I don't own TMNT or any of the characters. Anya is mine.

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Past:

Anya Darsant ran as fast as she could, her breath burning in her throat. She was so scared and confused. What the hell had just happened? One moment she had-

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Present:

A loud clang of one of the other cell doors banging shut jerked her awake. She was on her feet before she even realised it. Eyes wide, she looked around for a moment confused as to where she was. She sighed a little, leaning back against the wall, closing her eyes and listening in on the conversation in the other cell.

"I told you to run!" The first voice snapped.

"Where the hell was I meant to run to? We were surrounded!" The second, heavily accented, voice said. The first sighed loudly, but said nothing.

"O' course they took us, they outnumbered us more than fifteen to one. Buncha chickenshits, can't go into a fight without bringing a load of their buddies with 'em," the second voice said. Anya moved up to the door of my cell.

"And you talk to much," she said loud enough that they; whoever they were, could hear her. There was a quiet chuckle, she assumed from the first one that had spoken.

"Hey, don't need your comments," the seconds voice snapped irritably from his cell.

"No, you're probably right, but if they hear you talking they tend to get bitchy," she said. There was silence from the first cell for a long moment.

"Welcome to the hotel of...whoever it is that has us in here," she continued.

"Purple Dragons," supplied the first helpfully.

"Purple Dragons?" she snorted a laugh.

"What's so funny?" Second asked.

"Nothing, just...nevermind..." she muttered. She stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about something.

"Hey your voices sounds kinda familiar, do I know you guys?" She asked.

"I doubt it. What's your name?" the first asked.

"Anya. Anya Darsant," she replied quickly. In their cell Leonardo and Raphael looked at each other, Raphael shrugged, he didn't recognise the name.

"We don't recognise the name, I'm sorry," Leonardo said.

"And what are your names?" She asked them.

"Hey, didn't ya say that they don't like it when we talk in here?" Raphael snapped. They could hear a heavy sigh.

"Yeah...well they're gonna torture us anyway, so who the hell cares?" She snapped back at him, trying to hide her fear at the thought of being tortured under false bravado. In their cell Leonardo gave Raphael a look.

"I apologise for my brother, he's a little angry right now. I am Leonardo and my brothers name is Raphael," he said. There was a long silence and then the voice came back to them.

"The mutant turtles Leonardo and Raphael?" She asked. Leonardo blinked, glanced at Raphael.

"Yes," he answered honestly. He figured she'd find out what they were anyway sooner or later...unless they got out of here soon. She gave a weird sounding laugh.

"That's...that's just great," she said.

"Yeah, we get it already, we're freaks of nature," Raphael said.

"That isn't it, it's just..." she trailed off.

"Just what?" Leonardo asked.

"Nevermind, it's a long, strange story and I'm not sure even I believe it," she said and fell into a silence.

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Past:

"Dammit," she muttered, she slowed for just a moment to catch her breath back. How do you go from sleeping in your own bed, in July, in another country to waking up next to a dumpster in the middle of New York city in the middle of winter.

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Present:

The cell door banged open and two of the Purple Dragons stood in the doorway. Anya looked up at them.

"Your turn, bitch," one of them said. She smirked, again trying to hide her fear.

"What's wrong all your other victims died?" She asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, and you're next. Now lets go, freak," he said. Inwardly she gulped, but hoped she didn't show it on the outside.

"Great, let's go get this party started," she said. She was led past the turtles cell, she saw Raphael glaring out at the Purple Dragons. She looked in his direction and he gave her a weird look in return. They brought her up a couple of floors in an elevator, one standing on either side of her. Down the corridor from the elevator there was a large room, various instruments and what she assumed for tools for torture hung on the walls and shelves. The room had a long flat metal table, metal chairs, a chair that looked like it belonged in a dentists surgery, all had straps and all of them Anya was sure she didn't want to be strapped to. The two guards hauled her over to a long metal pole that came out of the ceiling and was embedded in the floor. they handcuffed her wrists to a chain that hung from the top of the pole. Anya remained silent, from her time in the cells she had learnt well that if you fought them it just made things worse. She stared straight ahead until they pulled a heavy blindfold over her eyes. There were shuffling noises and then something hit her so hard in the stomach that the breath whooshed right out of her, it took a few moments for the pain to register and by then she was hit again. The two Purple Dragons had taken up positions on either side of her, one held a metal baseball bat, the other a whip. They took it in turns to hit her. Anya could do nothing but gasp for air, wanting to scream but being unable to do so. After what seemed like hours she could feel the whip tearing through the cloth of the thing shirt she wore, warmth ran down her waist and legs and she knew it was her own blood.

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Below the city of New York two other turtles finally made it home. Splinter sat drinking a cup of tea, seeing Donatello and Michelangelo enter the lair alone he came to his feet.

"My sons, where are your brothers?" He asked at once. Donnie stepped forward.

"They were captured, we were ambushed by the Purple Dragons," he told his father. Splinter sighed heavily.

"It would seem we have much planning to do. We must contact Miss O' Neil and Mr. Jones, I believe that we will need they're help," he said.