Tmnt 2012 Fanfiction-

Summery- Lucy is a girl that has suffered at the hands of her relatives after her parents tragic deaths for too long, she finds herself a home with the four teenage mutant ninja turtles and develops strong bonds with them all some are stronger than others...will she be accepted fully into the family or rejected after all the sibling rivalry she causes?

Chapter one- On the Run

Lucy's P.O.V

As if this day couldn't get any worse! I was on the run from these "friends" of mine; there are six of them most of them older than me. There's James, Brad, Jeff, Adam, Gregg and Snake (aka leader and also the cause of most of my suffering). All of them I know, but mostly the bad sides of them; or maybe they're just completely bad. I've been constantly running for 20 minutes and they were still on my tail- sort of? It was more Jeff who was on my tail- he is the most agile of the 6 and I haven't been able to shake him. I desperately made one last attempt to give him the slip by making a sharp turn into the nearest ally. DAMMIT! DEAD END! I skidded to a halt. I shuddered when I heard Jeff's voice:

"What's the hurry Lucy?" Jeff sniggered- his voice dripping with malice and sarcasm. "She's over here!" he called out to the others. I could hear them approaching, they were close. I stood there panting, panicking, praying to be somewhere else. Then I spotted a manhole cover- it was my only way out. Only problem was that Jeff was standing on it. Great. Just Great. I knew what I had to do but pulling it off was going to be difficult.

Battered and bruised, I mustered up the remains of my strength. The cuts on my hands, arms, left shoulder and head were throbbing and pulsing with pain and my head wound was the worst, it kept pouring with blood which was starting to congeal in my hair. So...Much…Blood.

I could see red behind my eyes, my head was so cloudy that I had to concentrate just to keep myself breathing. Inhale. Exhale.

I could feel a static beginning to tingle in my fingertips, this is what I needed, after so many years of feeling numb, I never felt more alive in this moment that I was so close to death. This buzz. This energy. This life.

This Escape. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and rattled my bones as I took one last shaky breath. Charging at him, feeling the ground fall further from my feet,

I jumped and did a roundhouse kick, knocking Jeff out instantly. He crashed to the floor like a bag of bones and skidded to the brick wall. I regained my balance and went for the manhole cover. I pulled it off just as I heard voices:

"Over there!" Adam cried.

"Grab her!" Gregg shouted aggressively.

"Don't let her escape!" Snake yelled.

I hesitated a moment before jumping in the hole without a care in the world-

Until I hit the ground.

HARD.

My legs gave way beneath me and I felt my body concave on itself.

I just wanted to lie there, the ground was so cold yet welcoming and I had the urge to just let my bones crumple into the dust and stones beneath me. I tried to stand up but each attempt was futile, slumping back to the ground I lost all hope.

Nearing death and feeling broken, I leant my back against the wall pressing myself closer into the shadows and sobbing.

A weak, pathetic excuse of a life. You should have died instead of your parents,

You should have burned.

So much light! It scorches me from the inside, more than my heart could ever bare.

I heard them, their words somehow reaching my ears over the sounds of the roaring flames, the sounds of splitting metal "Honey! Hold on please baby, its all gonna be okay, we love you"

Mom scrambled her hand through the gap between the front seats, pushing over the armrest and digging into my flesh in a desperate attempt to free me from my seatbelt. The flames crept closer over the hood of the car nearing the gasoline tank,

Mom started screaming at me to go. She squeezed further through the gap and brought her fist forward with so much force that it shattered the glass in the window. Her hand was a bloody tattered mess but she managed to push my tiny body out by my feet through the window. My clothes snagged on some shards on the way out causing my skin to tear. I landed on my back and screamed, the ground was littered with sharp debris from the exploded cars. Writhing away from the car yet not wanting to leave my parents. But they said it was gonna be okay right?

They said…. Well…

THEY LIED.

It wasn't okay. They didn't hold on.

Sirens engulfed me, splitting every atom in my body. The heat became too much for my parents and all I heard was the animalistic screams erupting from inside the car, the terrified howling and whining clenched its cold hand around my heart and I knew. I knew as a paramedic wrapped his arms around me, lifting me hastily away from the scene that I wouldn't be okay. By then the flames had swallowed the entire car, blinding my vision. The screaming ceased and all that could be heard was the muted world of pandemonium and chaos tearing the fabric of my existence apart.

Dead. Everything was dead. The noise was dead. The air was dead. My heart was dead. My parents dead.

Yet there was still so…much…light.

The cold hand on my shoulder that gripped me like a vice, tore me back into reality. Brad.

Cold terror instilled within me and I just screamed with every last breath of my existence, "Help! Please!" my voice hitched and caught in my lungs. I could see Brad towering over me by the outline of his silhouette, leering closer I could hear his laboured breath as he hissed in my ear; "Sssssilly little girl, you sshouldn't... run off like that… who knows what dangerous things are out there."

The light abruptly dimmed as four figures approached us as Brad began kicking me to the ground, blood and stones filled my mouth as I choked. The breath being kicked and punched out of my lungs as if I were a rag doll being torn to tatters and shreds by a Bull Terrier. Limb by limb ripped apart like seams of thread being unwound.

"Stop!"

Did I just say that or did someone else? It didn't sound like mine and I could hardly tell from the blood roaring in my ears.

Suddenly I felt Brads hands being wrenched away from me, I heard a loud scuffle and Brad screamed before there was a silence. Just an echo. It was over. I felt dizzier as I was flipped onto my back looking up to the sewage tunnel ceiling and four strange figures leaned over me into my line of vision.

They were green. What?

Turtles?

I must be mad! I must be passed out or hallucinating!? My head was worse than I thought or maybe I entered a state of shock after the blood loss.

This was ridiculous…was it?...Have I really just been saved by four giant turtle s- or has Brad just left me to die here and im dreaming. I preferred the former reason, so I just let myself believe it as I felt my body being held in a comforting embrace.

This could be the embrace of my saviours or the Grim Reaper. I didn't care, I heard soft voices as my vision blurred and everything went blank. So much darkness and light at once.

Was that "Mom? Dad?"

One voice says 'no but we're gonna help ya'

That's all I could hear as I blacked out, but I was content. This wasn't death. But I was still unsure of what would be next, what if they were false hero's? Were they gonna help me or kill me for trespassing?

I let the thoughts slip as sleep embraced me for the first time in many painful years…