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Author's Note: This story is my own story based on my own thoughts with Leonard and Lisa's past and childhood, and will be told in Leonard's POV. If you like the story and would like to see more, then I will try to keep up with this as much as I can. If you don't like, then I only ask that you please keep all negative comments to yourself. Now then onto the Story!

Chapter 1 - Remembering The Past

I don't remember much about the day my mother was murdered, but I know it was the last day my sister and I ever shed a tear or showed any kind of emotion. I looked around at the few adults around me all wearing black clothes and weeping silently. The dark clouds in the sky moved closer together looking disatisfied as the cold heartless wind swirled around kicking up leaves around our feet. I could hear the sound of my little sister Lisa crying in our grandfather's arms as he rubbed her back soothingly and quielty comforted her. We were the only kids in the graveyard that day, and as I turned now to look at the blue casket which held my mother's dead body inside, the only thing that was swirling around my eight year old mind was this: It should've been you dad. It should've been you.

The next thing I remember was my head pounding matching the steady rhythm of my heart. My vision stared to blur as I felt a hand on my shoulder as I looked up to see my grandfather's blue eyes looking down at me with deep concern. "You okay there Len?" I tried to answer, but the next thing I felt was something warm and sticky trickling down my lips and down my chin. As I looked down clutching my head in my hands, I noticed tiny droplits of blood dotting the ground at my feet, and my heart began to instantly pound in fear and panic. What was happening to me? That was the last thing I remembered before waking up later in the hospital bed was My grandfather sitting beside me and my little sister who was only five at the time holding my hand with tears running down her face. "Don't leave me Lenny." She said as tears shimmering in her brown eyes. I gave her a weak smile and replied, "Don't worry little sis, Leo's not going anywhere. I'll always be here to keep you safe no matter what."

"Lenny! Lenny!" The sound of my little sister's voice reached me which brought me out of the memory. I slowly opened my eyes to find only pure darkness around my eyes which blocked out any source of light. A blindfold? My head pounded and I could taste the coppery substance of blood in my mouth and feel it running from my nose down my lips and down my chin. As I tried to move now to the sound of Lisa's voice, I suddenly realized that I was bound tightly to the back of a chair, and I attempted to keep calm as I heard Lisa's frantic voice calling out my name in terror. "Lenny help me!" She cried out as I could hear her voice racking with sobs. "I'm scared." A rush of anger and adrenaline rushed through me as I drew in several audible breaths to keep calm.

"Nice to see you're awake, son. We've got a lot to discuss." I turned sharply toward my father's voice, trying to suppress the chill that when up my spine when I felt his hand touch my shoulder. He only called me son when he wanted something from me. "…Lewis-" I started when I felt a sharp sting of pain shoot through me as a hand smacked me hard across the face making my world spin despite the darkness. "What did I tell you, Leo? Don't speak unless I tell you to." He said gruffly. I clenched my jaw in anger as I felt fresh blood fill up inside my mouth. I swallowed, but held my tongue. Just like old times…

"Better. And it's Dad, not Lewis in case you forgot, son. I certainly haven't." I flinched again as the blindfold was suddenly ripped off and a surge of bright light hit my eyes momentarily blinding me. "Stay away from him!" I heard the tone in Lisa's voice change from terror to anger as I blinked my eyes rapidly to clear my vision until the world came back into focus. I looked around and realized I was in some sort of abandoned warehouse as it was cluttered with medical tables which lined the walls throught out the room, one of which held Lisa's quivering body as she struggled to get free despite the restraints holding her preventing her from doing so. "Leave her alone." I growled with anger consuming me. "This is between me and you, leave Lisa out of this." My father didn't reply as he now stood directly in front of me looking icredibly smug as ever. Same old, same old. I thought. Something's never changed.

"Let Lisa go." I said firmly then immediatly regretted in when I felt another hard slap to my face making my vision swim as a wave of dizziness came over me. "Wjhat did I just tell you Leo?" Dad's breath touched my ear as I flinched with a mixture of both fear and anger. "Don't speak unless I give you permission to." I felt my vision instantly start to blur now as my head began to pound, and the memory of my mother's death instantly came flooding back. "Took you longer than I expected to come around there, Leo. Don't tell me my being away all these years has made you go soft."

I bit back a retort, as I would've liked nothing more then to wipe the smug like grin of his face and tell him to go to hell, but that would've more then likely got me killled right now, and that was not on my to do list at the moment. Not when Lisa's life was on the line. Dad' smirk widened and I swallowed down the bile that had risen in my throat. "Good… Now, talk to me. You didn't grow soft, did you, Leo?" "No," I answered bitterly trying to keep the look of fear off my face despite the wave of dizziness now sweeping over me.

"What's with the nosebleed son?" Dad asked as I shook my head. "It's nothing." I answered stubbornly. The next thing I felt was my father's hand once again slapping me hard across the face which almost knocked the chair I was strapped into over, and only added on to the pain in my head. My vision now began to grow dark as I began to drift into unconsciousness. No! I thought firmly. I can't pass out now. I have to stay strong for Lisa. I have to keep her safe. I have to keep dad away from her. Fear shot into my heart as I watched dad move away from me and now turned to Lisa who was still struggling to get off of the metal table she was strapped onto. "Get away from her." I growled trying to keep myself from falling into unconsciousness. "Don't hurt her." I looked around and immediately realized with fear that I didn't have my cold gun. "Looking for this son?"

I tensed up at the sound of my own weapon being warmed up in my father's hand, and I felt the blood in my veins ran cold. Shit. I thought trying not to panic. Dad with the Cold Gun in his possession brought some unpleasant thoughts to my mind, particularly the variety of different torturous painful ways he might use it on me to exact revenge.

"Hate to break it to you Leo." Dad said as I looked at him through my blurry diming vision and could see the smug smirk look on his face again as he stepped closer to my sister. "But you don't tell me what to do." Dad replied and my heart leaped into my throat in fear as I noticed the glimmer of a sharp silver blade clenched in his fist now. "Lenny!" Lisa screamed in fear as she struggled against the straps pinning her to the table. "Lenny! Lenny don't leave me!" I struggled to get out of my own bindings pinning me to the chair, but without my cold gun there was nothing I could do. I was powerless as my sister's screams of terror reached my ears, and I drifted into unconsciousness, not knowing when I would wake if the baby sister I raised would still be dead or alive.

Too Be Continued...Hope you enjoyed the first part of my new Story, and as I said before, If you like this story and would like to see more, then please feel free to leave lots of positive reviews, but if not then I ask you keep all negitive comments to yourself. Hope you enjoyed and as always Please Review!