With Hoatzin Wings
Disclaimer: As much as I wished I did, I do not own TMNT. Just Yana and her family. They are my property only. Don't let me ketch you with her!
Pronunciations:
Yana- Yawn-a
4-20- four dash two zero
Hoatzin-pronounced like Watson. They are really cool birds. Look it up!
Other chapter will be longer.
Chapter 1:
I was running. To where? Anywhere but here. This facility had been my prison for eight months and it was finally my time to get out. The few guards that where in my way were too distracted in their own fantasies to notice a girl about five foot one doubled over and running through the shadows. That is- until the alarm went off. Ok, so my escape plan wasn't fool proof. I had just hoped that it had given me a little more time to get to the fence.
As the alarm went off, I bolted. The guards jerked back to reality and the intercom sounded.
"Warning. Warning. Test subject 4-20 missing. All units start full pursuit. Test subject 4-20 considered highly dangerous. Do not attempt to capture alone." I would have laughed if I thought that it could have been heard over my pounding heart and thunderous foot falls. They had made me dangerous. It was all their fault.
Yes, I thought. This was all their fault. I ran past some trees to reach the ten foot high barbed wire electric fence as sounds of shouting erupted from the research institution. Fear coursed through me. I had two choices. Risk the fence or go back. The fence seemed as if it would prove deadly. I didn't want to die. However, at the research facility, there was nothing left there that I could go back too. They were all dead now. Going back would be too painful. My vision blurred slightly as I tried to find a good route through the fence.
In between the bottom two wires, there was a two foot gap. I smiled slightly. Being fed once every two days for eight months did seem to have a small advantage. I heard voices getting closer and decided that that was enough planning. I tried going through the fence quickly and quietly, however, hasty was a better word for what really happened.
Right before I managed to get my foot out, I got too excited for freedom and hit one of the wires. An electric jolt went through my body and I screamed. I fell on the ground and threw my hand over my mouth; however, the damage was already done.
I heard the guard dogs barking and men running and yelling. All of them seemed closer than I had hoped for. I got up shakily, tasting metal in my mouth as the tips of my fingers tingled. When I had managed to get a little steadier on my feet, I ran for all I was worth.
I silently said goodbye to everything I had lost and was leaving behind in the busy building behind me. My sister, Adina, who had died the week before of a side effect of their experimentation. My mother who had been shot for resisting. My father had died just the day before for attempting the same thing that I was now. He however, didn't make it past the fence and met some rather vicious guard dogs.
Tears ran down my face as continued to run through the small wooded area that surrounded the building. When I had gotten through that, I hit a street. Good, no sign of the SFRF, I thought and continued running. I couldn't have been more wrong. Little did I know, the Secret Foot Research Facility was more of a gang than an organization, and – most of the members were trained ninjas.
After an hour, I was way too worn out to go any farther. I hadn't seen a sign of the enemy, and decided that it was past time to find a place to sleep. I found an alley way that didn't took too threatening and bunkered down beside a dumpster. I was way too tired to do anything but lay there. All of my muscles ached, especially my arms and back, which surprised me because my legs had been doing all the work. Maybe they were just too numb to feel any sort of pain.
I brushed it off and started to doze off. That's when they showed up. Dorks in footy pajamas came out of nowhere and surrounded me before I could do anything about it. Their heads were covered with what looked to be silk ski masks. One drew a sword and took a step towards me. I tried to stand up, but fear or the run had taken all strength out of my legs.
"You ran away 4-20." He clicked his tong disapprovingly. "Now, I have to teach you a lesson." He raised his sword and pointed it at me and I felt myself scream at the top of my lungs.
Leo and I were doing some patrolling when we heard a blood curdling scream coming from a nearby alley way. The scream sounded as if out of fear at first, and then turned into a cry of extreme pain.
"Donny let's go!" Leo said jumping onto the next roof in that direction.
Mwahahahahaha! Aren't I evil! Don't worry, she might survive! Read the next chapter to find out! Hope you enjoyed it!
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