After watching the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie, several times, I found myself wanting to write something with a little more edge. This is my first attempt at more of an action/horror story with romance mixed in. This is set a couple years after the 2k3 series and the 2k7 movie, those are my personal favorite incarnation of the turtles. Please read and review.
LeoLover95
Chapter 1:Crimson Nightmares
A burgundy haired beauty was getting herself into trouble. Darcy Wells walked down the street of a very notorious neighborhood. The buildings were almost smashed together and looked very decrepit. The sidewalk beneath her feet were cracked and riddled with potholes. The people did not look the friendliest either, Darcy had a few males pass by and leer at her. She silently thanked whatever higher being was watching her because all they did was look. At the same time she could not escape the feeling of being watched.
After what seemed like an eternity, Darcy reached her destination, a warehouse belonging to a new gang that had made their way into the New York underground. They called themselves the Void. They were rumored to be as ruthless as the Purple Dragons and as cunning as the Foot Clan.
Darcy grabbed the belt of her black knee length trench coat and pulled it open, revealing what was underneath. Her double d breasts were practically spilling out of the black lace corset wrapped around her torso. A tight little pair of spandex shorts were leaving little to the imagination as her butt checks were prominently on display. What completed the look was a pair of white six inch stiletto heels.
Darcy rapped on the door three times. A slot in the door opened revealing a pair of angry and intense black eyes.
"What are you doing here, sexy?" A rough voice asked from the other side of the door.
Darcy's hazel eyes sparkled and she gave her best coy smile.
"I heard this was the place to party." The burgundy haired beauty's voice took on a very sensual tone. "If you let me in I could show you a good time."
Seconds passed and Darcy began to doubt if her plan was going to work, but then she heard the click of locks being unlocked and the door being opened.
Stocky, was the word Darcy would use to describe the man that stood in front of her. He had a shaved head, a bulbous nose and wide lips. The stocky man was dressed very nicely, with a crisp white t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans. Darcy thought he looked a bit out of place. Darcy also noted that the man stood at about five foot, five inches, the same height as her without her six inch heels.
The man grabbed hold of Darcy's right forearm as he began to lead her into the warehouse. The burgundy haired beauty had seen a lot of things when she followed leads. She had seen dead and decaying bodies with chunks of flesh ripped out. She had witnessed people inject drugs into their veins, and other things that would make most people squeamish. But what Darcy had displayed in front of her was just odd.
Before her was a nightclub. The ceiling was high and down from it hung little pods. The pods were clear, with neon colored lights flashing in them. There were people inside the pods. At first glance it looked to be just naked performers, but on closer inspection there were two to five people in each pod and they were having sex! Man and man, woman and woman, man and woman, it did not matter, bodies were pressed against each other dangling over Darcy's head as if they were just part of the atmosphere.
Elaborately large booths were on each side of a narrow tiled walkway. Each little separate both brought their own little flare to the already odd nightclub. Darcy watched a group of teenagers smoking from a large hookah, another group of women, who could only be described as vamp-like, take a small dagger slit their wrist and then offer the bloody wrist to one of their male companions to suck on. Then there were a few sickly looking individuals that lined up little lines of white powder with razor blades next to a group of individuals who could only be described as zombies sticking themselves with needles. The nightclub to her seemed to be chaos, where the occupants inside could indulge in their dangerous and destructive habits without persecution or judgment.
The stocky man pulled Darcy's arm practically out of her socket as her spun the burgundy haired beauty into a wall. Darcy looked over the top of the man's head as his hot breath tickled her ample breasts. His sausage-esque fingers trying to make work of the string keeping her corset wrapped around her tightly. He almost pulled the knot free, when a soft and childlike voice startled him.
"Why aren't you at your post, Brucie?"
Darcy's eye glanced up from the stocky man to the owner of the voice. A petite girl was standing before the pair. She looked no older than sixteen, with her heart shaped face and dimples. Her hair was styled in a very short, very spiky pixie cut that was an extremely bright shade of neon red. Her eyes were such a bright shade of grey that they almost looked white. Her ghost white skin stood out against the black lace long-sleeved dress that stopped at her upper thighs, almost exposing her vagina. On her feet were a pair of blood red heels with a high, thin needle point heel.
The stocky man froze. His breathing seemed to stop. His faced turned to the red haired girl and his eyes filled with pure terror at the sight of her. Before Darcy could process why such a young looking girl could evoke such fear into such a large man, the stocky man was gone. Leaving Darcy alone with the young red haired girl.
"What is your name?" The young girl asked, her soft soprano voice had a very innocent yet spine chilling tone.
"Darcy." The burgundy haired beauty answered softly.
The red haired girl giggled, "Such a pretty name for such a pretty girl."
Darcy felt a chill go down her spine. "Yours?" She asked, her voice trying not to display the fright the red haired girl put into her.
"Crimson." The red haired girl answered with a very wide smile. "It's the color of blood."
Darcy was trying to quell the terror inside her. Crimson seemed to establish fear into anyone she was in contact with. The stocky man looked as if he had seen a horrible monster when his eyes met the face of the crimson haired girl. The burgundy haired beauty would not let a sixteen year old girl tear her away from getting answers.
The sound of Crimson's needle point heels echoed loudly in her ears. The little red haired girl was making her way over to Darcy. She had the same white smile and sparkling white eyes.
"You are such a pretty, pretty girl." Crimson coed as she closed the gap between herself and Darcy. "Such a pretty, pretty girl."
A little ghostly white hand with extremely long almond shaped sharp fingernails reached out and stroked Darcy's long burgundy curls. Another shiver went down Darcy's spine as Crimson began to make soft purring sounds in her ear. The hazel eyed woman had never had another woman come on to her, especially one that sent fear into her very core.
"Come with me." Crimson whispered into her ear, sending another wave of shivers through Darcy's body.
The little red head grabbed her hand. The tiny hands that wrapped around Darcy's were baby smooth which was very unnerving to the hazel eyed woman. Crimson began to lead Darcy away from the night club and through a narrow hallway. At the end of the hallway was a door that crimson opened revealing a staircase.
It was narrow, decrepit staircase with very dim lighting. Everything in Darcy's body was screaming at her to leave, to let go of Crimson's hand and run down the stairs and out of the nightclub.
Darcy's curiosity kept her there. Her need to figure out what the New York underground had hidden from the citizens up above in their apartments and penthouses. What happened while the New Yorkers lie in their beds while crimes are constantly committed every night with no end in sight. Darcy felt that it was her destiny to find out all that she could in hopes that one day the Foot Clan, The Purple Dragons, and The Void would just be urban legends. That the front page of every newspaper did not have a grotesque expose of the new types of torture that the gangs of New York underground had developed.
The stairway was eerily quiet, which was a startling contrast from the blaring techno music of the nightclub. All that could be heard was the creaking of the boards under their feet and the clicking of their heels.
Darcy felt her blood run cold, just a few feet away from her, a couple steps up from her was a human skull. Darcy shook her head. She thought that her mind was playing tricks on her but the higher she climbed the more bones she saw. A small femur, a whole arm attached to a skeletal hand and what looked to be millions of skulls.
Crimson opened the door at the top of the stairs and pulled Darcy inside and let go of her hand. Darcy felt herself becoming a little dizzy when she heard the door behind her being locked.
"This way pet." Crimson said gleefully, ushering Darcy to follow with a wave of her hand.
The room Darcy was now locked in was something out of her deepest nightmare. The room had a strong chemical smell about it that burned her nostrils. On either side of the room laid piles and piles of bones. There was an iron maiden, a few stocks, and in the middle was three giant racks with torn apart skeletons still in them. Beyond the racks lied a little black coffee table, a couple of high black gothic arm chairs and a little red couch.
Darcy watched Crimson gracefully glide from the door to one of the high gothic arm chairs. The little red head stretched herself out with her feet dangling over one arm of the chair and her back resting against the other. Her white eyes looking at Darcy expectantly.
Darcy crossed the room slowly. Her imagination began to play tricks on her. Darcy felt goosebumps prickling on her skin when she thought one of the skeletons on the rack were going to reach out and touch her. She almost jumped out of her skin and screamed when she thought she heard the pile of bones cry out.
"Help us!"
"Help us!"
Darcy sat herself down on one of the armchairs across from Crimson. Her legs were crossed and her hands were folded in her lap. She swallowed to relieve her throat of dryness but found the task impossible. Crimson must have sensed it because she brought her hand up and snapped her fingers.
In a matter of seconds a tall rather handsome man arrived in the room. He had beautiful bronzed skin and rippling muscles. He had on just a pair of tight boxer briefs that left little to the imagination and a dog collar. The man placed a tray of drinks on the coffee table. The man bowed to Crimson before leaving the room, but not before Darcy got a peek of his eyes. The man had dull dark blue eyes. They looked soulless, dead like there was not a real person inside of his body.
Darcy was desperate to leave. She wanted to wake from this nightmare, where she was stuck in Crimson's house of horrors. She wanted to be in her bed safe and sound as she let out screams of pure terror. But Darcy was stuck in a locked torture chamber with a little sixteen year old girl who was probably a serial killer.
Another snap of Crimson's little fingers sent a tall young woman into the room. Her head was bald and she wore nothing but a pair of black panties, a dog collar and a pair of black needle point heels. Her large breasts were on display and in her hands she held a manila folder. The tall woman placed the folder into Crimson's little hands.
Crimson opened the folder on her lap and ushered the tall woman away with a wave of her hand. The little red head began to leaf through the papers in front of her.
"Darcy Wells." Crimson read off one of the papers. "Scorpio. Born November third, 1991. You live in Midtown in a two bedroom apartment above an antique shop called second time around. Occupation: Researcher for Channel 6 News."
Darcy had never been this terrified in her whole entire life. She had come to get information on a group called the Void, but the tables had turned. Crimson had gathered information on her, brought Darcy into her chambers of dark horrors and let the hazel eyed woman witness the sheer amount of murders she was capable of committing.
Darcy's heart beat was echoing in her ears, goosebumps prickled her skin making all the little hairs stand up straight as needles and white as snow. She began to sweat. Even though the room was uncomfortably cool and Darcy hardly had anything on.
With another snap of Crimson's fingers two large men grabbed Darcy by the arms and pulled her up from her chair. Darcy started kicking and contorting her body in hopes of breaking free but it was no use. The two men carried her away from the center of the room.
The hazel eyed woman felt herself being hoisted up then two metal cuffs were closed around her wrists. The two men vanished and Darcy was left dangling. Darcy peered downward. She was ten feet off the ground and below her was a huge pile of bones.
Darcy kept staring at the bones, bones that used to be people just like her. They used to be alive too. The hazel eyed beauty stared at her fate. Darcy did not know how long those people had been left to dangle before they starved to death, or before Crimson had gotten sick of them and killed them herself. Whichever option it was neither had lasted long.
Darcy kicked her legs and arched her back trying to free herself from the chains that bonded her to the wall.
"Fight all you want pet. Those chains aren't going anywhere and neither are you." Crimson said with a laugh. "You're never going to escape."
Crimson's eyes were joyful, her smile sadistic. That was the last face she was going to see before she died. Darcy closed her eyes and let tears run down her cheeks. No one knew where she was. No one knew was going to save her. No one was going to know she died. It was Darcy's worst nightmare.
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Into the Void. Please read and review.
LeoLover95