So, this is my first Loud House fic, and wouldn't you know it, it's a Sin Kid fic.

I'm writing this as a way to express my feelings on the concept of the basic Sin Kid formula.

Shouts out to AbberantScript, BizarreJoe and Flaag1991 for helping me out with this. Huge thanks to BizarreJoe for contributing and helping to write this chapter

If you want to, I can save you

I can take you away from here

So lonely inside, so busy out there

And all you wanted was somebody who cares-All You Wanted, Michelle Branch

"... And that is how after being informed by seventeen year old Lyra Loud, the incestuous sex cult formed by her father, Lincoln Loud and several of her own aunts, was taken down and disbanded by a group of swat squads. Lincoln's ten kids were taken in by Child Protective Services, and while their parents will most likely be behind bars for the rest of their natural lives, one can only wonder, what will happen to these kids?

This has been Lidsay Neagle reporting from Royal Woods."

Mark Richardson, psychologist and current representative of Child Protective Services, looked down at the giant case file that was on his mentor's desk. "Now this is a mess if I ever saw one, don't you think?" said Mark's mentor Louis, former representative and one of most well known psychologists and psychiatrists in the state of Michigan.

"It's horrible, Sir." Mark replied grimly

"The Loud Family case," Louis stated. "Everyone's talking about it."

Mark had heard about this story on the news about two days ago, and could recall it clearly in his mind.

"Do you know how old the oldest one of those kids is Mark?" Louis spoke, snapping Mark back to reality.

"No sir, the news didn't mention it," Mark answered almost instantly.

"That's because the guys downtown haven't disclosed that information to the media yet," Louis looked down at his coffee as he spoke. "She is twenty one; for twenty-one years we had a sex cult under our noses."

"That's… Wow." Mark was stunned, proving that whomever said that words can't hit you was a despicable liar.

"And those kids were trapped in the middle of it," Louis started up again. "We don't know yet how much involvement their mothers had in their abuse, but if there is something certain, those kids were the victims of some horrible things. The early medical exams confirms as much."

Mark knew that the answer to this next question would probably make him regret ever asking it, but he did so anyways. "What exactly did the exams confirm?"

"Of these ten kids, the eldest is twenty-one, the youngest one is a year old. Only the one-year-old hasn't been a victim of penetrative sex."

As he suspected, this made Mark's stomach turn after hearing the answer. The one coffee he had before coming to Louis' office made its way up his esophagus, but somehow, he kept it from spewing all over his boss' desk.

"Mark, I want you to study and treat these kids as best as you possibly can, as if your life depended on it," ordered Louis, pushing the huge stack of case files to Mark. "In a certain way, It does."

"How so, sir?"

"We had an incestuous, child-molesting sex cult under our noses for two decades, and it could probably have gone on a third one if one of their kids didn't grow a spine and called us. Not only the mayor is going to blame us if you fuck it up, the media will also have our heads on a silver platter!" Louis bellowed.

Mark didn't have the stones to tell his mentor that his priorities were out of order. He looked at the stack of files in front of him. He was counting twenty of them, ten for the parents, ten for the kids. Inside them, all the information he would ever need about them (that didn't come out of their mouths of course). Picking them up, he asked Louis cautiously, "When… When can I start?"

"They're being prepared at the moment, getting used to not being inside the hellhole they called home. Tomorrow, you will be doing interviews with them. What you do then is up to you entirely, but these kids need your help more than anything right now. They need to know that they can trust us, and that the world is not as sick as they think." Louis then took a sip of his coffee.

Feeling Louis' resolve in his words, Mark nodded and said, "You can leave them to me, sir."

Louis smiled "Well, that's the spirit!" the mentor said, standing up to let the psychologist out of his office. "Study those files. We can't afford to fail in this case!"

"Will do, sir. Will do."

Mark left the room with the ludicrous amount of files under his arm, and wondered why the hell was he picked for this assignment. He had only been with the CPS for a year, and in that time he had only taken on a case of physical abuse, one of grooming and one of light molestation. This case was another thing entirely. Ten kids, being abused, indoctrinated and raped over the course of twenty years. All the variables, all the problems. This was a huge undertaking. And for a second, he considered dropping this case and giving it to someone else.

When he was about to leave through the door of the precinct, one of the files dropped to the ground. Mark grumbled and squatted to pick it up; on the cover, he saw the picture of a little blond girl with red cap on top of her head and a smile that didn't give up. A bit to the side, her name and age were written on the profile. Lizzy Loud, 4 years old.

"Only the one-year-old hasn't been a victim of penetrative sex," Louis' words echoed in his mind.

Mark swallowed hard. As he put the case file back where it belonged, his mind went back to the orphanage where he grew up. Mark remembered being four years old, and waiting for a family to arrive and take him home. That day never came. And he grew up wishing for a family, until he made one himself as an adult.

This kid had her parents, she had a family, and they chose to do horrible things to her, and her siblings, probably traumatizing them for life.

This picture, the picture of a smiling, hopeful girl, was all that was needed to test his mettle. To remind him why he joined CPS, with his doctorate. He could have made millions by moving to LA and bullshitting 'stars' easily, making them feel important and special dealing with their 'difficult' lives of fame and fortune. Instead, he chose to join a place, here in Michigan, where he could help the ones in need. The real victims.

So he could prevent things like this from ever happening again.

Mark started walking quickly with a strong resolve. He was going to interview these kids and he was going to help them heal. The police had done their job by making sure that the scumbags that hurt them rotted in the deepest of hells. It was time for him to do his part.

He kept a firm hand on the files, and prepared himself for what was probably going to be the biggest case of his life, and the most important moment of theirs.

Yeah, I know. No Sin Kids in this chapter. But I wanted to make the therapist as much of a character as the kids he'll be listening to. I promise the next chapter will have them.