Dun dun dun! Chapter eight! Guess what my wonderful readers! Here's the chapter of all the chapters as of yet! And I had a person from Critics United check out this story...all I got was a detached answer that said my story didn't break any rules.
Seven drafts of this chapter. Seven. This wasn't even how I originally planned for this chapter to be either.
Anyways. I'd like to thank...cariomario123, SupeyNinjaZora19, Cheetar 7, FanO'theNinja121, Guess, and Cheshakyatto for reviewing!
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Chapter Eight: Turning, part one
I lean back on the bench, staring at the ceiling. The only other people in my holding cell are two brutish men with noticeable purple dragon tattoos. I cross my arms above my head, then wrinkle my nose at the stench. I smell disgusting. I rise and go to the bars, giving the guard a dead stare until he looks up.
"I smell worse than those two brutes over there," I spit, jabbing my thumb at my cellmates. He blinks, obviously confused. "I need a shower, and don't tell you don't have them, because I know you do."
He fumbles for the cuffs and I hold my hands through the bars, waiting for the noob. I can see the way he glances at the two gang members behind me as his trembling hands snap the cuffs into place. The poor fool probably joined the police to for romantic reasons; thinking he could be a hero, save a life, win the heart of the girl he loves. He doesn't know that life laughs at fools like him. That he'll deal with nothing more than petty criminals and drugs. Fools like him usually end up dead if they don't harden against reality quickly.
He locks the door behind me as I step away from the cell. I can run if I want to, but I don't want to run. That old bag of bones with fur made me see that. I'm done with running. My mom is coming to get me. She's upset and happy at the same time and I don't partially care all that much. Oh, in the beginning weeks I had missed everyone I had left behind, but now they're the last things on my mind.
"Where is she Joe?" an upset voice snarls. I halt, the cop in front of me not noticing. Turning my head I see him. He's leaning over a desk, nearly nose-to-nose with the man behind it. Those stupid hazel eyes are full of worry.
He happens to glance up and spots me. His face relaxes and he starts toward me. I narrow my eyes and frown, yet these obvious signs of hostility go ignored. He wraps me in a hug, pulling me close. I shove him off, oozing hostility and coldness. Once before, I would've ripped his arms off with a hug, but not now. I want nothing to with this failure.
"Are you okay? Is mom coming for you? How did they catch you-"
"Shut up!" I snarl, shoving my brother again. I regain my composure and say stiffly, "Yes, mom is coming for me, but we all know I'm not going home. So just strut your stupid self back out and never, EVER contact me again. You and the worthless, poor trash I so grievously share blood with can sit in your happy waste for all I care."
His eyes widen, hurt and anger flash back and forth. He doesn't know if he should be hurt or angry. So pitful. "What happened to you Leslie?"
"People left when I was suffocating from the insanity I created," I snap. "I cut myself, I even tried suffocating myself, yet it was dismissed as wanting attention. Well guess what you kur! It was! If anyone was smart enough they'd realize that people who do that NEED attention! Whatever drives them to that point, it's a final cry for help. When it doesn't go answered people give up completely."
I turn on my heel, my eye pricking with tears. I don't dare let them fall though. I'm a fool for letting my emotions get the better of me. I stride past the cop, grabbing him as I pass and drag him to the showers. He doesn't say anything as he uncuffs me and hands me the ugliest clothes I'd ever seen and a towel. I pick a shower stall and slip past the curtain and undress, placing everything out side. As soon as the luke warm water hits my bare skin, I let the tears go, no one could tell the difference here. In the back on my mind, a small nagging tug rises. All I want to do right now is hug a freak in orange. How stupid am I?
[Georgia's POV]
I cross my arms, waiting as father and daughter to be done talking. I don't see why the girl stays around. I've seen her with Leo so many times before that I'm beginning to think she's falling for him. Though, I can't say much, I found myself blushing about Raph just yesterday-
"I'm surprised to see you alone. Where is the other one you spoke of?"
"She should be here soon. I sent the boys to get her not but a few minutes ago," I say in clipped words. I hate using that fake, disgusting accent. I reach up and run my finger over my eye, nearly shuddering at the slimy feeling, to remove my contact. I repeat the process with the other one.
"Are the test ready for her?" Shedder ask, watching my movements. He thinks it's ridiculous that I would make myself appear blind and dumb.
"The tests are ready, I even have the step-up planned to exact detail. Do not worry, Master Shedder, petty fools like her are predictable, trust me," I purr. "That rat will be brought to you in good time."
The man nods, turning his back on me. I bow and quickly retreat. I pull off my beanie glaring down at any who dare look at me. They cower, quickly moving away from me. I smile, licking my lips. My cat ears twitch as I enter my lab. Upon a cold, metal table is my subject. She doesn't know I'm about to get revenge. My hand latches onto a syringe. Filled with DNA and glowing blue mutagen.
This vermin has tried to bash my head against a brick wall. Did she think that such a foolish act would go unpunished? A damn fool. I pick up my scalple and eye the subject. She has stubble, showing signs of growing hair, a small bust, just hints of hips, and an overall slender form. If she wasn't so girlish looking, she could easily be mistaken as a boy. A grin spreads over my face; soon she won't even look girlish.
"Welcome to the world of mutants, Leslie. You'll be a fine machine of revenge," I hiss and jab the needle into her chest. My tail lashes wildly and my ears flatten against my skull. "Welcome to my hell, Fool!"
I feel like this should've been longer...Oh well! Oh, and when it goes to Georgia's point of view, it's like a time skip. The turtle will be in the next chapter!
