TMNT
Mutant Kunoichi
A girl from our world is somehow transported to the TMNT world, where she is subjected to becoming a mutant not in body, but in spirit. Protected by the turtles, and hunted by Foot Clan, will she find protection or even love?
CHAPTER TWO
I'm Becoming
I've never been a big fan of pain. I get nervous before I have injections at the doctors. I wince at the thought of Betadine on a scratched knee. I run at the sight of wasps.
So, to put it shortly, I'm no masochist.
Therefore, the pain I was enduring at the moment was enough to make me scream - if I could've. Trouble was, they'd somehow managed to paralyse me, so that I couldn't even speak, let alone scream. If I wasn't becoming a vampire, then I don't know what I was in for. Whatever was burning through my veins was doing something and, I don't know why I thought of this, but I believed it was mutagen.
But…how?
How could such a thing exist? Did this mean that the Ninja Turtles were real too? And…so, I was in another world, right?
My eyes were closed, as the pain wore on, but presently I was able to think around it…
No One's P.O.V:
The silent scream…heard not by those listening above…but in the minds of those who dwell below…
On a quite street, which had only one street light, there was a slight metallic sound, as a manhole cover was pushed aside. A pair of brown eyes peered cautiously out, before whoever it was slid the manhole cover all the way off.
"That's the fifth one this week," The quite, calm voice said. "Another scream of pain and terror…"
"Yeah," Came a slightly younger sounding voice, as a second figure stepped out of the shadows in the sewers. "But this one was different."
With a quick and graceful movement, the first figure leapt out of the sewers, landing on the street above. He was a mutant turtle, measuring at five feet two inches tall, and he was a light green colour. He wore a purple mask, and had a bo staff strapped to his back. His name was Donatello. "How so?" Donatello asked his youngest brother.
The second turtle jumped up onto the pavement. He was a much darker green than his brother, and wore an orange mask. His weapons of choice happened to be nunchakus. His name was Michelangelo. He held up his hands, his three fingers making a love-heart shape. "This one was a girl."
Donatello rolled his eyes. "What difference does that make?"
"It makes all the difference to me, especially if she's pretty." Michelangelo's blue eyes sparkled.
Donatello had to refrain from rolling his own eyes a second time. "Yeah, well, let's just hope that she lives long enough for us to find out…" Donatello was, naturally, curious. He loved to know all the facts. And, he was worried about what might happen to this girl. For weeks now, they had been hearing these tortured screams, knowing somehow that it was connected to them since only they could hear the screams. But, so far, not one victim had survived before the turtles could find them, using the strange mystic force that bonded them to track them down.
But, as Michelangelo had said, this one was different.
It was a girl. Maybe that meant she was special.
Maybe it meant that she would live - and the turtles could save her.
"This time I swear it's gonna be different." This was a turtle who was practically at war with the entire world, but he was making a promise as he rode astride a gleaming red motorbike, heading toward the place they all needed to go. The ribbons of his red mask streamed behind him, and his smouldering amber eyes were intense and focused. On his belt gleamed a pair of razor sharp sais. This was the second youngest brother, Raphael.
High above, on a rooftop, the fourth and final turtle watched his volatile but passionate brother, before closing his hazel eyes briefly. He wore a dark blue mask, and carried a pair of katana to use in battle. He was dedicated and focused, and right now he was making a vow of his own. "We will find you," The oldest brother, the leader, promised. His name was Leonardo. "We'll save you - I promise."
And, the word of Leonardo is a promise.
First Person's P.O.V:
And, I heard their voices, as I burned, and they filled me with some kind of hope, that maybe the situation wasn't as dark as I'd feared. I didn't know what was going on, or why, but knowing that they knew about me and wanted to save me was enough to relax me, to ensure that I would be alright.
I couldn't wait to meet them - I wanted to get to know them.
But then, at the very end, when the fire vanished and it became as cold as ice for me, I heard another voice.
His voice.
A voice I knew, somehow.
You are almost ready…almost complete… He said. You will be strong…invincible…a kunoichi like the world has never seen before…
My breath came out in short, cold gasps, as I kept my eyes tightly shut. There was a strange feeling in my chest, just above my heart. As if something was being tattooed there.
I knew the symbol.
As I knew the voice.
You will be strong…as you are mine.
I knew the voice.
And I feared it.