Delilah walked briskly down the alley. She felt her heart hammer in her chest when she saw a shadow bolt out of the corner of her eye. She started to jog down the dark corridor, the shadow's blurring past again. She broke out into a full out sprint as thudding footsteps kept in time with her sneakers. She saw the street lights on the other end of the darkness just as arms constricted tightly around her. Her screamed were muffled by her captor's greasy hand. She knew she would regret it, but she bit him anyway. His fingers taste like moldy bread. She spat out the taste right after he jerked his hand back.

She instantly made a mad dash for the tiny little light at the end, but then, darkness moved in front of the light, blocking her only direction guider. The beast was large, buff and he had golden-white fur and he looked like a bodybuilding husky. His upper lips curled to show his glistening canines. A loud clink against the asphalt made me turn around. I looked back to find a large purple fish, it's fish lips open to a devious smirk at his wolf partner. What Delilah instantly focused on was the metal attachments that looked like big chunks of metal legs. Fear struck her heard her heard, the two mutants smirking evilly.

"The Turtles won't be able to help themselves, they'll be compelled to save her," the bulky wolf-man growled with a prideful tone. Delilah whimpered when a dark skinned man with a purple dragon tattoo on his skinny arm gripped her arms back forcefully. "Go toss her with the others," the fish-robot beast hissed. She felt a black fabric cover her eyes, no longer able to see as the dragged her to an unknown location.

~After A Half-Hour~

Delilah had been tossed onto metal flooring, the thud of her fall echoing throughout the small cell. A soft whimper came from her, shuffling in the corner bringing cautious silence to Delilah. She felt her body go rigid, her expectant thoughts told her it was wolfie and fishy. But the soft breaths told her it was another girl or girls.

"Is she dead?" a soft whisper sounded, the voice feather light.

"I don't know," another voice spoke, the voice much stronger than last but definitely feminine. A worried, "I hope she's just asleep," was spoken from the feather light voice. Delilah finally pushed up off her palms to stand, Delilah's eyes landing on two totally different girls in separate corners. The two girls eyed her up and down. "They didn't drug you," the one with reddish-blonde hair remarked. She had warm brown eyes and slightly golden skin. She had a little muscle on her skinny frame, her cheekbones high and her face narrow. She looked like a fighter. That was probably why they drugged her and not Delilah.

"I'm Evangeline, but call me Eve," the other spoke. She had black curls that framed her pale face, her eyes a soft blue. Her cheekbones were high as well, her face narrow but not in a strong way. Her jaw was strong though, proving she was also a fighter but not as hard as the other. She wasn't muscular but she wasn't like a box with a fragile signing either.

"This is Brandie," Eve gestured to the girl on the other wall. "I'm Delilah," Delilah's voice came out slightly higher than usual, cracking ever so slightly. Delilah frowned at the sound, not liking the fragile touch to it. Before she could clear her throat, a loud explosion went off outside just as, what Delilah considered a word, was bellowed.

"Booyah-kasha!"