I felt a warm hand touch my forehead. I sat up instantly, and realized I was hyperventilating. "Shh." I heard a calming voice. I used my eyes to trace who's hand was on my forehead. It was that of a giant rat. "I am Splinter." He smiled. "My sons are friends with Casey Jones, they brought you here."
"Sons?" I asked. "The turtles?"
He nodded. "They are patrolling the city. Welcome, the undergrounds of New York. Casey is with them, along with April."
"It April the red-head?"
"Yes." Splinter smiled. "Now, tell me your story."
"I-I can't remember. The earliest memory I have is of being tortured in a cave…" I said quietly.
"I see." He said. "You must be experiencing amnesia."
April walked into the room. "Master Splinter, we're back." She looked at me and smiled. "I'm April, if you haven't heard already."
"Myles." I smiled back. "But I think I said that on the helicopter.
A turtle clad in blue came in after April. "Master Splinter, can I speak with you?"
He nodded then turned to me. "Donatello will be in here in a minute to help you." He followed the blue turtle out.
I sat there for a few short moments before a purple-clad turtle walked in. "Hello, I'm Donatello."
"Call him Donnie." April smiled. I think they were a thing.
"So your name is Myles Wolf, and you are an 18 year old Lieutenant in the U.S. Army. You don't know if you were a first or second lieutenant. Is there anything you do know about yourself that we don't?" Donnie asked.
"Hmmm." I thought for a while. "Not that I can think of."
"Alright." He said. "April is going to give you a new pair of clothes. Your top layer is pretty torn up, but I can't see any skin which means there is a bottom layer." He walked out and closed the door behind him.
April walked over to a closet and pulled out a black t-shirt and some lightly colored jeans. She also grabbed some socks and tennis-shoes. "I hope these fit you."
I started to take of my shredded Army uniform. "Where are we?"
"In the lair, the guys' home." She said. "I live here, too. I'll explain why later. This is my room. The bottom bunk you were laying on in my bed."
"Who sleeps on the top?" I asked.
April sighed. "One of our friends used to, but she's kinda on a quest right now. It's been a year since we last saw her."
"Oh. I'm sorry." I said.
"If Master Splinter says you can stay, you can sleep there." April's eyes widened as she saw me. I was standing there in my bra and underwear. "You're covered in tattoos!"
"What?" I looked at my body. She was right. I was covered in tattoos. There were dragons and moons and wolves, all in dark gray ink. "Oh. I guess I am." I put on the clothes April gave me. "Hey, they fit."
"Good." She smiled. She opened the door. "Donnie, you can come back in now!"
Within a few minutes, Donnie returned. "Okay, do you know how to fight?"
"Umm." I breathed. "I think so."
"Well don't find out yet, unless you have another flashback. If you didn't know already, your left arm is broken. It's pretty shattered. And you're covered in deep gashes." Donnie said. "And you've been shot, more than once."
"Trust me, I know." I said, only remembering receiving some of the injuries.
"Okay. Do you remember using any fighting skills?" Donnie asked.
"Well." I started. "I remember killing a terrorist leader with my bare hands, but he was unarmed. The guard was armed, and shot me in the back, but Casey took care of him."
"Okay, how'd you kill him?" Donnie kept asking questions.
"Broke his neck."
"What about weapons?" He was looking at a clipboard.
I chuckled. "Well I'm in the Army, so I'm guessing guns and other artillery."
"Okay." Donnie said. "Well. I talked to Master Splinter while you were unconscious, and he said you could stay here. And you were only unconscious for 13 hours. I suggest you relax and let your wounds heal."
I shrugged. "Alright." My stomach growled.
"And Mikey will get you some food." Donnie added.
"Thanks." I smiled. "I'm tired of eating dirt and drinking dirty water."
Donnie left the room and April turned to me. "If you don't mind me asking, what's it like being a Prisoner of War?"
I sighed. "It's torture. They hurt me, interrogated me. I remember them asking me questions over and over again, when I didn't know the answers. I think I did know before my head injury. I don't even remember a head injury, but I know I have to get a head injury to get amnesia." I looked at the ground. "I went trough so much…I didn't even see Casey until we helped each other escape. It's something nobody should go through. I don't know what's worse, the physical pain, or the mental pain."
I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my head. I collapsed to my knees and breathed heavily.
"Myles." A beautiful woman stood in front of me. "Come here, Sweets."
"Coming, Mommy!" I yelled. My voice was high pitched and she seemed tall in comparison, I must have been a little kid.
"Shh." She seemed afraid. "Daddy had too much of the grown-up poison again. Be quiet, and hide."
I nodded and hid under a bed. My dad came into the room. He was holding an almost-empty bottle of alcohol, and a large knife. "Where's Myles?" He asked my mom.
"I think she's at a friend's house." My mom said. She was protecting me.
"Then I-I'll have t-to kill you f-f-f-f-f-first." His speech was slurred and hard to understand.
"What?" I saw my mom's feet take a step backwards.
I put my hand over my mouth so I wouldn't scream. But I couldn't do the same for my mom. She screamed loud, then she fell to her knees. I saw blood drip on the floor.
I felt my breathing slow, back into a normal pace. April was standing next to me. "What happened?"
"Flashback." I started to cry. I had witnessed my dad kill my mom. Some things would have been better to be forgotten.
