a few minutes ago. Jeff gasped. "Take this and we'll always be with you. Crawl out the window and run, Jeff. Run and get help."

"Okay. I love you mommy and daddy." Jeff sobbed, crawling out of the car. The glass cut his hands and stung his knees through his pant legs, but the adrenaline coursing through him dulled the pain if only for the current moment.

"We love you, Jeff." Anne whispered, watching her son slowly crawling away from the car, just far enough to be unharmed when the car exploded, with the young couple inside. Jeff watched in terror as the people he loved the most went up in flames.

That was the last memory Jeff had of his loving parents.

Westerville, Ohio, 2010...

Jeff smiled at the sight of a bird in a nest, feeding worms to its young. It reminded him of his parents, so loving and kind, providing him with everything he needed for as long as they could. He tried not to think about how they left him, how much it haunted him, and tried to focus on all the good things they've done. He looked down at the camera in his hands, making a slideshow in his head of all the pictures of the last road trip they all went to. He'd printed the pictures years ago, with the help from his aunt and uncle, but to him nothing was more precious than his own memories. Pictures could be changed. They faded with age and sometimes had flaws. But his memory, while it could be flawed could never be changed. That, and this camera as it is the last thing he had from his father.

He turned his attention back to the birds in the nest, and focused his camera on it. Once he was satisfied, he clicked on it and smiled at the result. It was beautiful. Beautiful, he thought, his hand subconsciously moving to the little angel-shaped charm on his necklace. He'd never taken it off, just like he never let his camera more than four feet away from him. It was just too much for him. Having those items close, felt like having his parents close. In his heart, at least.

For the next hour he continued admiring nature in the park and taking pictures of beautiful moments he needed to be reminded of in the future, until a cry of pain interrupted him. He frowned, thinking it was all in his head, until it sounded again. He frowned. What was going on?

Curious, he walked towards a bush and hid behind it, seeing a man with brown hair and hazel-green eyes, broad shoulders and quite tall, and a petite woman with long curly blonde hair - not nearly as blonde as Jeff's though - and blue eyes standing face to face, the man holding a gun and the woman bleeding and limping. She looked scared and Jeff wondered what he could do to help her. He glanced down at his camera. He could do that... He zoomed in using his camera to see what was going on better, and clicked every few seconds.

"Please." She begged. "I need more time. Please."

"It's nothing personal." The man said, cocking his gun. "It's just...business." He raised it up and pointed it at the woman's heart. There was a loud bang, and the woman fell to the ground, lifeless.

Jeff held back a gasp and nearly dropped his camera, but fortunately it had a strap and was hanging from his neck. He quickly backed away, but froze when he heard his name being called. He was going to die next.

"Jeff!" His uncle, Randy, called, walking around dangerously close to the man who just murdered a woman. Jeff's eyes shifted between the man with the gun and his uncle.

"Uncle Randy! No!" Jeff screamed, just before the murderer shot him straight in the heart, and turned to Jeff. The young boy whimpered and ran, avoiding the gunshots being directed at him. His camera straining against his neck, peeking out past his arm as he ran. The man almost decided to let him leave, but caught sight of the camera and chased after him.

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Surprise shoutout to Blackbirdpuzzlepiece for helping me edit this story! Read hers guys, they're amazing!

Thanks for reading! Let me know if you enjoyed it and want to see more. R&R please!