Another TMNT reader-insert, pretty short and very quick.
Prompt: You're kidnapped and halfway through getting yourself to freedom someone comes to rescue you only to get caught themselves. Now you have to save them.
Waking up in a dark, empty room, tied to a chair was not the way you wanted to spend your Friday night. You didn't even really understand how you got here anyway. One minute you're walking home from the store and the next think you knew, you were being stuffed harshly into the back of a black van. Your arms still had bruises from the Purple Dragon thug's steel grip, purple and black stripes up and down your arms.
Now they were being joined by rope burns, chafing around your wrist as you wiggle fruitlessly. Damn, they were good at tying knots! They tied you up so tight that you can't reach the Kubotan attached to your key-chain. You were depending on the little knife and your quick reflexes to get you out of this. You couldn't wait for a rescue from the guys; you had told them that since you were leaving for spring vacation in a few days, you needed time alone to pack, make sure that everything was packed and to find someone to watch after the dog while you were gone. Never have you regretted your spring break plans before they happened before.
You could only assume that you were one of two things; bait or a bargaining chip. The turtles had told you that the Purple Dragons rarely worked alone since they had become too small name-wise for anyone to take seriously. That meant that this had been arranged by the Shredder or the Kraang or possibly even both. Who knew if those two were still in cahoots with each other?
The silence is becoming unbearable and your feet have begun to fall asleep. You could have been here hours and not have known it. But you still struggle against the bonds, praying that they loosen.
One of the 3,000 odd gods above and below must have heard you because it's only a few minutes later when you feel something give in one of the knots. With renewed hope, you start to squirm even harder until you hear a 'SNAP' and feel the rope grow slack. Pushing down the triumphant laugh, you jump to your feet and check your pockets for your knife first, your phone second. Either they're hiring continually stupider thugs or its just dumb luck that you still have both in your pockets.
You must be deep underground because it takes a few minutes of creeping around silently for your phone to catch a signal. Praising any god that would listen, you shoot off a quick text to Leo and hope they can track you because you have no clue where they took you. In the meantime, you resolve to stick to the shadows and stay on your toes.
As you come closer to the exit, the amount of Purple Dragons grows from zero to groups of two's and three's until you reach a door leading to a main room. Inside is a large group of Foot Ninja, guarding the main entrance. But were they guarding it against your escape or against an attack from the turtles?
You creep away from the door, figuring that you would find another way out, when two low thumps sound behind you. Spinning around, your heart leaping up your throat, you witness a third Purple Dragon hit the wall and slide down with a groan. Your savior steps out of his defensive stance, his nunchaku still tucked under his firm toned green arms.
"Heya, dollface! You sure get into a lot of trouble when you go on vacation!" Even as he used his hated nickname for you, you were so relieved to see the big green lug, you hugged him fiercely.
"If I get this much love from you, I'll have to rescue you more often!" He laughed loudly. Heart freezing in your chest, you realize how loud Mikey's laugh was in the silent corridor.
"Mikey, you nincompoop, shut up! You'll get us both-" Before you can even finish your sentence, an army of foot soldiers burst through the door behind the two of you. "Caught." You sigh.
"Don't you worry dollface, I'll get you outta here." Mikey shot out before hurling himself into the front line of foot soldiers. While this was all well and good, you still had the other half of soldiers creeping up behind you. Wishing for probably the 100th time that night that you had a weapon; even a set of bokken would be preferable. But Master Splinter had told you on your very first lesson that a ninja can turn anything into a weapon, even their own body; especially their own body.
So you settle into a defensive stance, muscles coiling and tightening in preparation for the onslaught to come. "Mikey, if we survive this, I'm gonna kill you!"
If you want, I can give you a chapter 2 with more romance than friendship. Just tell me in a review!