A new story, you know I love reviews, this is not a one-shot this will be a long story, if you guys like it of course.

Also halfway through it kinda goes from the narrators POV to Bradys, and I'll probably end up doing that a lot, so sorry if you get confused.

The Silent Victim

Prologue

On July, 9th, 1995, 12:34am Brady Parker was Born, at 12:36am he was declared dead. At 12:40am his parents refused to see him, not wanting to live with the memory of this being the way they saw their first child.

His lungs collapsed, is what they were told. But they refused to hear it, hear anything about him. From that day on he was never mentioned, not once. He was forever forgotten.

At 1:00am the doctor carried his limp body to Mount Spew. At 1:17am the doctor placed his limp body on the ground to return for the crown, so this royal would have a proper cremation. At 1:30am a married couple came across his body, they picked him up and looked at each other. At 1:32am a cry echoed through the air.

At 1:40am Brady Parker had a family, a new one, one that would love him till the end of the earth. He had the same name, same first name. They thought it was right, to give him the name that was engraved on the blanket he was currently wrapped in.

At 1:43am Brady Parker became Brady Carlton.

12 Months Old

"Mama! Mama!" Those were Brady Carlton's first words.

"Did you hear that honey? He's going to be a momma's boy for sure!"

"Yeah, I heard it, but it's probably because you never stop trying to teach him how to say it."

"Well now I don't have too, do I Brady?"

"Mama! Mama!"

"I'll take that as a yes sweetie."

"Well I bet he would say dad if I was screaming it in his ear every day."

Joey Carlton took a seat next to his son, studying him carefully.

"He's no momma's boy, he's a boy who will grow into an amazing man, he's gonna change this world Sarah."

"For the better." Sarah Carlton added while silently watching her husband interact with their son grinning from ear to ear not forgetting the first words her child said.

"Can you say dada Brady?" Brady looked up upon hearing his name. He smiled recognizing the man in front of him, he grabbed his father's nose and laughed softly. His father smiled and shook his head.

"Come on now Brady, you can play with my nose later. I want to hear you say Dada, listen now, da-da. Your turn."

Brady frowned, confused by his words, but knew that he loved seeing his parents smile, so he repeated the words, trying his hardest. "Do-do-da."

Sarah Carlton let out a loud joyful laugh. "At least when I teach him, he gets it Joey."

"Alright, alright, that was just his first try, and it was pretty darn close if you ask me. Come on Brady, say da-da."

"Da-do!" Brady said overjoyed that he accomplished that task, but confused when he didn't see a smile on his father's face.

"Maybe another day Brady." Joey Carlton let out a sad sigh, not succeeding with teaching his son. He stood up and offered to get lunch ready when he heard it.

"Dada?" Brady Carlton cried after seeing his father stand up, and walk away from him.

Joey Carlton stood, shocked at what he heard, he turned and faced his 12 month old son.

"Brady! You did it! You said Dada!" He picked up Brady and spun him in the air, overjoyed at his sons second word. Brady saw the smile on his father's face and knew he was the one who put it there, he tried to think back to what he did but remembered when he heard the word 'dada' leave his father's mouth.

"Dada!" Brady screamed while laughing.

"Yeah buddy, I'm your dada."

8 Years Old

"Mom! Dad! Let's go, let's go! Hurry!" Brady yelled while jumping down the stairs to join his parents in their daily adventure.

"Hold your horses dear, we're in no rush." His mother calmly spoke.

"Yeah, but it will be so much fun! I'll be an adventurer like you and dad today!" Brady couldn't stop smiling, overjoyed that he would be joining his parents for an adventure they had planned a week before but it has rained everyday for a week.

Brady sat on the windowsill watching out for any clouds, if it started raining.

"Brady, what are you up to son?" His father asked while coming down the stairs to begin the adventure with his family.

"I'm looking for the clouds dad! The bad clouds! They might come again and start to cry, then it will be a sad day, but there are no bad clouds, just a big big sun!"

"Well then I guess we can better get going huh? What do you think Sarah? Should we go on an adventure?" Joey jokingly spoke to his wife.

"I don't know Joey, today we were suppose to teach Brady some more, but this adventure might ruin it."

"NO! Please mom! Please! I'll do this much homework when we get back!" Brady spoke while opening his arms out as wide as they would go.

"Well... I guess it would be alright then, but only for a little bit." Sarah Carlton said.

"THANK YOU! Thank you Mom!" Brady started towards the door but stopped remembering something.

"I forgot something just wait here, and don't go without me!" Brady ran up the stairs and came back with the walking stick his dad made for him.

"Let's go!" Brady said excitedly.

After about halfway through their journey it started to rain, Brady's parents stopped walking but Brady kept marching right along not even noticing the rain.

"Brady! Hold up son!" Brady heard his father's voice and turned back to see his parents standing 10 feet away from him.

"Dad, mom, why did you stop?"

"Brady it's raining, I thought you said there were no clouds in the sky?" Joey Carlton said while laughing at the sudden change of events. "Looks like we gotta go back. Sorry buddy."

"It's okay Brady we can go tomorrow, okay?" Sarah spoke.

Brady looked up and for the first time realized the rain, he should've known this was going to happen, but he didn't want to stop the adventure, he has already saw so many cool bugs, animals, and he wanted to see more. So he decided he would trick his parents.

"It's not raining dad, really it's not. It might be your image making."

"You mean imagination son? And even though you may not see or feel it, it is raining. So we gotta get back."

"No!" Brady screaming before walking in the other direction to continue the adventure.

"Brady! If you come back I'll teach you how to use a sword tomorrow!" Joey Carlton said.

Brady thought about it for a second, this adventure was really fun for him, and it was almost done anyway, so he did kind of have an adventure, and if he went home he would learn how to sword fight! He knew what to do. Brady started to walk back towards his parents nodding his head towards his father telling him it was a deal.

"Joey! Now look what you did! The boy is too young for a sword!"

"Calm down Sarah, I learned from the best and so will he." Joey Carlton spoke proudly acknowledging his father who taught him to fight.

"Fine, but you will start with using something that won't cut him in half okay Joey?" Sarah demanded urgently.

Brady was almost near his parent when he saw 4 people with black things in their hair and pointy things in their hand, as he got closer he saw what it was. A Sword!

"Mom! Dad! Look out!" He screamed as loud as he could now running towards his parents trying not to slip on the wet, muddy grass. He watched as his father noticed the 4 people and pushed his mom away from him, his father started to fight the 4 men, but was doing poorly with no weapon. Brady thought how he could help so when he got there he started to hit one of the man with his stick.

The man was very difficult to beat and Brady was crying now, he was scared, his father was yelling for him to run to his mom, but Brady wanted to help, to show his father he would be a good sword fighter like he is. His father spoke about fighting and swords all the time, and Brady listened fascinated by it all, his dream was to be as good as his father one day.

He was losing the fight to the man but he remembered his father telling him that only the bravest would become the best. He looked back to his father, he was fighting 2 men and Brady was trying to fight 1, but there were 4 men before, he looked to the ground to see if his father had defeated one of them but there was no one on the ground, except his mother.

"MOM!" He screamed at the top of his lungs hoping she was only sleeping or pretending, he stopped fighting to check but the man pushed him down, he looked at his mom one last time before he looked up. The man was holding a sword up and trying to stab him but he rolled away, he stood up and tried to run to his mom until he heard his dad screaming his name.

"BRADY!" Brady looked back to see one of the men holding a sword and running towards him, he closed his eyes and waited to be hit, just hoping his parents were okay but instead someone pushed him down. When he opened his eyes he saw his father on the ground in front of him, eyes widened, and shaking. Brady looked around for the men, they were gone. All of them, he was happy that they won the battle, but he was still scared, the way his father looked at him, his eyes, they said so much. Brady walked over towards his father and shook him gently.

"Dad, we won. Everything will be okay now, let's go home."

Silence.

"Daddy? Let's go home. Please?"

Silence.

Brady went behind him to see if he could push him over, to wake him up. He saw the sword, but it wasn't in the man's hand anymore, it was in his father's back. He started crying immediately, there was so much blood coming from his back.

"Brady."

He looked for the source of the sound when he saw his father move a little, joy overcame him but it left as soon as it came because he didn't know what to do, no one was here to help, what can an 8 year old kid do? Brady walked back to face his father; his eyes were open, not all the way but open.

"Dad what do I do, how do I stop your bleeding?"

"You listen son, just listen please." Brady nodded in understanding.

"I love you, and Sarah more than anything, I will always be watching over you. Your mother and me always use to say you would change the world, for the better, I want you to promise me that you will okay?"

"I promise dad."

"Brady, you have two families."

"What?"

"Me and your mom, we found you one day, you were just born, but you were left by the volcano, you were quiet, you weren't moving, we thought you were dead, but when we picked you up you cried. We brought you home but we didn't change your name, the blanket you were wearing had the name Brady written on it. We've had you ever since, you've been our son ever since, and we've been your parents ever since that day. Nothing made me happier than having you as my son."

"You're my family! You and mom! I don't want another family, I want you and mom! That family didn't want me, I don't want them so please, please don't leave me. Please daddy."

"I love you Brady, more than anything."

"I love you too dad, you and mom, you mean the world to me, and nothing makes me happier to know you're my parents." His cries turned to sniffles now as he watched his father take his last breath, he hugged him one last time and kissed him on the forehead.

"Goodbye Daddy."

Brady walked over to his mother and did the same. A hug, and a kiss on the forehead.

"I love you, goodbye Mommy."

Brady walked into the village and asked a man for help, he came with some friends and they buried his parents in the meadow where they got married.

I couldn't cry anymore, I think I ran out of tears, my mom would tell me that I was just being silly but she's not here, she never will be. She will never tell me to do my homework, to stop screaming, stop running through the house, to brush my teeth, to pick out a story for bedtime, she would never tuck me in at night, she would never give me a goodnight kiss, because she's gone.

My dad would never take me on any more adventures, he would never show me how to use a sword, how to fight, how to be a man, he wouldn't tell me anymore stories about how he and mom met, how his dad taught him to fight, he wouldn't tuck me in at night, he wouldn't make his famous spaghetti, he wouldn't tell me he loved me.

They're gone, forever and it's all those guys fault.

Wait.

It's my fault.

I ran away, I wanted to have the adventure, I didn't tell my parents fast enough, I didn't help my mom, I didn't run away when my dad told me to, I was supposed to be dead, not them. Dad pushed me away from the sword, that's why it was in him and not me.

"It's all my fault."

"No Brady it's not." I looked around searching for the voice, but there was no one there.

I got home and sat down at my dining table. We would never eat dinner together again. I couldn't stay here will all these memories, not now at least. I walked through the jungle, I brought my stick, it was important to me, I brought it everywhere.

"Who are you?" I heard the most angelic voice say, was it my mom? I turned only to see a girl my height pointing a sword at me. The sword, it looked like the same sword that killed my parents, the tears started to fall again, my dad would tell me not to cry in front of people, but he's gone.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you, I'm here with my dad searching the island for bad people."

'Why didn't you stop the bad people before they killed my family' I wanted to ask but knew my mother would be mad at me for being impolite because my dad said they would be watching over me.

"I'm Mikayla! What's your name?"

I tried to be polite by telling her my name was Brady but I couldn't speak, I tried again. Nothing, it's like I lost my voice, or maybe it's gone like my parents, forever.

He's Mute if you didn't get it, the tramatic experience caused this, he still blames himself. This story will go through the years of his life, Mikayla's gonna be there every step of the way. You know I love reviews so tell me what you thought of the story :P