Two updates in one night. Scary. Don't own the TMNT, just OC. Reviews my dears, reviews

The hard jolting aroused the girl from her slumber. The pounding was murdering her vision as she tried to open up her eyes. Last thing she recalled something hitting her leg before the Shredder's men surrounded her. Before her father could reach her, one of the men slammed their gun against her face. The girl calmly gathered her thoughts and slowly sat up.

The sound of metal dragging caught her attention. Her wrists bound together in a metal clasp and hooked by chains to the bottom. Panic rose up inside of her chest as the reality of her whereabouts hit her. She remembered her uncle's teachings to keep calm and mind her surroundings. The cage she sat in was five by four feet with titanium steel bars, barely any room to stand or stretch out. By her calculations, escape was very probable if she was given more time. The cage was on some sort of cart with two men in front and two in the back. They were dressed in dark business suit and ties as sunglasses covered their eyes. She pulled against the chains to check for resistance. No give.

One of the men grinned crookedly and nudged his partner. "Well, well, look who's up." He winked at her as he patted his gun. The other man nodded. "Dictator will be highly pleased to know we not only found a mutant but one of the Ninja Turtles."

The teenager girl kicked against the bars. "I'm not a mutant, you dumbass."

"Really, girly girl? I don't think so. I mean look at you."

She snarled at them. "I'm a natural-born. If mutants are based on looks, why aren't you in jail?"

The man's face grew dark as he ran up to the cage and slammed his gun against it. The metal ringing echoed in her head. "You better watch yourself, freak," he threatened.

Before she had time to buck up, a pair of metal doors slid open. The front men stopped the cart and trailed their guns on her. She couldn't fight them here despite her training. Too many people and not knowing how to get out of here. The other two men cautiously opened her cage, grabbed her chains, and escorted her out.

She blew on piece of dark hair to remove it from her face as she entered the room before her. The walls were sterile white marble while the floor was dark cherry. Before them was a large platform with a throne like chair. A deep red rug rolled up the middle of the aisle.

"Bring her forward," a thunderous voice arose for the throne. Chills went down her back as the men pulled on her chains. She took several deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart. She couldn't let the fear leak out. The girl looked up at the dark figure walking around the throne. He stood tall and bulky. His armor was gray steel covered with gleaming blades. Small red eyes beamed down on her from his helmet.

"Dictator," she whispered.

With a nod of his head, the men pushed the girl to her knees. Slowly the Shredder walked to her and grabbed her face as if studying her. She knew he was grinning even with his mask on. After a few moments, he released her face.

"What is your name?" Shredder asked. The girl remained quiet. "You cannot hide your identity from me. I know you're the daughter of one of the Turtles'. You do indeed look so much like your father."

She gritted her teeth. "Then you know I'm a Hamato then and of natural-born." Shredder slammed his fist on the arm of his throne, breaking it as it fell to the floor. "Do not mock me, Hamato, about your birth status. You came from a freak of nature and so is your blood tainted."

Red filled Hamato's vision as she jerked forward, knocking over one of the men. She smashed her bounded wrists against the other one's face and jumped forward at Shredder. Other men grabbed her restraints and pulled her back. The Shredder's chilling laughter echoed throughout the room.

"Oh, yes. You are a Hamato and descendant of those Ninja Turtles. Your skills are much advanced than your relatives when they were your age."

"I have some good teachers," she replied.

"Where are your father and uncles at?"

Hamato stared ahead and remained silent. Shredder approached her with his gauntlet unsheathed. She bit her bottom lips as she felt the sharp points barely piercing her skin on her face. "Your father wouldn't like it if you went back with an ugly scar, would he?"

Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill down her face. She silently prayed her father would come for her and keep her family safe.

After a few more moments, Shredder shook his head. "Time's up." A blood curling scream escaped her throat as the blades bit through her cheek.

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