Camp Cretaceous: The Young Grady

Prologue

Three years and 3 months before the Events of Camp Cretaceous.

James PoV aged 11.

I knelt motionless, barely breathing as I was looking down at my hands covered in the blood of my parents as their bodies lay in front of me filled with bullet holes. I barely noticed the sound of sirens flooding the area and the feeling of hands on my cold, rain-soaked skin as they lifted me and carried me to the back of a police cruiser as coroners went into the cabin...I used to call home.

I looked out the window of the cruiser back at the cabin when the coroners exited with two stretchers loaded with Black body bags. I look down again at my hands as I begin to shake, tears begin to roll down my cheeks and the shock of losing my only family wracked my mind. I heard the other rear passenger door of the cruiser open and felt the presence of someone next to me.

I didn't even look up as a blanket was put over me and a pair of black gloves wiped the blood of my parents off my hands. The mud splattered across my trousers from running home after hearing the
*BANG, BANG BANG*
of the gun that killed my mother and father.
I didn't even feel the cruiser pull away from the cabin and the forest I called home for my entire life.

The next few weeks were a blur. I couldn't focus, I wouldn't eat and I never slept...I couldn't sleep not here...not in a place so alien to me. I had been sent to a hostel while the authorities attempted to find a living family member otherwise, I'd be sent away.

They had told me that it was a robbery gone wrong, yet nothing had been taken from what they had found. I would not believe it.

I only had my phone and the watch my mother had given me for my eleventh birthday, so I walked to the window of my room, opening it as wide as it would go, which, luckily for me, would allow me out. I stepped out of the window and looked across to the tree opposite...An easy jump.

I launched myself out of the window, caught the closest branch which could hold my weight, and swung down to the street below. I walked as normally as I could, heading in the direction of the forest; it took just over an hour to arrive near the beginning of my life alone. The Police had kept the barriers stopping cars from coming close to it; however, they had found no evidence, so they left all as it was.

I looked all around me, hoping I wasn't followed by the cops or the hostel workers, and from what I could see, I was lucky. Running across the dirt path I reached the door of the cabin and slowly pushed it open as an eerie creak echoed through the small living space inside. I reached for the switch and flicked on the light. I entered and shut the door behind me not bothering to lock it.

I walked through the living room to the hearth at the far wall where the last picture of my family sat in its frame. I looked at it and traced the images of my mother and father. Oliver and Maria Grady.

My father, Oliver, a former US Marine turned Park Ranger, was a well-built man and had Reddish brown hair and green eyes. Despite looking like he would crush someone's head like an apple for looking sideways at them, he was a gentle giant. As far as I was aware, I had an Uncle on his side, but we had not heard from him in years. 

My Mother, Maria, was English by birth, and I had picked up her accent as I had spent more time around her than my father. She had black hair and blue eyes and was the kindest soul I had ever known...and probably would be the last one I ever would know. She used to work for a massive company called InGen, the same company which had brought Dinosaurs back from Extinction. She had worked in the Genetics lab and would always show me pictures of the baby dinosaurs.

I picked up the picture, and as I brought it closer to me, the door of the Cabin opened up, revealing a man who looked strangely like my father.

"Uncle Owen?"

"Hey kid"

Despite not seeing Owen for years I still ran up to him and hugged him for all I was worth, the only member of my family still alive....the only one I had left. He put his arms around me, filling me with a familiar sense of security and I could hear the strain in his voice as he was in the last place his brother drew breath.

He led me to the couch, lowered me down, and sat next to me, taking a deep breath.

"I know I haven't been there for you..at all these last years James but I talked to my bosses and you can come and live with me"

I looked up at him, and for the first time in at least three weeks, I felt happy, but that soon subsided. I had no idea what Uncle Owen even did as his work.

"Where is it we will be going?"

He took a breath and looked towards me placing an arm over my shoulder. I met his gaze and he smiled slightly.

"Isla Nublar to Jurassic World."

I felt my eyes widen to the size of dinner plates as I just stared at my Uncle. I would be moving on with my Uncle to the one place my mother loved more than our Cabin.

Uncle Owen and I were the only people who went to the funeral of my parents. All my father's old marine friends were on deployment, and all my mother's family were still in England and couldn't make it over to the States. I let the tears roll freely down my cheeks for yet another time as I watched the coffins get lowered into graves which lay side by side.

Owen, despite trying to show little emotion, also cuffed away tears as his only Brother disappeared from view. I felt the rough hand of Owen on my shoulder.

"It's time to go, James."

I didn't speak but didn't fight him leading me to the rented truck parked up loaded with the small amount of stuff I wanted to bring, which barely even filled half of the truck bed; Owen guided me to the passenger seat before he jumped in and began to drive us to the airport.

I looked out the window of the truck as we drove down the final streets of the town around me...for most likely the final time.

~A/N: Hey everyone I hope you will enjoy this story when I fully get around to writing it. While Heir of Hammerhel is my first project, I'm annoyingly experiencing Writer's block, so while I work on getting through it. I decided to see if I could at least come up with a prologue to 'The Young Grady'....will workshop the name later.

I reiterate that this is a Brooklynn x OC fanfiction and I am sure many agree
...Kenji and Brooklynn just don't make sense.

I know it's a short Chapter but I will cover what happens to James in the three years between Now and Camp Cretaceous in flashbacks.