(A.N) Sorry i deleted and revised some things.
Chapter 1: New family?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~12 years ago~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cameron's Pov
"A spontaneous explosion just set fire to apartment 506,48th street just now at 9:30pm tuesday. No survivors were found after the fire was put out, only two disfigured corpses that are burnt to a 3rd degree." I shut the news off, and turned to my new sister,Ivy. She stared at the tv with tears in her eyes."Mommy...
daddy..." I scooted closer to her, and pulled her to me. "They're not your mommy and daddy anymore Ivy...they're dead."
She pushed away from me, and even though her mouth was open,
it took awhile for the words to come out. "And whose fault...
is that? I- I don't even know you people..." I grabbed her again, and pulled her head to my chest. "Don't blame mommy and daddy...they only did it for you. All they wanted...was you." She started to shake, and I felt like it was my fault for suggesting we watch tv. "shhh..." She grabbed my shoulders,
and started to squeeze. It hurt, like she was trying to rip my shoulders apart. "No...I don't want this. I never wanted any of this." She stood up, and walked into her new room. She slammed the door shut. I walked over to the door. "Ivy...
I'm sorry." She never answered me back. I turned the tv back on. They were showing pictures of what used to be her parents. The lady had half her face missing, and the man no longer had arms or legs. Both had skin that was still burning away. Did mommy and daddy really do that to her family just to have her? "What are you watching, Cameron Elisebeth?" I turned around, and suddenly came face to face with the stern blue eyes of my mother, who seemed to be furious with me. "J-just the news mommy, why...is that bad?" She snatched the remote from my hand, and shut the tv off. "You are not allowed to watch such gruesome things on tv young lady! Especially since your new sister is sensitive to those awful events!" I looked down, remembering the tears in her eyes. "Yes ma'am..." She stood up, and looked around. "Where is she?" I pointed to the shut door.
She then banged on her door. "Ivy? Open up, it's mommy!"
All that came from the door was a high pitched scream.
Mommy banged on the door again. "Open the door Ivy! You have until the count of three!" Nothing happened. "ONE!"
The door didn't budge even a bit. "TWO!" "You aren't my real mommy, and I don't have to listen to you!", Ivy screamed. That girl really knew how to pick the wrong thing to say. "THREE!" My mom kicked down the door, and stormed inside. I got up, and peaked through the doorway.
No one was there, and I stood frozen in the moment."IVY!" She waited, but there wasn't a sound in the entire , I felt a slight wind come into the room, and saw a window that was cracked open."DAMNIT!"
My mother shoved me into the doorway, and ran out of the apartment,slamming the door on her way out.
Why doesn't she seem to love me anymore? It's all Ivy this, and Ivy that...when am i going to be important again? I have a feeling that we're going to be rivals when they bring her back. And after a few hours, my predictions came true, and my mommy brought her in,
kicking, and screaming."I hate you!YOU MURDERERS!
I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL!" I could only stare at the mess on the long black hair was a complete mess, all knotted, and no longer pretty. Her face was bruised and beaten, her mouth...bleeding. My mother smacked her across the face...hard. She spit out blood. "ENOUGH! YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL WE SAVED A LITTLE BRAT LIKE YOURSELF!
YOU ARE A MISTAKE IN THIS WORLD, AND YOU WILL LEARN TO BE GRATEFUL EVEN IF IT KILLS YOU!" Ivy looked up at her, and spit blood in her face. "YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE WRETCH!"
My mother grabbed her by the front of her shirt, flung open the bathroom door, and tossed her inside. "Mommy?"
I asked, seeing her face flustered, and dripping with Ivy's blood and spit. "What is it Cameron?" I got off the couch and went to her. "Are you okay?" She nodded,
and breathed in deeply. "Yes, sweetheart. Your sister is just uncooperative. Teach her how to be a good girl,
would you?" I nodded. "Yes ma'am." She got down on her knees, and smiled at me. "That's my girl. Now, don't let her out until morning okay?" I nodded again, knowing better than to defy her. She stood back up, and leaned against the wall near the bathroom door, which was surprisingly silent. "And sweetheart? Could you get mommy an ice pack from the fridge? She has a headache."
I nodded, and went to go fetch an icepack from the freezer. When I found it, I grabbed it, and handed it to her. She smiled as she took it from me. "Thankyou Cameron...I'm going to go to bed, so don't stay up too late alright?" "Yes ma'am" I said as I sat back down on the couch, waiting for the sound of her and daddy's room to shut closed. I turned on the tv again, and once more the video of the burning apartment was running.
I changed the channel immediately.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Present day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ivy's Pov:
I love being out at night...it feels alot less crowded than being in the same building as my foster family.I don't think I can ever be comfortable around them. My sisters aren't even my real sisters...and that just seems to make the distance grow between us. My name is Ivy, and I'm hell bent on revenge. I'm only waiting for the right moment to come by.A gust of wind blew, and I can smell the heavy, earthy scent of the night.
I would rather live on the streets, where there is fresh air to breath, instead of inside a fake home that smells of vanilla.
It only makes me feel as if I'm suffocating. I walked over to my favorite bench to sit down, and take in my surroundings. I heard someone snickering close by. Now i could hear a few people whispering. I opened my eyes, and saw a group of punks whispering,
snickering,and shooting glances in my direction.'Don't bait yourself, Ivy...You know they're only looking for a fight.'I thought to myself.
Suddenly,one of them decided to talk loud enough so she could hear. "Ya know,pretty girls like you are gettin hurt on the streets nowadays."I opened my eyes when I heard a clatter of footsteps come closer to me.I didn't answer."Come on, Everyone knows they need to pay the protection fee in these areas. Otherwise people get hurt." I looked at how many there were. There seemed to be about 8 of them. I stood up from the bench, and looked the guy in front of me straight in the eyes."Why can't you be the good guy, and just let me go?" He laughed, and turned to his groupies."Didja hear that boys? She wants us to be the good guys and let her go, isn't that cute?" When the laughter finally died down, I smirked. "Well, ya can't blame a girl for trying..." he put his arm around me,tight enough that I couldn't move my arms."I really hate to say this sweetheart, but if you can't pay the toll, you've gotta go."I chuckled. "Well,that's just business I guess." He gave a nasty little laugh. "Ya know what, I actually kinda like ya kid. Too bad I gotta rid ya of all that smug attitude." I shrugged. "Do as you must." He let go as two other big guys took his place, and held my arms out. I was beginning to panic, seeing as my options were pretty narrow. Also, the fact that they were big guys was a bit intimidating. As the rest of the gang was closing in to beat the pulp out of me, I swung my foot up, and kicked the guy restraining my right hand in the face. He reeled back, and let go of my hand, which punched the other guy in the nuts, and as I tried to make a run for it,I ran into one of the punks. "You're not goin anywhere sweetheart." I pulled the knife out of my boot, stabbed him in the stomach, and ran for it. The others were trailing me, screaming things at me. I couldn't look back,and I just kept on running until I got up the courage to look behind me.
I saw that they were nowhere to be found and ran into an alleyway.
I hid under all the garbage ten minutes later, I heard them come across the one punk, shouted for two of them to search the alley...and I felt my heartbeat I heard a bunch of voices, the sounds of blades clanging against eachother,and felt a load ram into my hiding spot. "Well,looks like the ninja turtles win again this time! Booya!" I jumped out of my hiding spot. "Oh, JESUS!" I said when I saw the three green figures standing before me. 'shells...masks...what?' I thought, and it slipped out of my mouth"What...are you guys like the turtle versions of Zoro or something?" The one with the orange mask laughed. "Haha, you hear that? She thinks we're Zoro turtles." The one in red slapped him in the head.I grinned. "Well it was just a guess." Then, the red clad turtle said "Well, that aside...why ain't ya freakin out?" I chuckled. "Dunno...maybe it's cuz I like the strange things in life...and you four...are definitely one of them for sure." I looked again, and only counted 2. "Wait...where's the thir-" A sudden pain spread across my head, and the pitch darkness spread agross my vision.
Donnie's POV:
"D-Donnie?" My brothers said, in shock as the girl with black hair went down. "I-I panicked...she wasn't making sense!" "That ain't a good reason to hit her over the head with a plank of wood!"Raph said.
Mikey took her in his arms, and I could see him studying her face. I bent over his shoulder,"She doesn't look like a threat. Should we take her home?" Raph picked her up, and flung her over his shoulder.
Then he proceeded to open the manhole, and say,"We goin' or what?" We all went home, the girl in tow,slung over Raph's shoulder like a sack of vegetables. Mikey got to the door first."We're hoooooooome" He chimed out, even though we all knew Master Splinter took a visit to Japan to see the Ancient one. "Yeah, home sweet home." Raph said rolling his eyes at Mikey. He dropped her on the couch, and I shot him a look."Hey, be a little more gentle to her, she might have a concussion."I felt myself shrink as I said that. Raph walked into the kitchen, and grabbed a slice of pizza from the fridge."Not my problem." he said as he took a bite. Then, a few hours, alone with my work and my brothers all in bed, I heard a shuffling from the couch. When I got up from my work station, and peaked at the couch, I saw her sitting up, rubbing her head. She sighed, and looked around. When her eyes landed on me,she stood up, and started to walk towards me.I froze. The more she stared at me, The more uncomfortable I she got to me, she stared right into my eyes, and put her arms around me in a tight hug."Thankyou...for taking me in...Can you please let me stay..." I hugged her back, and she let go. "Please..." She said,staring straight into my eyes. I nodded. "Alright...you can stay...just go back to bed." She turned around,and walked back to the couch. I heard her whisper something, and I felt like I should take it as a thankyou.
Ivy's POV:
I'm happy that I'm able to stay here...sure...they might miss me at home, but then again, when has that ever mattered? I never wanna go back to that place. It reeks of everything I hate. The stench of perfection...
and the image of being a perfect family. I want to burn that image just like the apartment that night...and I will never forget how awful the sight was.I still can't sleep...I've been staring into the blank tv screens in their dark living room. They've all went to bed...
even the purple one. Why couldn't I do anything about it? Why did I just cower in my room, and let them take me away when it was over? I will never forget the look of their burnt corpses... the half skinned face of my mother, and the missing limbs of my father...
that image will never leave my memory.I hate the news for exploiting them. What right do they have...to show something like that? The thought of it haunts me in my dreams.I sat up, and got off the couch. If I can't sleep, I can't sit around and do absolutely nothing. I walked slowly, trying not to bump into anything. After walking for a few minutes, I felt something solid, and leathery. I felt it all the way to the top and touched something cold, and metal with my fingertips. ' A chain.' It must have been a punching bag. I smiled, and leaned my forhead to the cool leather surface. I really want to work out with this...I could use the practice. I need to gain some muscle, since being flexible, can only do so much. I should order one of these...but then again that might only raise suspicions...and they would dispose of me immediately...I should ask to practice here.I heard the lair door open and turned around, and saw the red clad turtle walk in. "What are ya doin awake?" He asked when he saw me. "I-I just woke up and was just checking out your excercise equiptment...nice punching bag." He dropped the duffle bag he was holding, and as it hit the floor, I could hear the clang of metal inside he came towards me, I got the feeling that I shouldn't have been awake when he came home."You can see in the dark?"I could see his outline standing very close to me...enough so that I could make out the features of his face. I sighed."Vaguely. Enough that I can see you." he sighed, put his hand on the punching bag. "Don't be tellin anyone I've been out. It's no one's buisness." I could only nod. "Understood." He then leaned in very close, until he was only a millimeter from my face, and whispered "Good." I could feel my heart about to leap out of my chest. As he passed me, and was about to go upstairs, he said, "Oh, by the way, I'm Raphael. Nice to meet ya." I nodded. "Right...
I'm Ivy. Nice to meet you too, Raphael." I heard him jump up to the second level of their home, and heard a door heart is still pounding like crazy. Why am I so nervous?
Am I terrified? No...that's not it...this is something completely different...I walked back to the couch and layed down. Raphael.
I'm betting that you have a secret too? I wonder...how far would you go to keep it?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Morning ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Wakey Wakey! Eggs and Baccie!" I woke to a cheerful voice shouting. It sounded like a warped version of my youngest sister screaming at me to get up in the morning. I rubbed my eyes, and sat up."Oh good! I knew that would get you up! No one can sleep through one of my breakfast calls!" The orange clad turtle said proudly. I gave him a sarcastic smile. "yes, cuz everyone loves to wake up to someone yelling. I know I do." He grinned. "I knew I'd like you! My name is Michaelangelo,and i shall be your chef for today! But you can call me Mikey." I stood up, and patted him on the head, even though he was taller than me. "...It smells pretty good. You really made this Mikey?"I said, finding how I could remember his name. He nodded "Only the best for pretty ladies like you Miss..." "Ivy" I said. he gave me a wink which made me laugh a bit. "Well I must be very pretty, since this is really really good. My parents can't even cook like this." He bowed,and said, "I am the best cook out of every one of us in this house." He looked at his brother in the purple mask, who yawned as he walked out of his room."Hey Donnie, our little lady is up and about!" He yelled at the one in the purple mask. He looked at me, and gave an awkward smile. "Oh...hello. I'm Donatello, but you can just call me Don, or Donnie. Either is fine." I nodded. "Yeah...alright. Thanks,Donnie... I'm Ivy." He nodded and sat down to a plate of Mikey's eggs. "Scrabbled eggs again, Mike?" Mikey narrowed his blue eyes at him and said "I don't see our guest complaining." Donnie glanced at me, and turned to his brother saying "She doesn't have to eat them every morning for breakfast." I smiled at their little arguement. It reminded me of my sisters, except usually it was me arguing with little Arabell. She was so young, and upbeat I just couldn't help but pick on her. I decided to make some conversation. "So...you're all brothers, right?" Mikey nodded. "Yeah, how'd you know?" I grinned, and shrugged. "Dunno, I just kinda figured since you act like brothers." As I said that,Raph came over, and sat down."Good to see you're up early for once." Donnie said. Raph growled. "Yeah, well I couldn't sleep too well with all your chatterin goin on down here."
I blushed "Sorry about that." He didn't respond, and pulled a bowl out of the cabinet, a box of cereal, and then got some milk out of the fridge. As he poured the milk, he stared at me. "So I'm guessing you didn't sleep so well, huh Raph?"Mikey piped up. Raph glared at him, and muttered "Shuddap Mikey." Donnie got up. "Yeah, I'm gonna go, and start working, surely I've got some calls on hold now." He walked over to a small work desk, and put on a headset. "Hello this is Donnie, your friendly IT Tech support, how may I help you today sir?" After a few moments, he smacked his hand on his forhead."Did you plug it in?" A couple seconds, and he shook his head. "No, sir, you don't click the red button, you should click the new user button to create your log in account." I felt a bit of pity for him, since the person on the other line seems to be a complete idiot. As the clock stuck 10, Mikey checked the calender,and said. "I've gotta go dudes, got a party of 45th street,10:30" We all waved him goodbye, and then it was just me, and Raph now, who seemed like he barely got any sleep at all. "So...how'd you sleep?" I asked him,feeling uncomfortable in the silence. He just gave me a look, and shut his eyes. "Do ya really need ta ask, princess?" I didn't like the way he called me that. I'm not a princess or anything of the sort. "Princess?" I scoffed. "If you're gonna call me anything, call me by my name." He smirked. "It was late last time, I barely even made it to my bed. So remind me again." I narrowed my eyes at the smug look on his face. "It's Ivy. I hope that sticks in your mind." He shrugged. "We'll see about that." I growled. "Don't push it grumpy pants." He glowered at me, and got out of his seat. "I'm not grumpy. I'm tired, and there's a difference." I leaned back in my chair, trying to put on my famous don't care attitude that my family says I have. "Whatever" He walked away grumbling something about goin out. So when the door shut after him, I looked around and could only see Donnie who wasn't paying any attention to anything but his job."Hey...I'm gonna go out and try to earn some cash." I called out to him. He picked something up, and threw it at me. I almost dropped it, but didn't. "What is this?" I asked, but he didn't answer. I poked the little button on the turtle shell he gave me, and it opened up into a phone. "OH!" I folded the turtle cell, and stuffed it into my pocket. Time to pay some people a visit...
Me: Ahhh I dunno what else to say It's my first.:p
Ivy: Suck it up
Me: You're a mean OC..T.T
Ivy; Pft
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