Hi everyone! The Silvernote here with my first TMNT fanfic! This is set in the 2014 movie-verse, that's because it's the one I'm most familiar with. ^^
This is rated T because of child abuse mentions, swearing, potential mentions of drug use and sexual references. THERE WILL BE NO SMUT! This is a family orientated fic okay? Don't like? Don't read. I don't want any flamers, you will have those flames thrown right back at you!
And I dunno how much things cost in America, so if the amount of stuff she gets for her money is unrealistic, just ignore it and I'm sorry.
Soooo, DISCLAIMER! I don't own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles -_- just this idea and Evelyn. :)
Chapter 1:
Slumping against the charcoal-coloured wall, I tried in vain to bandage my recently scathed arm. Courtesy of my 'father'. The skin on my arm was raw and pink from the newly reopened scars, as opposed to my normal milky-white. Pushing my greasy black hair from my face I grimaced as loud footsteps could be heard, along with the tip-tapping of dainty high-heels.
A light flirtatious giggle. I scrambled to my feet, quickly pushing down my sleeve to hide the scars from 'Father's' new hooker.
The lady with him wasn't a knockout, but was pretty. With large brandy-coloured eyes framed thickly by false lashes, and platinum blonde hair with brown roots showing through. Her brightly painted lips were formed into a seductive smile as she gazed at the muscler man beside her. Slim varnished fingers danced their way around his waist, and the other hand went to slide up his alcohol stained shirt. I turned away not wanting to watch what would no doubt end in them 'getting it on' infront of me. "Evelyn." His deep voice ran through my body like a spoon of poisoned honey. "Come meet Miss Savannah." It was a order, not a request. His midnight blue eyes roamed her lithe, curvy frame with blatant lust, my stomach turned. 'Miss Savannah' held out a dainty hand. I took it within my own grubby one. Her face leered at my broken and chewed fingernails with obvious disgust.
"A pleasure to meet you." The word 'pleasure' was practically spat from her plump silent, I looked to my father. His eyes were fixated on only her, he waved a hand in my direction.
"Go, let me and this hot babe get, acquainted." She leaned into his body, practically jumping on him.
Quickly, I made my way to my small, plain room. The only place in the house not completely tainted by the smell of cigarettes and liquor.
A worn, single mattress lay in the far corner, it's once white sheets, turned grey and stained copper in patches from my own blood. A cracked full-length mirror sat, showing my skinny, reflection. Once vibrant green eyes were empty, cheeks no-longer held a rosy glow. An old burn scar marred my left cheek and neck. My short hair, the only thing that matched my 'father's', was as black as his heart, and hung choppily around my heart-shaped face.
Hearing pleased grunts and shrieking cries from below, I made my decision, one I'd been pondering for some time now. I was leaving. Tonight.
0o0
After gathering my warmest clothes and what few personal belongings I have left. I made my way to the kitchen, silently taking supplies such as, bread, dried fruit and cans of non-perishables. I then snuck passed my 'father's' slumbering form and his snoring whore of a girlfriend, to find his wallet, bursting with the cash he earned as a NYPD officer. $200, that should at least get me started, though it may not last that long. With that I simply walked out the door, careful not to slam it behind me, before walking out into the snowy winter's night. The crunch of feet on freshly fallen snow echoed down the empty streets as the sounds of new life and new hope.
0o0
3 days. $150 left. With the money I bought myself a new waterproof jacket and my first sweet. Maybe not the smartest thing to do, but it was a quarter. It was worth it. In the three days since I'd left, I'd traveled to the other side of Manhattan. Wanting to get away from my 'father' and those under his influence
The neighbourhood I'm currently in wasn't the friendliest, I want to get out of here asap. I turned down an alleyway, hoping to find somewhere I can sleep under. My first mistake. Three men stared my way, giving me a look that made my blood a glasier within my veins, turning the rest of my body numb with. It was a look of drunken lust.
One of the men took a step towards me, instinctively I took a step back. He wore a black leather jacket with a gang patch on the right shoulder. His bald head was covered by a red bandana, his dark eyes roamed my malnourished body. A knife was strapped to his belt, the streetlights hit it in a way that made it seem even more sinister. I could smell the cigarettes and booze on him from here.
"P-please I jus-st want to p-pass th-through." As always my voice came out as a stutter.
"Oh don't be like that. I just want to play a little game with you. Besides, your father paid me good money to take you to him" His grin grew, showing blackened and missing teeth. "Though he never said in what condition." His lackeys blocked the ends of the was only one other exit. The sewer, I didn't like my chances, but it was better than none. I made a break for it, feet flying ahead of me. Tears burned down my hollow cheeks. He lunged, his jagged knife pierced my skin blood trickled from my elbow, but I didn't stop. I ducking under his arms I pulled up the lid and jumped, praying I wouldn't find myself covered in human waste. My feet hit solid ground. I stumbled, he leaned over, his eyes were cast behind me. A look of utter fear crossed his? face, a look I was all too familiar with.
"He didn't pay me enough for this, you're on your own" With that he dropped the lid, almost complete darkness surrounded me. Taking a step back, I felt a large object behind me, strong and leathery. I whirled around as a flashlight came on in my face. Stepping back, I tripped, before I could hit the ground a large three-fingered hand latched onto my waist from behind. Panicking, I tried to pry the scaly green fingers from me.
"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you." The voice was gruff, but surprisingly non-aggressive, and definitely male. A green face stared down at my own, dark eyes surrounded by a red bandana locked onto my own. Quickly, I casted my eyes to the ground.
"W-who ar-re you?"
"I think you mean what are we." A new voice, This one had a blue bandana, twin swords were strapped to his, shell? Yep. It was a shell, four figures came in around me, making me feel confined. All were easily 6ft, towering over my 5ft frame. Shivering in discomfort, I wrapped my arms around my torso carefull of my many wounds.
"W-well th-then what-t are you?" I questioned, somewhat stunning myself with the boldness in my tone.
"We're…"
"Ah Leo, if we want to make it back before master we need to go." This one had a purple bandana, strange goggles rested atop of his head and round, purple glasses sat on his blunt nose. It was he who noticed the gash running down my bicep. "What happened to your arm?"
"Um-m the m-man fr-rom bef-fore," fresh tears threatened to spill and I felt my throat close over. "H-he tr-tried to tak-ke me b-back." His eyes softened.
"You need that arm bandaged. Leo? Obviously 'Leo' was their leader. He sighed, eyeing me warily.
"We'll take her back." The effect was immediate, I felt my whole body tense, alarms sounded in my head.
"N-no, d-don't t-take me b-back to him." The last turtle? -They looked kinda like turtles- made 'calm down' gestures.
"Chill Dudette, we just want to help." This one had an easy-going smile, and a orange bandana, several beaded necklaces hung around his thick neck. His eyes were a light blue, and full of childlike mischief. Something inside told me I could trust them, it was a foreign feeling, but a welcome one at that. Slowly I felt my body relax.
"Well, no hard feelings but we can't show you the way." I nodded, a blue cloth came in front of my eyes as a strong arm guided my farther into the sewers.
Well there we have it! Please tell me how I did!
R+R
Nā aroha The Silvernote!