Incaptive [AU]

Prologue

           The saying, "there's a first time for everything", is a prominent example of life. You could have it one minute, and have it snatched away the next. Most sane people don't have sympathy for killers, not even if their parents were killed. No one ever made excuses for Stephen Curry, even knowing his past.

   He watched not only his mother, but his father as well, take their last breaths, only at the age of 10. 

 Flashback

    "And that's the story of the three little pigs", Sonya, Stephen's mother read to him, like she had done every night for as long as he could remember. He was always a mama's boy, not matter the age. "Can you pleaseeee read me another one", the ten year old asked, with bright green, pleading eyes. "Honey, you know I'd read to you all night if I could, but mommy has to work early in the morning", she confessed, causing Stephen to form a faint frown. "I'm sorry, I'll read you two books tomorrow night, I promise", she said while leaning over, planting a kiss on his forehead. He nodded his head in response, sinking under the covers, as his mother exited the room, flicking the light off behind her.

     "BANG", the sound rang through the now dark room. Stephen quickly jolted up, looking around. Then he heard the screams of a very familiar voice, the person that just read him a bed time story ,not even an hour before. He was too frightened to get up and see what was occurring, but too brave to give into the fear. He quietly slipped out of his room, careful not to let his feet make creaking sounds underneath him. He cautiously slipped out of the door, looking down the hall towards his parents room. That's when he seen it. His mother was on the floor, surrounded in a pool of her own blood, whimpering. She was still breathing, but couldn't move. 

     She slighted her head to the side, seeing her only child not even 20 feet away. She could barely speak, coughing up ounces of blood at a time. She managed to yell, "STEPH, BABY, RUN PLEASE, GO", She croaked, eyes full of tears. Stephen was the type of kid to be the bravest he could, he wanted to listen to his dying mother, but was too into shock. That is until another loud sound erupted from in front of him, this time knowing where it came from.

    He watched as a masked man, about 6 feet tall, pulled a gun from his waist, empty a single round, into his mothers forehead. Her body went limp, and her breaths stopped. "This had to be a bad dream", he thought, not wanting to believe what was happening in front of him. He stood still in a state of shock, not even flinching. The unknown 6 foot man then noticed his presence, charging towards the young boy. His life flashed before his eyes, time replaying of his mother and father with him, and thinking about how it would feel, if it was all taken away from him. 

     His father emerged out of the room he shared with his wife, covered in blood as well, still walking, straight into the man with the gun. He collapsed over onto the figure, trying to protect his son. Stephen began crying, realizing this was reality and he couldn't fix it. He watched as three more bangs emerged from in front of him, seeing his father fall off of the man, bleeding out, from the three bullet wounds in his chest. He wanted to believe he was still alive, but he knew he was gone from him forever. 

    The young boy ran. Ran as fast as his little legs could carry him, out of his first floor window, into the neighbors backyard. From there, he watched the masked man run and jump into a black escalade, speeding away. He ran towards the front door of his neighbor's house, banging on the front door frantically. A few moments passed by, when the 60 year old women opened the door. "Stephen, why are you here. It's after 2 am. What's the matter. Are you okay", she showered him with questions. All he could do was cry more, reliving what just happened. "My mom and dad..they..th..they..they are dead", he cried out, barely forming a sentence. 

      "Oh my lord, hurry up, come in, I will dial 911", she rushed, ushering him inside. "You're safe here", she reassured. 

   Flashback END

           People knew his parent were taken away from him at a young age. In a small town like Charlotte, news travels quickly. What people didn't know, was that he wasn't the one who killed them. Of course, when a jury convicts a person of two counts of first degree murder, to the public eye, that had to be what happened. When the police arrived to that house in 1998, it would have been the first time anyone would arrest a ten year old boy for the murder of his own parents. They took Stephen to the station, questioning him about the events that happened hours before. When he told them about the masked man, and how he stood there watching, they wondered how he had blood all over himself if he never touched his parents. 

    The state of North Carolina put the puzzle pieces together, making up their own version of what happened. Who would believe a 10 year old? Especially if he was insane.

   Stephen's parents were filthy rich. Im talking the Bernstein family of law, rich. His father, Dell Curry, was a representative for the state of North Carolina. His mother was a corporate lawyer. 

     Politics was a dangerous game of chess, and Dell was just a pawn. He was ready to be the deciding factor on the democratic side of raising taxes for the wealthy, and lowering them for the poor. If he voted yes, congress would pass the bill. Every rich, important, white man wanted him dead. They knew he would vote yes, he was a democratic. The only way from keeping the bill from passing was killing him. They couldn't kill him without killing his wife, especially seeing she was a top lawyer in the U.S. The government forgot one important person while planning their attempt at homicide; their targets 10 year old son.

    Instead of just letting the police chase a dead end within the masked man, they found an even more effective way of settling the situation. They simply paid off some people that were just as high in power as they were, to declare Stephen as insane, locking him away in an insane asylum for the murder of both of his parents. Little did they know, they were creating a monster.

   AN: i felt so bad about the teacher AU and decided to start a new AU i was going to be serious about. I've had this idea since about august, and i just started brainstorming for it and got MILLIONS of ideas. I have big plans for this story and i hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as enjoy writing it. -Aubrey