Chris Mitchell gazed down at his handcuffed and bloodied hands.

The two men- two detectives, who sat in front of him had no other option but to restrain the boy during his emotional outburst.

Earlier this morning, Chris Mitchell was escorted from his friend Derek's home at an ungodly hour, only to receive the unbearable news of his parents' untimely deaths.

Too many emotions consumed him.
Grieve, pain, anger, and regret.

Chris couldn't help but wonder if his decision to bail on his parents to meet up with his friends instead had been a mistake. Perhaps, had he joined his parents instead, he could have prevented their tragic fate, he could have been there for them.

"H-how..." Chris cleared his throat and tried to find his voice. "H-how..and who?" He raised his head and looked at the two detectives sitting across from him, in the investigation room.

One of the two detectives cleared his throat. "We,..we don't know yet who--"

"HOW-" Chris snapped, "how did they die?!"

Detective Nolan glanced at his partner and then looked back at the mess of a boy in front of him. "They were...Shot."

That's all he needed to hear, Chris's mind raced back to the footage he saw.

The Tapes.
He knew no good came from those tapes, he loathed himself for picking up that camera.

His parents are dead and it's all his fault.

"Uhh, dude I thought supposed to be on your way to your--"
Chris Mitchell got into the car of his best friend; Derek, after school was over.
"Camping can wait, we have more important things to talk about remember the--"
Derek slammed his head on the wheel and let out a long sigh. "Yes, we get it, AGAIN with the stupid tapes..."
Chris rolled his eyes and threw his backpack in the backseat. "Just fucking go, I'll text the others." He said. As he kept looking around, trying to shake the feeling he has been experiencing recently, the feeling of being.. watched.

Chris Mitchell and his friends gathered at Derek's house after school, inside their friend's bedroom they all sat there eyes on their friend, Chris; who wouldn't stop pacing around the room.

"Guys I think Chris broke down .." said one, Dylan. "Nah, he's just going through a phase," said Derek, laying on his bed and going through his phone.
"Isn't that what your mom said, Brandon? Hahah-" Ethan joked, a book was thrown at him by Brandon. A fight was about to break when the pacing figure paused.

"GUYS, I've been telling you I might be the witness to a murder- murders!? a fucking murder and all you do is make fun of me- I can end up dead!! I know these men are still out there what if-"

Derek sat up and looked at him, "Jeez Chris, chill man, You're not going to die, okay? Also, I think you're overreacting-"

"You haven't even seen the tapes!?-"

"How do you even know they're real?" Asked Ethan. "Yeah, don't you know much fake bullshit is out there? These types of videos get sold on the net all the time, won't be surprised if someone faked some to get a quick buck" Brandon added.

Derek clapped his hands. "See? There you go! If I were you, I'll just drop it really--"

Chris sat down on the edge of the bed and looked down clinching his hands. "But...I feel like there's something out there- I feel like I'm being....being watched." He said.

"Damn, then you should probably drop the whole thing, it's getting into your head already..." said Dylan, in a concerned tone.

Derek placed a hand on Chris's shoulder. "Yeah, I'm sure it's just your head playing tricks on you- hey you don't have to do something about the stupid tapes okay? You left them back at the motel room so they're not your problem any--"

"Uhhh, yeah about that...." Chris looked at Derek then grabbed his school backpack that laid on the floor of Derek's room and took something out......the tapes.

The boys aside for Chris, all looked at each other in confusion and surprise
"Dude?? when did you--"

"Fourth Period..." Chris answered. "I'm failing math anyways- and I still have the Keyes, we got it for the whole weekend remember? I swear that motel is the cheapest-- but anyways I skipped and went back...I just h-had this feeling and-"

"AND you're losing your mind over some tapes, dude what the fuck..." Derek said.
"Unreal" he breathed as he got up and run his hand throw his dark hair.

Derek looked at the others who sat there quietly, unsure of what to say or do.
He decided to put an end to this, he can't sit and watch his friend lose his mind over this.

Chris's eyes jumped between his friends until they landed on Derek speaking up.

"Alright. No okay, you know what? Let's watch the damn tapes." He decided.
Chris's eyes lit up.

Brandon shot him a look, he saw how serious Derek got, "you serious?"
Derek shot him a look back. "Yes. Chris, you gonna play those damn tapes then I never wanna hear anything about them ever again, got it?!" He said pointing a finger at Chris.

Chris nodded with a faint smile and reached back for his backpack looking for something.

"Say...where did you find these tapes again?" asked Brandon.

"Uhhh...huh?" Chris peeked at him and then back inside the backpack. "Oh, 2 weeks ago, during another camping trip with my parents.." he said. "And speaking of- they're so gonna--
Wait shit...um guys..."

Ethan who was checking his phone looked up at him. "What?"
Chris stopped what he was doing and looked at them. "I think I forgot about the camera- the one I found with the tapes at the motel room....." he said
Derek huffed and crossed his arms.
"You gotta be kidding me...how are we gonna watch 'em now?"
"It's a sign- maybe we don't have to watch them??" Said Dylan, looking between them.

"M-maybe we can go get it--" Chris suggested only to be put down by Brandon.
"Nah, no man I'm going back there. And like heck we are wasting the weekend over this!?"

Derek let out a deep sigh and sat down next to Chris. "Listen, man, I believe you, I think we all do," he said looking at the others and then back at Chris "And I don't need to watch them, I already have trust in your feeling okay?.."
Ethan, who sat on the desk's chair nodded in agreement and added by saying, "Yeah, and hey..maybe we should just hand them to the cops...if you really think what's in there is legit" The others nodded.

Chris felt hesitant, but he knew it was the right thing to do. He nodded as well.

"Y-yeah...you guys are right...so, when?" Chris said. Ethan stood up with a cheerful smile. "Definitely not today?!- I mean, did you all forget about Liam's party tonight?! We can't miss that thing!"
Dylan stood up as well. "Shit the party-"
He looked at Derek and Chris. "We need to go to that party man, Sarah's gonna be there."

Chris glanced at the tapes in his hands, 4 small tapes. He looked at the others and then at Derek. "Sure, but...I'm not comfortable leaving these behind...I don't have time to go home and be back to the party...and I don't like the idea of leaving them here..." he said.

Derek rolled his eyes, getting sick of this topic. "Chris you're acting dumb nothing's gonna happen to the stupid tapes"
Chris shook his head. He just has a bad feeling about this.
Brandon's eyes darted between the two when an idea came to him.
"Hey guys, I think I have an idea...."

5 boys and 4 tapes.
A game of luck determined which ones are getting a tape each. Everyone got one except for Derek.

The boys stood outside Derek's house, each one of them holding into one of the tapes.
"I don't get why you just can't leave them here, but fine. Whatever makes you happy Chris." Said Derek.
"Guys, I still don't like this idea-"
"Chris I swear to god if you don't shut up I'm gonna break your jaw." Derek snapped at him, having Chris chuckle.
"Okay, okay...I'm sorry guys I know this is all stupid but I....it's just bothering.." Chris said.
"We already told you, don't worry about it...we got it okay? Now, enough of this and I'll see you all tonight! It's party time baby!!~"
Said Ethan as he got into the car with Dylan.

The five boys parted ways, each going to do their own thing and with the intention of seeing each other tonight at a party. Also, to keep the promise they made to Chris about keeping the tapes safe until they hand them to the police later.

The next morning came, and each one of the boys' realities was about to be turned upside down.

Derek Powell stood outside the room his best friend Chris Mitchell was being held in.

'What a Morning', Derek thought.
He accompanied his friend from his house to the police station, he still can't get a hang of what is happening, yesterday he saw Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell, and the day before that he had dinner with them, now they were dead.

And his best friend have lost his mind and had a full-on mental breakdown in the police station, before being restrained.

The others don't know yet, but it's not a big town, word spreads fast around here. He thought. As he was waiting in the hallway, the door opened and his friend walked out followed by one of the detectives.

"We contacted your aunt, she said she'll be here Monday morning. Do you have a-"
The detective went on to ask Chris if he had anyone Like a relative to stay with instead of being alone at his house and if he needed anything, Chris didn't bother answering.

Chris Mitchell wanted nothing but to walk out of the police station and run. He knew he knows that he is going to be next and he regret the feeling he had for the past weeks, he regret not doing something sooner and getting rid of those tapes.
His life was ruined now, how can he ever get over this, he thought.

As someone started approaching the traumatized teen.

"H-hey Buddy...Chris are you-"
Chris stood close to Derek a looked at him with his now puffy eyes, which resulted from crying. The boy was about to say something when someone approached them.

A tall suited man, he stopped in front of the boys and gave a faint smile.
"You must be Chris, Chris Mitchell? I'm Detective Hayes, Nickolas Hayes, and I-"

"Fucking great another detective!? Just leave me the hell alone!!"
Chris screamed before bolting out of the station, with Derek rushing after him.
"C-Chris wait!-"
"Derek..." Chris barely let out as he stopped and turned to his friend.
Derek shot him a worried look and placed a hand on his shoulder as he paused in front of him. "Y-yeah?"

"Derek...I'm going to die."