She sat up in her bed. Ugh my head is killing me. What happened last night? She shut her eyes for a moment trying to recall. I remember the Kraang and the turtles, and that girl. But how did I get here? She touched her head and felt a bandage. She thought about the place she followed the turtles to for a little longer before remembering more. The wall, I was stuck, and the ceiling was falling. That's right, they saved me. She walked through the night in her mind. She flashed back to the moment after she was freed from the wall. That's where things got fuzzy. Did they save me? Or were they the one's that knocked me out. She got up, climbed down the fire escape, and went for a walk while she tried to figure this out. She headed in the direction of the Kraang building she originated from. Maybe I should make a visit. After entering the building one of the Kraang takes her to see another Kraang.

"Kraang needs the one known as War Machine to lay on the thing known as the table, and do what is called relax." He said to her.

She stared at him for a moment. "Umm..Ok..." She hesitated. She tries not to panic. I trust them. Right? She shakes the thoughts of what they might planning on doing from her head. While waiting for them to do what ever it is they have planned, one of the Kraang brings a needle into the room. She bites her lip in anticipation. He cleans a spot on her arm, then places the needle in and squeezes the syringe. Once they administered the shot she felt dizzy, then things began to look fuzzy, and finally she fell asleep.

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She wakes up on the same table she laid down on before the shot. Sitting up, she looks around for Kraang, but no one is there. She shifts her feet off the side and sits there for a moment, swinging her feet, not sure if she is allowed to leave. Once she gets off the table, she realizes she feels different. Her body feels lighter, more relaxed, and her thoughts seemed clearer. She is just about to leave the room when she'd interrupted.

"The one known as War Machine is needed for an agreement with the one known as Shredder." He said to her.

She raises an eye brow and follows him. He takes her to a van and opens the back door for her. After getting in he starts the engine and pulls away.

Once they pulled up and entered the building, she was brought to a menacingly tall and frightening man. The Kraang tells her he is the one known as Shredder.

"Good, you brought the girl." He says to the Kraang.

"Yes, the one known as War Machine was being prepared by Kraang for the one known as Shredder so he may use her as a weapon for Kraang against the ones known as turtles."

"Karai! Take her to her room." Shredder demanded.

A girl came from out of the shadows and tells her to follow her. She realizes that this girl was the same one from the night before. She looks at the Kraang, hoping this wasn't some kind of punishment, then decides she probably should do as she's told.

"Hey." She said slyly as she motioned for her to follow. "You were at the Kraang building a couple weeks ago, weren't you?" She recalls.

Couple weeks ago? How long was I out? "Mmm, yeah, that was me. What were you doing there?" She replied.

"Spying on the turtles. Trying to find their weaknesses. Best way to take them down."

"But you messed up our attack."

"Well I wasn't quite sure how to feel about the Kraang. I'm glad to have you on our side." She said with a smile. They continued down the hall in silence for a while. "So, what's your name." She asks.

"War Machine." She answer.

"That's your name? Hah that's weird."

"Well I guess it's more of a title."

"So do you like being called War Machine?"

"Not particularly."

"Maybe we should give you a real name." She offered.

She looked at her questioningly. "Alright, any ideas?"

"How about Kira. It means dark."

She shrugged. "Kira it is."

"So Kira. What made you want to team up with the Kraang? I mean, they're not your typical group to hang around with." She questioned.

"I guess they're like my family. One day I just woke up and they were there to greet me. They gave me life, and a purpose." Kira explained, leaving out all the questions she asks herself.

"So you just follow their command? No questions asked?" She pushes.

"I get the feeling I'm not allowed to ask questions. And, really, what other choice do I have." They enter a room.

"I get it. They don't seem like the type to answer questions like that. So, if I have this right, they made you, and you follow their every command? Even if you think its wrong?"

"...Yeah, I guess so." She admitted, finally realizing how bad that sounds.

"You don't sound like you're ok with that though." She tried.

"I just don't understand the reason for all this. What are the Kraang doing that those turtle creature are trying to prevent? And what exactly are those turtle creatures? Why do they exist? Who made them? And why am I the one that has to end them? I don't like fighting. I feel as if its pointless. I don't even really know what I am, I am not like any of the Kraang I know, but if they made me, shouldn't I be?" She ranted.

"Whoa, you've got a lot on your mind." The girl laughed a little. "But you're right, you're not exactly what I'd define as a Kraang."

"Sorry. I just feel so confused sometimes. I guess letting it out to someone helps a little." She sighed. "Wait, I never got your name."

"Karai. Sleep tight." She mentions just before closing the door behind her. Leaving Kira all by herself.

She looks around. There's a bed and a dresser in the room. A window sits just above the bed, and a mirror next to the door. She peers into the mirror, realizing this is the first real time she's seeing herself. There's been times when she noticed her reflection in water, or a window, but this was the first time she's actually looked at herself.

"What am I?" She asks the reflection. Another sigh before she rummages through the dresser drawer. There's a few pieces of dark clothing and armor like pieces, then a few things like undergarments and sleepwear. She slips off the old clothing she's had on for who knows how long, and slips on a loose fitting shirt and pants. She looks one more time at the mirror, then heads for the bed. She spends most of the night laying awake, questioning her existence, and wondering why, if the turtles were so bad, did they save her? Why am I the one that has to deal with all of this? Why me?