Thoughts raced a million miles an hour through the fugitives mind as the four menacing turtles towered over her. "This is it", she thought to herself, "They've found me." Though she wasn't ready to give up yet, as she never was ready to ever give up, the world was becoming increasingly blurry. She took another look at her leg; seeing herself laying in a pool of her own blood was not the ideal last stand she wanted, but she knew this day would come. She knew they wouldn't be so generous the next time. They wouldn't make the same mistake again.

Her body trembled and her hands were cold, clammy and bloody. She tried to think of anything that could aid her escape, but she was losing blood quickly and didn't know how much longer she could pull through. There was no chance, the four figures were huge, fast and skilled; as they should be. They were terrifying and cold; exactly as promised. The girl swallowed thickly, unsure of what was to come next. She looked up to the figure standing in front of her, his almost glowing blue eyes bore into hers. He crouched down slowly, his piercing gaze never faltering. She felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Who are you, and why were you watching us?" Leonardo's voice was eerily calm, but also demanding. A deadly seriousness dripped from his words.

Paralyzed with fear, she couldn't answer. The figure drew one of his katana and held blade to her neck, the tip of the blade just resting on the fragile skin of her neck. This individual was definitely the culprit who had destroyed the cameras. This confirmed that they had known about him and his brothers. Who knew how long they'd been watching them. Leo couldn't take any chances. The thick tension was cut when a loud, gravelly voice came, impatience clear in their voice.

"Answer the damn question!"

The figure in front of her broke his gaze, much to her relief. He rolled his eyes and stood up, immediately arguing with the owner of said loud voice. Her ears rung louder with every moment that passed, so she didn't pay much attention to the distant sounding voices. Cold sweat dripped down the sides of the girl's face under her mask, her eyes glazing over. Donnie crouched down and pulled out a small pen light. With a click, it shone into her eyes, switching between the two. He stood up and tried to alert his two arguing brothers, but they were caught up in whatever they were yelling about.

The last thing the girl remembered was the two's loud arguing, but she couldn't make out anything they were saying. The one who had checked her eyes went back and forth between trying to get a response out of her and giving orders to the forth member. The world around her became muffled and disoriented. She tried her hardest to get a grip on herself, but she had already lost so much blood. She was exhausted; her adrenaline had run all out. She had managed one more turn of her head before she dropped, the world finally going dark. The voices around her faded and a wave of contentment came over her. The last thing she felt was a large, but soft hand grab hers as she slipped away into unconsciousness.

Flashes of bright lights, talking, and movement filled her dreamless sleep as she slipped in and out of consciousness. Something in her subconscious knew she was in an unfamiliar place, but her body was so heavy and tired. Occasionally when she would slip into consciousness for a moment or two, she would see a big figure in the dim room she laid in. It was a big round black mass that seemed to be moving. Sometimes she heard humming coming from it and sometimes she could make out a face and something purple. She wasn't able to tell what is was and she'd slip back out.

The girl was pulled from her comfortable dark abyss by a steady, shrill beeping noise. Her eyelids felt like concrete, and it took way more out of her than it should have for her to open her eyes. She scanned her surroundings as far as she could see without turning her head, which was pounding harshly.

"A concussion", she thought to herself, "I've had worse".

She tried to lift her head, but a sudden sharp pain that attacked her whole head forced her to stop.

After a moment, she opened her eyes again and looked down at herself. She saw that she had on the same clothes, except the bottom of her left pant leg was missing and replaced with several bandages. Both of her arms had IV needles sticking in them, one in the crook of her right elbow and the other in her left hand. The needles were connected to drip bags on either side of her bed. Following the bag on her right back down to her arm she noticed something wrapped around her wrist. She lifted her hand slightly, but was stopped by a thick leather restraint that was connected to the bed. Her mind went blank the moment realizing she had been taken captive.

Her heart rate sped up as fear and questions flooded her mind. Where was she? Why was she in this bed? Who bandaged her wound? Why wasn't she dead yet?

She hadn't realized that she was also hooked up to a heart monitor, which began beeping loudly. She looked over at her left arm to see the same kind of restraint around that wrist too, and two more at her feet one wrapped around each ankle. She pulled against the restrains, becoming more and more frantic and desperate to get out. Finally, the thick strap around her right wrist gave way. She clawed at the strap around her left hand, which was much easier to get off with another hand. She sat up quickly, wincing at the pounding in her head and burning pain in her thigh.

After hurriedly untying her feet, she went onto ripping out the needles in her arm, hand and any other patches that were stuck to her. Looking around, she found that she was alone, but after taking off the heart monitor, she knew it was only a matter of time before someone else came in.

After unhooking everything from herself, she swung her right leg over the side of the bed. Her left leg was in a large splint and thickly bandaged, so it took a lot of strength to move it. And a lot self restraint to not cry out at the burning pain that shot through her leg. She knew she had gotten hurt bad, but somehow didn't expect it to hurt like a motherfu-

Suddenly a large door at the end of the room swung open, revealing a large dark figure. The girl's breath caught in her throat as she slipped to the floor as quietly as she could, muttering a curse under her breath. She crawled under the bed, which was dark due to the minimal light in the sketchy room she was in. Heavy footsteps quickly reached the bed she was just in, but she was already halfway out from under it, dragging her weak body across the cold concrete floor under what looked like a desk or table.

The girl could barely hear anything over the loud pounding in her head and her own heavy breathing she was trying to steady, so when her captor realized she was crawling away, he quickly caught up to her. She gave a small cheer for herself in her head when she found a small opening in the wall across from the desk she crawled under. Just as she reached the opening however, something grabbed onto her right ankle. It was a hand, a large, menacing hand.

Her stomach dropped. She slowly looked over her shoulder, bracing herself for whoever was going to be there. Images of the scariest human beings raced through her mind, as she wondered what the last face she would ever see looked like. Surely she was going to be killed, right here and now. As she looked however, she came face to face with a large, horrifying non human being. All color drained from her face as she shook, eyes locking with the glowing red eyes of a large hulking monster.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The voice was not how she expected at all. She imagined a deep, gravelly voice with venom dripping from its words. She imagined the owner of the voice was a dark heavy built monster that could kill her with one blow. And there were four of them, if she could remember, if that was really happened. She remembered the piercing blue eyes that burned into her soul, but was surprised to see two large amber eyes looking at her, in a mix of confusion and amusement.

The large figure crouched down, attempting to make himself seem smaller and less of a threat. It wasn't working as well as he had hoped, because she had begun to squirm in his firm grip.

"Hey hey, don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." the figure said in a calm voice, a hint of amusement hidden in his voice.

The girl frantically looked around, searching for anyway out, or anything she could use to protect herself. A small gleaming object caught her eye, and it was just within arms reach. Catching her captor off guard, she snatched the object, whatever it was, and swiped at him. The sharp object made contact with him, causing him to recoil and let go of her ankle.

The girl used this opportunity to drag herself from his reach. She grabbed onto the top of the desk and heaved herself to her feet, only putting weight on her right leg. At this altitude, the room and the figure was in a better life. She could clearly see now that the person looming over her was a...

"A fuckin' turtle?" She thought to her self.

The turtle-monster being held a large hand to his face, where she had swiped him. A bit of blood had trailed down his hand, suggesting she had got him good. As the turtle-being stood up straight, the girl craned her neck and looked in astonishment at how massive this being was. It has to be at least 7 feet tall...

The being looked to her with one eye, the other half of his face covered by his hand. In the other hand, was a pair of worn glasses, the bridge tapped to keep the frame together. The girl was already trying making a run for it again, but she wasn't making it very far.

"Hey stop! You're going to get hurt! I'm trying to help you!" The turtle called after her.

He reached out his free hand tried to grab her, but she slipped out of the way just in time. Unfortunately, the sudden movement threw her off balance and sent her crashing into a metal cart of miscellaneous tools and parts. The crash rang loudly through the room and she fell to the ground hard.

Things after that went too quickly for the girl to process. Another large figure, or two, came rushing into the room. Arguing, or yelling was shot back and forth between them. She felt her left leg burning and her head was pounding even more. The room became hazy and dizzy. She could feel herself slipping into the comfortable darkness again. She fought to stay awake, but it was too much.

I was going to make this longer, but I think stopping at 1,800 words was good enough for tonight :)

I'll be honest, it feels nice to write again, even though I'm really just revising these first couple of chapters. I think that's a good start to getting back into writing. I'm actually proud of this story now lol. I bet you tomorrow I'm going to read this over and wonder wtf was I thinking but that's ok. We ourselves are always our worst critics.

Little by little, my oc's backstory will be revealed, so y'all won't be kept in the dark for too long

hope you like it :)