Chapter 1 Kidnapped
On a bright autumn's day in the big city, when red, orange, and yellow leaves could be seen everywhere floating effortlessly down from the trees in preparation for winter there was a small apartment. That apartment was the home of a normal looking girl, this girl was me. I was thin, but not so thin it looked like I had had surgery, I was a healthy muscular thin with a bit of extra fat around my stomach area. I was also tall, at 5'7 and I had an average chest area, not flat but also not huge. I was slightly intimidating to someone who didn't know me especially when I'm angry or upset. I was very guarded about my secrets, and because I can keep my eyes from revealing what I don't want people to know, I am a bit of a mystery to someone who doesn't know me.
I had bright golden blond hair that stops just above my shoulders cut into a slightly messy style. Shorter locks framed my eyes blocking the sight of my left eye every time I moved. My eyes are a deep blue that reminds me of one of my anime characters, Naruto. Though we were not entirely the same I've found that Naruto and I are a lot alike, we both have bright golden blond hair, vibrant blue eyes, an awesome sensei, and we both are outcasts in school, but unlike him I'm usually calm, quiet and more laid back, I live with my parents, and I have two best friends.
My parents are more like friends to me, the only real differences between them and my best friends are their age, appearance, and the fact that I don't tell my parents all of my secrets. Suddenly I heard a thump making me turn away from the computer in my room where I was typing the next chapter of my fanfic. I had always loved reading and writing, and it came naturally to me. I've read, written, and done so much that not much can really surprise me, but what I saw when I turned did.
Standing a top my door, which was now on the floor, was a man in a strange suit, similar to the ninja my sensei had described. My sensei had also said that those ninja were from Japan, The Foot Ninja. The Ninja in my room even had the signature of the Foot Clan. Though I had had training from a wise old master of the art of Ninjitsu I hadn't expected that ninja would attack an ordinary high school student. Unfortunately my train of thought was incorrect as my room was now filled with men, all of which were dressed in the same suit.
"Come quietly and nobody gets hurt" said the ninja who had entered first. His voice seemed hoarse as if rarely used and was muffled by the black spandex mask on his face. I stiffened with realization, they wanted to kidnap me. I couldn't just go with them, who knows what they'll do to me, but I didn't have my swords with me so I couldn't fight as well as I usually would. My swords, though they are my treasure, needed to be repaired.
In my last spar they took some real damage, having cracks in a sword when you fight like I do could cause the sword to break in the next spar, so my sensei sent them to his favorite blacksmith, who just happens to live in Japan, for repairs. Even though I'm unarmed I won't go down without a fight. The one who talked took a step towards me and I attacked, punching him in the face with all my strength and he fell to the ground unconscious. I looked to the other ninja, sapphire eyes narrowed and daring them to attack, and then as if on cue they all attacked at once. I fought with all my might kicking, punching, and dodging attacks of all kinds, be they with weapons or without not caring how injured I became, my freedom was my top priority at the moment, but soon enough the battle turned and the foot began to win.
The fight had become a matter of strength and I wasn't strong enough. In a matter of minutes I was overpowered and restrained. Before I fell unconscious I saw the bodies of my parents on the floor blood spilling from the cuts in their necks and staining the light green carpet floor underneath them… They were dead. They had been killed by the Foot.
Anger filled me to the brim and with the last few seconds of my consciousness I was able to gather my strength for one more attack, punching the black clad man that was holding me. As we both fell to the ground I felt drops of his crimson blood hit me staining my clothes and finally darkness closed in relieving me of the agony I was in. The fight left me with many bruises littering my body and what felt to be a few broken bones.
Wetness was the first thing my brain registered when I returned to consciousness. The wetness of my face being dragged through a puddle on an unfamiliar dirty floor had been the cause of my awakening. I did not know how much time had passed or what had happened after I passed out, I just knew I had been kidnapped and that my parents were dead. Even if I escaped I couldn't go back to my home.
The home I had lived in for sixteen years had turned into the place where my nightmares came true. My worst nightmare was the death of my parents, the loss of two of the few people actually who love me for who I am, not for what I have done, or what I will become. They didn't care about my faults and helped me overcome my many weaknesses.
I couldn't remember a drearier place in all sixteen short years of my life. Water dripped down my face from the ceiling and every few yards I saw a steel door with prison bars on the small window and a number above but each cell was empty and unlocked. The Foot soldier carrying me dropped me unceremoniously inside one of the cells, number seventeen if I remember correctly, and rushed out locking the door.
This was great, just great. I was trapped in a cage God knows where with no means of escape and just outside the cage was a man. As I focused on him I noticed that the strange man was watching me with cold black eyes like I was some sort of science experiment. And though he wore metal armor and a metal helmet on his head like a crazy man, he had an air of unwavering confidence, but, because of my training, I could also sense the evil inside him. "I am the Shredder," He said putting his arms behind his back, "Welcome to your new home, Autumn Fox."