Shell Shocked
Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT and story is cross between 2k14 and 1990's version.
Chapter 2: What to do?
I gasped out of the water clinging onto one of the wooden poles underneath a dock. All over my body hurt, especially my tail. Slowly, if not painfully swim along the river in search for shelter. Something was not right, something indeed, as I desperately tried to remember what I am. All I could remember is walking down the street with some friends when all of the sudden men dressed like ninja grabbed me and next I'm out cold. Next thing I know, I'm in some strange laboratory being shot at. I know something is wrong with me, but a strange instinct is taking control to get away.
There was a sewage pipe under the dock that seemed to be shut down. I tried to get up having difficulty till managed to sit in the large pipe. I lay down in the cold sewage trying to catch my breath. Once I caught myself, I started at my hands to discover them all long, scaly, and claw like. There should be a reaction of fear, panic, or anything negative. But whatever the scientist gave me seemed to have me stoned out. Closing my eyes, I rested to try and gain some strength. Hopefully this is all a nightmare and I wake in some abandon building surrounded by stoners and narcotics.
When I wake up is wasn't out of natural causes. No, something was brushing against my body. Sitting up to find out what woke me up until screaming. All around me were rats! Unable to control myself of fear, I scrambled back only to fall out of the pipe and into the Hudson River. The wind was knocked out of me, as I back flopped into the freezing water. You gotta be kidding me!
Not wanting to hang out with the rats, I swam to the next sewage pipe or abandon dock. Searching in the blind in murky water finding any sort of land. It wasn't long when my hand made contact to something solid. I took a peek to see a cement dock that appeared to be empty. Then again it was raining so hard no one would be out fishing. Taking the risk, I climbed up only to discover this is not a dock connected to land . . . but a landfill.
Terrific, I thought bitterly.
At least there won't be any people around here for some time. I sighed taking a seat while examining my surrounding to figure out where the hell I am. What I saw made my anxiety doubled for I wasn't in some forest region from earlier. No, I'm crossed between New York City and New Jersey. Why can't I be somewhere in the swamp or more isolated terrain. I took a deep breath as I examined my body finding it no longer human. Sharp tears veiled my eyes as I continue to look at myself. All cover in scales, nails like claws, and most importantly a tail. A tail! What have they done to me?
I debated if I should look at myself in the mirror. Looking around to find some sort of mirror or reflective object. Unable to find anything other than garbage and junk I laid down in fetal position ready to cry. I'm a freak. A freak! How am I supposed live like this? Hell, freaks don't live on the streets. Not in our day in age. Come on, if I wander down the streets: I'll either be capture and be sent to a lab for high develop experiment research or some freak show in Florida. If I was in the south near the bayou I could have succeeded the lizard man. But no I'm stuck in the Big Apple!
Think girl, think! Try to remember anything to help you calm down. I thought.
What is your name? I thought to start things of.
Okay that's one way to start off. My name is . . . what is my name? Oh God, I can't remember my damn name. I tried to think of my parents name but they too remained blank. Friends, home, where I live, anything seemed to have disappeared. It's like anything personal have vanished from my mind. I know where I am right now, my favorite color, and my age. Also who the president of the United States is! And yet my identity has faded away. This wasn't good, that more tears began to fall follow by sobs.
All I could remember is walking down the street with some people. When all of the sudden men dressed at Ninjas jumped out of a van kidnapping me. The Foot Clan that is for sure . . . thinking I was going to be force into their gang. And here I am as some sort of mutated freak. What am I gonna do? I can't walk around the streets like this.
What am I gonna do?
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The next day I manage to regain composure before finding a trench coat to wear along with a scarf, gloves, and a hat. Alright, its gross wearing stuff you find in the landfill. But if you must know, I attempted to wash them in the river with a box of soap. It wasn't the best disguise, but it worked as I wrapped the tail around my stomach, giving the allusion of a pregnant woman. Then the scarf wrapped along my face most of my face, gloves, and finally the hat on top. The plan is simple, go to dry land, and find a shelter to get some food, and then head out of the city towards an isolated place. Somewhere those barely adventurous people explore.
So here I am walking down New York City in search of a shelter. I kept low, staying near to the shadows while keeping to the darker streets. There has been heavy contraband on the streets, from drug dealers, prostitutes, and other stuff. But I keep my head down and continue to walk for a shelter. There been attempts from pimps or dealers in selling their brands or whatnot. I gave them an inhuman growl, which caused them to walk away. Good.
When I reached the shelter I was disappointed that they were full. So I continue to search in finding a shelter, except each and every one of them were full or they find me as a threat. It took a lot of energy not to snap at the manager or whoever in charge. Having nowhere to go, I simply walked around the city finding somewhere warmed.
Damn, it's cold here. My scales were spiking up, muscles tightening, and teeth clenching. It took a lot of energy to reach Central Park. I don't know why my body is acting this way. Must be a cold blooded thing? Anyway I walked around until finding a small brick building under a bridge. Warmth was projecting from it, which I can only assume is the boiler room for Central Park. Looking around for cameras or anybody, I bang my shoulder a couple of times on it until the lock gave way.
Yes, I thought going inside finding it much warmer.
By night fall the park became less crowed. Practically empty in this autumn temperature. I shuddered keeping the trench coat close while leaning against the warm pipes. Over head the sounds of people living in their ordain lives. Not knowing that there's a freak beneath their feet. Sighing, I watched my tail swish side to side on its occur. It takes a lot of focus to control it, otherwise it haves a mind of its own.
I closed my eyes ready to go to sleep when a scream could be heard. What the- I stop to think if I should go out and investigate it or not. Then the ruckus started to sound like two boys in trouble. Something inside me stirred to go out. So with a deep breath I left the under bridge shack and into the park. By following the sounds I spotted three guys were fighting each other. Well, more like one dude wearing a hockey masked beating two boys with a hockey stick.
I narrow my eyes coming up behind the douche giving a hard push. The masked man fell farther than anticipated but I didn't care.
"How about a five minute game penalty for misconduct, asshole?" I said.
The jerk stood up removing his masked. He appeared to be in his early twenties or so, but that didn't stop the anger boiling in me. Must had been bully in my human life to hold such wrath? In fact, looking at the two boys on the ground they appeared to be my age. Either they were street urchins or plan stupid.
Anyway the guy with the spots mask lifted his arms. "Hey chick, who died and made you referee. You did your job, so let me do mine. These low life need to be taught a lesson."
"That they do," I agreed, crossing my arms. "But not from you. Scram unless you want your ass kicks again, boys."
The boys nodded as they scamper away with their tails between their legs. Sports dude saw this and gave an exaggerated huff. He walked towards me, pulling out two baseball bat. "Well, looks like you need to be taught a lesson, girl. Class of Pain 101; your instructor's Casey Jones." He swings his bats around theatrically.
"Hey, I don't want to fight you." I said. "You were beating up some kids. Why don't ya pick on somebody your own size?"
"Tough luck for you," Casey Jones said, as he swung his bats forward.
Quickly I ducked the swing on the first swing then stood up catching the second. I examined the material finding it made out of wood. "Didn't your mom teach you not to hit a girl?"
Casey Jones used his other bat smacking me in the gut. I stumbled back from the blow, managing to possess the second bat. The impact had me lose concentration of my tail unravel while falling down losing the fat allusion. I groaned standing up to regain some air, since apparently the tail is more sensitive. Meanwhile Casey stared at me with confusion.
"Hey, what are you, some sort of cosplayer?" He asked.
"What?" I replied.
"Oh I hate cosplayer, especially those obsessives' ones who dressed like green reptilian characters." He continued. "Let me guess, you're a whovian?"
"That's it," I said.
As I got into batters position, marching over and swinging at the jerk. Casey dodged each swing making some sort of insult and remarked. "Strike one." He taunted. The anger inside me grew strong hating the childish behaviors of this man. Another swing he blocked, "Strike two." What is it with guys not acting their age, but their shoes size? Unable to resist my tail snaked around his ankles tripping him with much force. He fell backwards with a hard thump on the concrete.
"Home run." I murmured walking around him setting my lizard feet on his chest. "Point for the girls."
Casey groaned till spotting my feet, which he spun around escaping my hold. The guy scrambled back catching himself before standing up. "Nice animatronics." Then he pulled out a large flat bat. "Cricket."
"Cricket? What are ya, British?" I sarcastically said. "Because you ain't a gentleman."
"True, but you no girl." He noted, swinging the mallet with such a force.
The impact was so strong it knocked me off my feet. I crashed into the ground, colliding against a trash can which rotten food fell all over. The blow on the chest hurt badly, as nasty swelling started to build up. Damn, that is gonna hurt in the morning.
"Six points." He said, running off. "So long freak, I got work to do!"
"Freak!" I exclaimed.
The tight coil of anger build up to a point it snapped. The animal within roared as I got up chasing after the mother fucker for calling me a freak. We ran all through Central Park. Suddenly when my arm is about three feet away, he jumped up over the wall climbing over it. I on the other hand blind by a furious rage ran into the brick wall.
"Better watch where ya going, sweet cheeks." Casey Jones taunted on top of the wall.
"Come back here, ain't finish with you." I yelled.
"Another time," he said jumping off to who knows where.
I growled on the wet grass. "Damn!"
I'm totally going to kick his ass next time I see him.
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So what do you all think? I shall bring in the turtles in the next chapter. To those who are ready to scold or yell at me, yes I put Casey fighting our new mutant. It was for fun to pass the time and such. Don't know if Casey will come up again or not. Simply a small cameo.
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