A/N: Okay so this is fore warning, it is gonna get pretty serious from here on. I might throw in humor when necessary but this is a drama so there will be drama. Some graphic scenes, blood, language, yadda yadda yadda. Enjoy

Riding Blind Lambs

Chapter 3: Heavy Introduction

He woke up in a daze...and in the back seat of a car, with blood on his shirt and dried blood on his face. He sat up and was surprised to find his babysitter driving very fast down a back road. He was seeing plenty of trees around and not much else through the car window so he knew he was in the countryside.

"Vicky?" He asked as he leaned forward making sure he was seeing right.

"Why are we in the car? How did I get here?" She stomped on the brakes. He flew to the front hitting the front dashboard. Now that he was in the front he decided to sit shotgun. She looked at him. When she turned to her right, he saw a bloody mess in its literal meaning. She was covered in blood and bruises, looking very disheveled.

"Look, Timmy, We can either play 20 questions or you can help me so we avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble." She opened the door after giving him a dead serious look, and got out of the car. Timmy didn't understand why.

He followed. "What trouble? What happened?"

"We don't have time for this, Twerp" Vicky said quickly with annoyance. Walking towards the back of the car.

"I'm just confused. Last thing I saw was you and Ricky and -wait wheres Ricky?" Vicky put her hands on the trunk and sighed.

"I really screwed the pooch, Timmy. I really really screwed the pooch." She opened the trunk of the car. Timmy was just confused at first but now he was scared. Not like scary movie scared and not even like 'Ricky's gonna hit me' scared. He was scared for his life. He just stood there frozen. He knew he was dead. He wanted to cry but he didn't. He wasn't ready to die...

"..."

"I know"

"..."

"I know"

"..."

"I get it OKAY!?"

Timmy swallowed a tomato sized lump in his throat. "I'm gonna die now, aren't I?" he said growing numb and getting very shaky.

"I'm gonna be next. I witnessed the crime, I'm a liability...I'm...I'm gonna die right now." Vicky watched as the 14 year old fell apart. Mentally breaking down and though she didn't have time for this and she was really stressed, she felt a tiny tiny pang of guilt for him for a split second. He was freaking out right now. He was falling apart and she needed to calm him right then or things were going to get way worse. She put her hand on his shoulder.

"Listen to me, Twerp, I'm not gonna kill you. You're perfectly fine. But we're both in trouble unless we make this sorry sap disappear. Here. Dig." She threw a shovel to him.

He just stood there and stared at the shovel on the ground. This poor kid just wanted to be sitting at home watching TV. He was sitting at home sick just a couple of hours ago. Now he was being the accessory to a murder. He wanted to argue but was too scared of what she might do if he did. This was too real, this was something he thought would never happen to him as a kid and now that it was happening he sorta just stood half shell shocked. Feeling only fear and anxiety. Looking back at Vicky, she had already started digging. He took a couple of deep breaths and picked up the shovel. He could be thrown through loops later, right now he had to hide...the body...

He started digging.

After several minutes of excruciating silence, Timmy spoke up. "Why?"

"Why what?" Vicky responded

"Don't act, Vicky" Timmy responded. "If we are gonna be in this together like you say, then you have to tell me why you didn't just kick him out of the house. Why did you murder Ricky?" Vicky jumped on him covering his mouth with her hand.

"You keep yelling things like that and you'll be meeting with him pretty soon!" she spoke in an angry whisper. Her face having fear and paranoia all over it. "Look, I know you want answers and I will tell you but right now we have to finish this." She let his mouth go and picked herself up off the ground.

He waited a couple of seconds before getting up and grabbing a shovel. Of all the things for Vicky to do, he didn't think she'd actually commit murder. Sure, she'd threat someone or embarrass someone, but murder? What if her making him help her was to have prints on the shovel? What if she was going to frame this on him? If she can commit murder, whats to stop her from framing an innocent 14 year old? Every time he decided to have a thought, his brain would turn it into some terrible outcome that had to do with this situation and him behind bars.

After they were done digging, well burying, Timmy sat down and stared blankly. Thoughts were kind of inconceivable at the moment, well, good ones at least. He had just done what he knew was impossible. His mother liked to watch nothing but criminal investigation shows. Trying to get away with murder is harder than herding a pack of tsunami. Vicky hadn't committed any crimes as heinous as this, so how they were going to pull this off was beyond him.

Wait..

What was he thinking?! Trying to get away with murder? He didn't even do it! He was dragged into this while he was unconscious! Maybe he can make a break for it. They cant be that far from the city...maybe he'll run into a nice country home with nice understanding people and they'll help him stay away from the murderous red-head. Timmy's eyes went from being solid as stone, to darting around faster than a terrified fly. And he was exactly like a terrified fly. Small and defenseless, but fast. He was looking for a quick escape. Vicky saw that. She knew she had to calm him down or this situation would get much worst than it's already gotten. Getting angry would only scare him more. She had to take a more subtle...nicer approach.

"Timmy, calm down. A lot has happened. I promise I'm not going to hurt you" She held her hands up defensively but a little outwards so as to say 'We don't need to make any rash decisions'. Vicky was holding her breath waiting for a response, hoping that he wouldn't run, she did not need more complications in this mess. She saw him searching through her words. Replaying what she just said so he could come up with a reply. Timmy looked at her for a solid 20 seconds before looking down and back up at her very cautiously.

"What makes you think I should believe you? There's evidence that you'll do the opposite of that, literally right in front of us" Timmy shot back with a little venom tipped in the last part. Hey, if he was gonna die, he was at least gonna tell her how he really felt. Vicky's threw her hands in the air and let them fall with annoyance.

"Oh my god will you quit saying that?!"

"WHY?! I DIDNT DO ANYTHING! YOU BROUGHT ME INTO THIS! I HAVE MORE THAN ENOUGH RIGHT TO BE FURIOUS" He was, and rightfully so. His life was ready to fall apart, like a puzzle that had been stood upright without the structural assistance of glue. He was about to lose everything; might as well lose his temper. Vicky let out a humorless chuckle. Timmy was furious now. The person who is taking away everything is laughing in his face about it. But before he could let any words escape his mouth he heard a calm humored voice.

"Is that how you remember it?" said the red head, looking up with a defeated amusement. Timmy looked at her with an annoyed curiosity. "What is she talking about"

"What? when you hit Ricky I passed out, Next thing I knew I was in your car." Timmy said with annoyance. What? Was she playing games with him now? His words seemed to shock her...

"Timmy, I think you need to sit down and think really hard for a second. Is that really all you remember?" Vicky questioned dead seriously. Timmy assumed it was her interrogating him so she could feel safe about him not blabbing to the police. That was all he remembered, so he answered honestly. "Yes" Timmy replied firmly, hoping that it would get him out of this mess so he could go home and forget about this day. Vicky put both of her hands on her face. She then looked up at Timmy with a face he had never seen before; well, on her, at least. A face of trauma and regret. A face quite close to the one he was making, aside from the fear Timmy had.

She spoke softly. "Timmy I think you should sit down. We need to talk." Timmy was caught off guard by her tone and sudden show of facial expression. The only emotion he had seen her give was tired and angry. Being caught off guard by her sudden emotion did make him want to hear what she was going to tell him, but he wasn't going to be fooled. He would keep his guard up and if she pounced, he had a shovel right next to him. He'd hit her hard enough to slow her down, and book it to the closest sign of humanity. He sat down. Vicky took in a deep breath, exhaled and recounted that nights events.

[Flashback]

2 hours ago...

Timmy watched Vicky rear back and hit Ricky dead in the nose with enough force to send him flying back, hitting the 14 year old. Timmy was clearly unconscious. Ricky first had a look of shock but it was quickly erased by anger. He picked himself up from the ground and run towards her. He went to hit her with a right hook but she ducked and kneed him in the stomach, then punched him in the stomach and pushed him back. He was slowed down by her attacks but not by much. He came back at her with a devastating kick to the lower stomach that not only made her fly backwards, but nearly vomit when she hit the wall.

He went to go at her with another kick while she was down but she grabbed a nearby vase and threw it at him. It didn't break, but it gave her enough time to compose herself. Ricky tried to pick up the vase and use it as a weapon but was quickly met with a devastating kick to the face. He caught himself before falling. He looked at her with a devious bloody smile. He was having too much fun with this. She went to punch him square in the jaw but he slapped it away and met his fist with her face. She didn't recoil because he wouldn't let her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her forward into a head but that essentially knocked her out cold. He dragged her into the kitchen and began looking for anything sharp, but he didn't know that Timmy hid every sharp and dangerously blunt object in the house.

Timmy awoke to the sound of clanging and knocks. He picked himself up very dizzy and began looking for the source of the noise, taking in the damage done to the living room. He heard that the noises were coming from the kitchen so he peeked in. He saw Ricky looking through every drawer and cabinet, Timmy knew perfectly well his intentions. Knowing this, he ran for his room where he hid everything. Opening his closet and picking up a steak knife, he walked back downstairs and peeked back into the kitchen. Ricky had given up all hope of finding a weapon so he began kicking and stomping her. Timmy was scared. He knew if he didn't do something right then, Vicky was going to die. So he acted…

Running up to Ricky, he began stabbing him back to back to back. Ricky convulsed in pain, laying on the ground. Timmy was afraid to stop because he knew Ricky would kill Timmy now if he had the chance. So, he kept stabbing until Ricky stopped moving. Timmy felt safe after about 30 times. He felt adrenaline still pumping through his veins. He dragged Vicky to the living room and lied her on the couch. Timmy had just woken up and stabbed a man to death in less than 7 minutes. He was in shock for what he just did. Adrenalin running low, he began to feel very dizzy and his body finally gave out on his way to get his phone to call 911.

Vicky woke up with a very, very soar stomach, and face. She groaned in pain when the light hit her eyes. Her head was in a very wicked pain. She got off the couch and saw a blood covered Timmy. Her heart fell through the floor. If Ricky killed Timmy she was next, and poor Timmy… She began to cry but stopped herself. She needed to defend herself or she was going to die too. She saw a blooded knife laying next to him and she picked it up. She walked slowly into the kitchen, very afraid of what might happen next. She rested her hand on the door, took a deep breath, and opened it very quickly. She was a little more than relieved to see a mutilated Ricky on the floor.

Then realizing the scene in front of him, she turned around and looked at the young Turner. With surprise etched all over her face, she realized the twerp just saved her life. Ricky was going to kill her...or worse...but Timmy saved her. She had to make sure Timmy was okay, she had to repay him that much. But she had to clean this mess up. She picked up Timmy and ran him into her car. She then Pulled the car around the back of the house and wrapped the trunk of the car in garbage bags. She dragged Ricky out and threw him into said trunk. She closed the trunk, buckled Timmy in, and sped off.

[ End Flashback]

"And that's when you woke up, I stopped here, and here we are." Vicky said with a sigh. She was exhausted.

Timmy's eyes widened with each word that the red-head said. He did do it….he….he killed Ricky. Timmy began to hyperventilate, tears welling up in his eyes. He can't believe he did that. With every word she said, the memory of him doing so came back and crushed his 14 year old heart. He was horrified. Timmy just fell to the ground and cried hyperventilated sobs. Vicky looked up and saw him.

Vicky saw him lay there and cry. In all honesty, it tore at her heart. She was so sorry for him. She could understand his cries. She could understand why he felt that way. The poor kid just committed murder to save her. She had never killed anyone in her life. The most she would do is blackmail someone, but that about it. Vicky crouched over to him and pulled him into a hug. That seemed to have calmed his breathing. She pulled away and looked him in the eye.

"Look, Timmy, I know you are processing a lot of feelings right now but we need to get this done. Then we need to get home and clean up the mess there." Vicky said with sympathy. Timmy shook his head.

"Okay, get some leaves and underbrush. We need to cover this up" She said walking to pick up the said items. Timmy sat there for a minute and then got up and slowly did what she told.

After covering the man made grave. And burning the garbage bags 10 miles away, they headed back to the house. They drove casually so not to attract attention. A very silent drive. Timmy just stared forward with no expression, breath very, very calm. Vicky stole glances at him, wondering what was going through his brain. She couldn't imagine what was going on in his brain. The kid that had never hurt anyone, a murderer? No. He saved her. He was a hero if nothing else. She began to think out what her next move was gonna be. Timmy just started a game of chess against the 'Dimmsdale City Police', and the only advantage they had were some of Vicky's expertise, and the time it took to for the police to realize Ricky was gone.

She pulled into the yard and drove around back, so as not to be seen with bloody clothes on by the neighbors. She told Timmy to go get changed and that she would be going back to her house to pack herself some essentials and clothes, she told Timmy to do the same.

Timmy sure as hell didn't trust her. Why should he? She didn't murder him but what was to stop her from turning him into the police? He just sat on the couch and thought long and hard about today events and how quickly everything just went from 0 to homicide. He knew that even if they did believe it was self defense, he would definitely get jail time for the horror of the scene. Timmy began to feel guilt setting in. Yes, Ricky was a convict, thief, liar, and all in all a terrible human being but he was still a human being. That's what ate at Timmy the most. He killed a human being. He, Timmy Turner, took a life….