Darkness.
Nothing.
Numbness.
Stiffness.
Loneliness.
Emptiness.
Hopeless...
...or so she thought.
"April, are you okay?"
The voice was familiar yet unfamiliar. She knew that voice, but I feels like this is the first time she's hearing it. Then it came to her. Black-headed teen named Casey Jones came of her mind.
'Casey? Casey, is that you? Can you hear me?'
She tried screaming, but it didn't work. She called his name. But he didn't respond.
"Is she going to be alright?"
That was new.
'He-hello?'
Then she felt something. Everything. The warm, leather hand on her upper arm, the cold, hard cement against her side, the cool, crisp air around her, and...and the two auras looking over her worriedly. At first, the auras were warm, welcoming, comforting. Then there was something. Like a hard icicle trough the heart. Cold. Hurtful. Destructive. Too destructive, even for a sword.
'They'd aren't your friends.'
Casey. Trixie... Trixie Jordan. Who is she? How did she know her name? Why is she with Casey? She is good? Was she on their side? Was she part of the Foot?
Her thoughts were cut short by a bright flash.
Baby blue eyes grew wide was April realized her surroundings. A hospital room. April shook off her confusion as she stared down at her hands and yellow skin. In fact, her entire being was yellow. But that was the last of her concern as a little girl with short white hair hid her face in her arms as she sobbed in a bed where a person—a woman— lay, covered in a white sheet, several areas such as the belly, the chest, and the face, in crimson.
'I'm sorry for your loss.'
April turned her head to the door, where Dr Claire Kurtzman stood, much, much younger and dressed in white scrubs. Her blond hair more vibrant than when April has seen her before, her blue eyes filled with pity, sympathy, and sadness.
'If there's anything I could do—'
'Don't,' little girl growled, head still down. Claire stood there, stunned.
'Don't try.' The little girl lifted her head but her hair covered her face.
'I'll do everything myself,' she growled, standing up and lifting her face.
April gasped.
The girl's once fair skin became porcelain, too light to be considered normal, her chin length hair growing to her waist too quickly to be considered healthy, and her eyes— her once warm brown eyes which reminded April too much of Donnie, turned lilac. Every reflection in her eyes became unnatural and turned into sharp shapes. In addition to all that, she grew. From the seven year old kid to a sixteen year old in a split second.
Then she was gone.
Another flash.
A house with a dark, messy atmosphere. Someone knocked on that door. A man groaned, starring in the darkness. He seemed to have fell asleep on the couch. He got up, his pot belly swaying around as he limped to the door. He opened it and saw a lady April knew all too well.
'Who are you?' the man asked drunkly.
Ms Campbell held a suitcase and opened it, showing the man the suitcase, which as filled with money. The man looked surprised. His eyes were filled with eagerness, greed.
'For your daughter,' Ms Campbell stated.
The man smirked, stained teeth showing. 'Hey, Tracy! Get over here!'
A door creaked open and a girl with shoulder length black hair in pigtails wearing a stained shirt and shorts stepped up out. Her skin was bruised and cut, and it looked like her ankle was swollen, more than her wrist. He brown eyes filled with fear.
'Yes, sir?' she ask nervously.
'Go with the lady, and don't even think of coming back,' the man ordered. 'Now go!' he exclaimed, pointing out the door.
The little girl nodded without hesitation and ran out, Ms Campbell giving the man the money as they left.
In another flash, she was in front of TCRI.
The little girl walked fearfully alongside Ms Campbell. Just by her body language, April could already tell that she didn't like where this was going.
Flash.
A Kraang lab. The girl was strapped down to a table wearing a white romper, silver gauntlets, and white flats. She struggled, but it was useless. April tried reaching out to her, but it seemed as if no matter how much she ran, she didn't go anywhere.
All she could do was watch as a Kraang stepped closer to the girl with a syringe. And just like that, she screamed. The little girl was helpless, or so she thought. With one last effort to escape, she was able to break free. Fight back. Run away.
Flash.
Police tape.
Police.
Sirens.
Dead body.
Flash.
'So you've become the monster you really are.'
April gasped as she turned around, where a teen with thick waist length white hair with faint blue streaks, almost unnoticeable, in a braid wearing sleeveless ripped midriff, ripped white shorts, silver gauntlets, and white flats, and a mutant the turtles described as Spider Bytes, were standing on the same rooftop was April was. But neither acknowledged her presence.
'...who are you?' the mutant asked. It looked the girl from bottom to top, then he realized. '...Trisha?'
The girl clicked her tongue, her lilac eyes shining with anger. 'Did you seriously think that you'd get away with clean hands after what you've done?'
'I'm a freak, and so are you, young lady.'
The girl shook her head, 'When are you going to learn?'
She reach behind her and pulled out a knife.
'W-what are you doing with that?'
'The same thing you did to mom.'
Screaming.
Begging.
Regretting.
April watched as the girl stabbed the poor spider mutant on the belly, cutting off the limbs on his head in the most brutal way possible. There was green blood everywhere, yet she was not yet satisfied. Then, just when the girl was about to stab his face, he begged.
'Wait, I'm sorry, I'm regret everything I've done. Please, let me live!' Spider Bytes cried.
The girl's face softened a little, and the maniac grin on her face disappeared.
'Are you really, really sorry?'
'Yes, yes I am. I'm really sorry, Tasha.'
The girl's face twisted in anger.
'It's Trixie, remember that.'
With one cry, she stabbed the knife through his head, making him explode, if that was the best way April could put it.
'And to think, Casey Jones is with that girl.'
Then, there was darkness.
9
April groaned as her fuzzy vision began to clear. She saw a turtle, the genius to be specific.
"D...Donnie?" She groaned as she tried to sit up, Donnie helping her.
"Nice to see your awake, April. We were really worried," Donnie said.
"Wa…What happened?"
April looked around her, she was still in the alley. She and Donnie weren't alone, which was a good thing. Vi, Leo, Raph, Mikey, Tasha, Jel, Ellie with wolf cub Pop on her shoulder, Vikie, Ro, Casey...Trixie.
I'll do everything myself.
W-what are you doing with that?
The same thing you did to mom.
It's Trixie, remember that.
Eyes white, April took flight into the air.
"April!"
"She looks like she's headed towards the Channel 6 building."
"C'mon, team, let's go!"