Romania, 2001
What makes us all human? Is it because we are able to walk on two legs or that we're able to speak and form complex sentences? Or is it something more spiritual than that; is it because we have souls? Do we even have souls? Who knows. I guess we're all a little inhuman as well, some more so than others, what with so much war and destruction in this wasteland we call Earth. This world is a cruel and evil place filled with cruel and evil people; those people are the inhumane, performing dastardly deeds against the innocents, the more human people, while they're crying out for a savior to save them, wondering if there's and end from this dark abyss. In a way, we're all inhuman, we all have monsters inside of us. Some we can't control, but rather the monster inside controls us,
Gun shots showered down on the aged, brick streets of a Romanian village at the base of the mountains; people screaming and scattering for shelter, like water on ants, to avoid the lead rain. The sound of military tanks and trucks echoed around the small buildings as they carelessly drove over corpses strewn throughout the village's streets. Troops, each carrying weapons of destruction, thundered after the large vehicles, putting a bullet into any victim that got in their way.
"Find the child!" Commander Alin demanded his soldiers. Complying to the orders, the troops split from their formation and started to break into the civilian's homes, ripping the children from their parents arms and dragging them out and executing the rest of the inhabitants. Some even went as far as setting fire to the houses when people refused to cooperate. Blood curdling screams could be heard to the mountains. People desperately crying out for someone to save them.
One group of soldiers headed straight towards a bakery on the end of the street and shot through the large glass windows and proceeded to march through. The bakery was particularly empty, but that didn't fool the commander.
"Search every inch of this building, even if you have to tear up its foundation! I know she's in here." The soldiers did as Commander Alin told them to do. Immediately, tables were turned and cupboards emptied and nothing showed up. The commander still wasn't convinced. With an abrupt raise of his fist, the soldiers stopped what they were doing and looked to their commander expectantly. Alin nonchalantly walked across the destroyed room, glass and wood crunching under the weight of his steel toed military boots, and halted in front of a glass case, filled with delicate china, that rested against the back wall. He ran an inspecting hand along the back of the case, paused for a moment, and smirked to himself.
The commander signaled over a few soldiers and immediately they ripped the glass case from the wall, fragile china now broken across the aged wooden floor. Where the glass case once stood was a gaping hole in the wall with an old, creaky wooden staircase that led underground. From deep inside the cavern, hushed nervous voices could faintly be heard along with a strained wail of an infant.
Commander Alin pointed down the staircase and his soldiers hurried down, guns raised, without question. Soon after, terrified shrieks were heard as the armed men surrounded the small group of civilians. The commander stepped forward and eyed the small crowd, searching for what he came for. He stopped on an older woman, wearing a traditional village dress and a garment draped over her long, graying hair. Behind her was a young girl, no older than four years, clinging desperately to the old woman's dress. The young girl's long, dark brown hair was pulled into a neat braid down her back. Her stormy blue eyes filled with frightened tears that threatened to spill down her lightly tanned cheeks.
At this point, Commander Alin looked pointedly back at the old woman and stepped forward. "You'd be wise to surrender the child to me now before anything were to happen to these innocent people." As he said so, his soldiers loaded their raised guns; the trapped civilians began to panic and wail desperately. However, the old woman remained impassive as he continued. "I'm actually surprised that you were able to hide her for so long."
"You can't take her away, I won't let you." She stated calmly, her voice gravely with age, "She is not to be controlled and you know it. It's too dangerous."
"That, ma'am, is not up to me," Alin stated cooly, "I'm just following orders."
With the commander's signal, the girl was ripped from the woman's side by two soldiers. Before the woman could make an attempt at retrieving her, the commander took out his handgun and shot a bullet in the woman's chest. As the woman fell lifelessly on the ground, the girl let out a blood curdling scream, and the tears, that were once threatening to spill over, were now freely falling down her face. She began to thrash and kick out at her captors as they carried her out of the cellar and the bakery, but to no avail, she was too small and her pitiful kicks did nothing to loosen their grips.
Once outside of the bakery, the girl immediately froze at the sight that was presented to her. Almost the entire village was up in flames and the streets were littered with corpses. Innocent civilians were lined up on their knees with their hands above their heads, tears running down their faces as they cried out. A single shout was heard then all the people who were lined up were shot and they all fell to the ground.
At that moment, the girl's head started to spin and her breathing labored. She didn't know what was happening to her but she didn't like it. The air started to feel tingly as the pressure in her head built up.
This wasn't happening, it can't be.
What's going on?
Make it stop!
One of the girl's captors noticed her state of panic as she began to hyperventilate. The wind started to pick up dangerously and the soldier looked up to see very large black clouds roll in quickly. That was odd. It was just clear a moment ago.
The pressure in the girl's head became too much to bear as it turned into a migraine.
Why won't it stop!
Just make it stop!
She fell to her knees and placed her hands over her head, screaming, begging for everything to just stop. Tears continued to pour down her face as she screamed. The storm overhead was now blowing violently and lightning struck dangerously close to the ground.
All the soldiers were in a state of panic, however, Commander Alin was already prepared for this outcome and opened up a case which contained an injection of tranquilizer. He prepared the needle as he struggled to make his way toward the eye of the storm. Once he saw his target, the commander injected the needle into the girl's little arm, who was still on her knees, screaming.
Almost abruptly, the storm began to settle, the girl on the ground was lying unmoving, on the ground. Commander Alin knelt beside the unconscious girl as the storm finally dissipated, and he lifted her from the ground. Alin then handed her to one of the soldiers.
"Take her to the base and prepare to transport her America."
A/N:
I know this was kinda short and abrupt but this is just an intro to my story. It will get better as I go on. Trust me, I have a whole story laid out.
Also, this is my very first fanfic and I wanted to write this because it's been on my mind a lot lately and I wanted to get it out. So please don't flame me, this is my very first fic so I would appreciate the constructive criticism.
I'll update it depending of the feedback I get. If yall like it, then great!
Also, I'm not sure if I want there to be a romantic interest. I was thinking that I should keep my OC and the turtles friends but I want to hear what you have to say. So let me know if you want there to be romance!