Thread: Val + Raccoon -Coincidence-

It started off just like any normal night. Really, there was nothing odd about it. He was just going for a walk. Ever since he moved to his new apartment a month or so ago, he enjoyed strolling around the city. He understood that taking walks alone at night wasnt exactly the safest thing to do but then again, he was just a teenager who grew up in a small, safe neighborhood and believed that things such as rape and murder happened- but not to him. Oh, the irony. Daniel was on his way home from his nightly stroll, passing by the usual shops and buildings during his trek. Nothing out of the ordinary. He seemed to be in his own, little world until he felt a soft tug at his jacket. His brown eyes shifted over to the source of the tug, gaze settling on a man that didnt look all to much older than himself but his clothing was ragged and torn. Homeless, Danny assumed. Probably wanted some spare change. Pardon? His voice sounded confused, but still had a certain politeness. Danny was the type of guy that a father would want his daughter to date based solely on his cordial mannerisms. M-my son. Hes hurt. I cant carry him myself, the elder male pleaded. Where is he? A guttural feeling told Danny that he should just call the police to take care of this instead of doing things himself. However, his caring nature pushed away such thoughts. This way, this way, the man ushered, hobbling and even limping as he made his way towards one of the alleyways. Daniel followed warily, a small chill running down his spine as he entered the darkness between the two buildings. He looked around, about to question where the boy was but his voice got caught in his throat when he felt a hand run over his chest. His first instinct was to pull away, but hands much stronger than his own took his wrists and pinned him against the wall of the building. Nng, get off, Danny growled, struggling and pushing against the man but his shouts were stifled by lips pressing against his own. It wasnt long until one of the hands was toying with the belt of his pants and tugging them down. The rest of the event was a blur. He remembered feeling violated. And humiliated. God, what the hell had he done to deserve this? The dull ache in his backside seemed to be the only thing keeping him connected to reality. After the rape, he seemed to be in a trance. Danny could have sworn he heard a gunshot. Thats was when those intrusive hands pulled away from him. It took a moment for him to realize that someone was beside him, talking to him. He turned his head in the officers direction but said nothing. His throat was dry and before he could even respond to the man, the blue-and-red flashing lights blinded him and the man was pulled away, leaving him alone again. It was only then that he managed to speak, Dont take him away, he muttered. He could feel his body shaking as he slowly stood up from his childish position, knees threatening to give way. Danny leaned against the wall for support, a soft whimper escaping his lips as he pulled up and buckled his pants. Humiliated. He felt horrible. Danny felt another set of hands at his arms- this time of a medics. The teen shrugged them off, a small growl rumbling in the back of his throat. Bring him back.