New York, New York. As the saying goes, so nice they named it twice, but who in there right mind would say that. Maybe in daylight the city is nice. But at night, is dangerous. At night, the scum, and creeps come out to play a deadly game with the law. No one is safe, innocent people will be attack for there money or their lives. This place disgust me, yet sadly I'm one of the creeps who will hurt anyone who would stand in my way or should I say my master's way. I have no name or voice. I don't have a place to call home or a family waiting for me. I'm not even sure if I am even human. Sure on the outside I might, but I do something that most humans can't. Where am I you ask? I'm standing in a dark alley, waiting for my master to arrive, with his group of deranged thugs. They are planning to break into a little antique store called Second Time Around. They always hot the small shops in the awfulcity. If I could, I would run from this place and never look back. It flet like they were taking forever to get here. I looked up to the sky, some how I could see the moon tonight. I raised my chackled hands up and tried to reach for it. I know that I could never grab onto it. It was in space, while I am in a dark alley. Waitng for the scums to come, but as I looked up at the sky. I saw something. It was hard to make it out, but it looked like...like a giant turtle. Doing a flip in the night sky. I'm thinking that I'm starting to see things since I haven't had a bite to eat in four days. I don't have money, on the count that they take it away from me.
If you are wondering why I am even sticking around with these goons, well...I have no where to go. That and I tried once, but the capture me and beat me to a pulp. I still have some scars on my body from that day, but my black jacket, onlong with my red Tshirt, they are covered. but I wonder what I saw was real. Then I heard a loud car door slam. From the corner of my eye, I see him, my master. He came up to me and roughly ruffled my hair. Which was a total mess to begain with, so no big deal. Then an evil smiled appeared on his raddy face. "Well, well, well. It seems you are following orders for once. Now you know the drill." he told me. Taking the chackles off my wrist. They weren't your normal, everyday ones. They covered my hand and went a few inches up my wrist. The pluped onto the ground, making a dent into the paved ground. Then he pointed to a small metal box, that was screwed tight to the building next to the door. I walked over to the box and opened the door. Inside were wired and a keypad, yet this was really advanced. It was like a total genius custom made this.
As I took a closer look at this, my master was starting to get impatient with me. I could even hear him growl. "What are you waiting for? Slash it up?!" he yelled at me. It made me flich and got to work. Quickly I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I could feel my hands melting away. As strange metal liquid came out of my hands. I don't how I am able to do such a thing, but you work with whatever you have. The liquid soon took form as a knife. With that I was able to cut the wire which had to be cut. For this robbery to go wrong.
"That's a good tool. I guess I don't have to sharping you yet." he said in the way that I just wanted to gag. I glared at him, I wanted to destory him. I wish a could could tell him that he should jump off a cliff, but is hard to talk without a voice. One of his goons grabbed me by the hair and dragged inside. He was tall and buffed. Had a dorky haircut. I think is soppose to be a mohawk, but it was so small.
In a matter of seconds, we were in the the shop, there were alot of old things in here. Some masks, a suit of armor, things you expect in these kind of shop. But htere was something that cought my eye. As the other took some old jewellery like rings and such. What cought my eyes was a wall scroll hanging. From the looks of it, it looked like . I always wanted to go there. I looked over my shoulders real quick, to see if anyone was looking. Quickly as I could, I took it down, roll it up, then stuffed it into my jacket sleeve. A cold hard hand fell upon my shoulder. It was no other then my master. "Alright, tool, Time to get to work." he said, as she shoved me towards the cash register. It was an old piece of work, but easy to get into. I leaped over the counter and looked at the key hole. Then used my cursed powers to make a copy. With a twist of my index finger ley, it was open. It was fill to the brim with cash and change.
I was about to take a few Andrew Jackson for myself. Before I was grabbed by one of the dirt bags by the collar of my jacket and was put back into the awful chackles. "Now, now, now, What would a tool need with money. They don't eat." he said as the other laughs. I can't take this abuse! All humans are nothing but creeps! I want to hrt them, I must destory them! I was in so much rage. As we got out of the shop. We ran for are lives, hoping not to be cought. I was infront, right beside my so called 'master'. While the others were right behind us. Just then a scream was heard, we stopped in are tracks and looked. We saw that one of the dirtbags was missing. There was no one here but us. Then who attack? As we were about to run, but another scream was heard. Another scream meant that someone was gone. So we wnt into code red, every man for themselves.
One by one they were taken out. Until there were five of us remaining. I began to wonder who was doing this. It couldn't be the police, they are not bright enough to do this. Maybe it was the hockey mask guy that I heard about. We were standing in the light brought down by a lamp post. When something was thrown at the bulb, coasting the place to go black. Whatever was doing this, it can't be worse as working for these goons. Then from the corner of my eye, I saw something standing in the shadows. "It looks like that are friends, the purple dragons, didn't learn there listen from before." A voice said in a serious yet sarcastic said, but having no idea where it was coming from. "Well I make sure that these low life punks learn this lesson. Even if I have to drill it into their brains." another voice said. This time more aggressive sounding and with a Brooklyn accent.
Master was freaking out, I could tell. In a blink of an eye, two others were gone, but hear the groaning in pain. "There's no hope with them, You have a better chance of defusing a atom bomb. Then them changing their ways." Yet another voice said. That's so far three, just how many are there?! This was so not looking for us. "Dude, when do you think is the last time they showered? Because they stink big time!" she said, I thinking they were trying to be funny. Thats' four voices, I would say that we have them out numbered, but with my hand out of out of commission. Is only four, we're in deep. So I did something that I wanted to do for so long, I ran.
I ran as fast as I could, away from this madness that is my life. To where, I have no idea. I have no money, so I can't take a bus or a plane. Staying at a hotel wasn't going to happen enither. I guess that there's nowhere to run. As I ran from the scene I heard my master calling for me. "Get back here! You ungreateful brat! You better hope I never see your face again!" that was really frighting. Even if he doesn't go looking for me, he'll have his thugs looking. There was nowhere I can go. Why is this happening? That's when I saw him, the guy in the hockey mask. There was a wire fence between hom and me, but that doesn't mean that there's wasn't a way to get around. Her climbed over it and leaped down. "Okay little missy, that's as far as you- wait a minute. Why are your hands- woah!" I didn't let him finish, for I kicked him and pushed him out of my way. I looked to see that I pushed him into a pile of trash bags. Good enough for me. With a single leap, I jumped over the fence with ease. Like I said, I'm not human.
When I thought I was in the clear, a gaint turtle appeared infront of me. So what I saw earlier, it was true. This turtle was wearing a red mask and had sais in both of his human like hands. Now you might think tha I should not believe this. That is actually a man dressed up as a turtle. If i can make weapons out some strange liquid. Then why not gaint turtle.
To be continued.