First off this was written in responce to LordCanine's challenge. Second, this was rated M for a reason so if you don't like what you read, don't click it, other than that enjoy.

Shadows Son

Chapter 1: It has begun

Timmy sat in the living room of his parents house, grumbling to himself that his parents still insisted he needed a babysitter, even at the age of fifteen. To make matters worse, the hellish babysitter that he had for most of his life, Vicky, was late. Her time of arrival was supposed to be within a few minutes of his arrival from school, yet even now as the clock neared 8pm, she hadn't shown up.

In the mean time, he'd actually managed to work on and finish his homework, even scrounged a meal together for himself. The current way of occupying his time was catching up on the latest episode of one of the TV shows he watched, when he got a chance to, while watching the clock and waiting for the door to be kicked in and his good afternoon ruined.

"Where the hell can she be?" Timmy wondered aloud as he checked the clock for the umpteenth time. "Not that I care."

He continued munching on his bowl of popcorn as the show played on. He figured if she didn't show, it would show his parents her lack of reliability and that he could take care of himself, maybe even lead to her termination as his babysitter. Yeah right, he should be so lucky.

Thirty minutes later, just as Timmy was truly starting to believe she wouldn't show, he heard a noise coming from the from door, halfway between a scraping and a knocking.

Putting down the almost empty bowl, he walked over to the door to investigate. He figured it was probably some other kids, that he didn't know, going around causing trouble while he was stuck at home.

Timmy opened the door and a figure fell across the threshold. Her clothes were torn in several places, not to mentioned covered in dirt and drying blood. The only thing stopping him from wondering who this mess of a girl was, was the fact she had brilliant red hair.

"Vicky!" Timmy yelled in shock at the image of the now 21 year old young woman that was his daily tormentor, reduced to a shaking and crying figure before him.

"Please, help me." She whimpered, so weakly he barely heard it at all and thought it to be his imagination.

Acting quickly, Timmy knelt down and pull an arm over his shoulder. He pushed against the ground, and almost toppled over as he tried to lift the woman that was near one and a half times his weight. Somehow he found the strength he needed to get her up enough to drag her along the floor to the couch.

He moved quickly in his efforts to lift her legs up too, lest she fall back to the floor. As he did so, he noticed her skirt was torn worst than anything else, but it wasn't until she rolled with what little strength she had, that he realized that she had no panties on underneath. And though he tried not to look, knowing she'd rip his head off when she found out he saw her privates, he noticed a small amount of blood dripping from between her legs.

He'd never seen her look so meek before, and at the sight of this extremely strong and dominating woman reduced to a shivering pile before him, he found himself overcome with pity, and rage. "Vicky, what happened to you?"

A violent shiver ran through her as she spoke word he feared to hear. "I was raped."