It was after school, and you were already at your locker, fidgeting with your lock and praying that it would open soon. You glared at the silver object and finally noticed what was hindering you. Upon closer inspection there was a key jammed into the bottom and snapped at the base.

Your eyes relaxed and you went to turn in search of a janitor. This was not the first time, this had happened a few times previously. One of the students had thought today would be a good day for a repeat. Before you had turned all the way, black and white swarmed your vision. Looking up you saw Casey, smirking. "Having trouble there toots?" He asked and winked at you. You gave him an unemotional stare. "Um, n-" you didn't finish as he brushed past you to observed your lock. "So, some bozo shoved a key in here and snapped it?" He asked for once without trying to flirt. He seemed genuine, "Why would someone do that?" He asked looking you in the eye. You didn't blink or flinch as you pointed down to the floor where post it notes were scattered, along with pre-chewed gum. "Its not the first time." You said a he bent down to grab a few post it's and read them aloud.

*Looser, Bitch, Bastard, Useless, Worthless, unwanted, go away, just die..."

He looked up to you slowly in shock, "You're bullied?" The question was a horrified whisper, "Yes." You said impatiently, "Now can you move so I can get my lock fixed?" You attempted to fiddle with it, only for him to grab it. "I got the tools you need to fix it!" he said with a gap toothed smile. He pulled out of his bag a pair of needle nose pliers and set to work, not ten seconds later the key was out and he handed the now popped lock to you. He also handed you the needle nose pliers.

"Keep those, just in case." He said with a smile and backed away slowly pointing fingers guns at you. You blinked at him until he edged around the corner and out of sight.

Slightly amused you shook off his antics. Turning to your now functioning locker you swiftly, albeit clumsily, opened your locker and pulled out your (f/c) duffle bag and backpack. Throwing them both on you bolted out of the school, ok so more of a sad jog/limp because of your wounds.

( So hey, here's a time skip because I'm lazy, also how's the story going?)

Turning right you make it to your destination... an ally...

Yes an ally. Just enough sun light shown through the small area , bouncing off the trash cans and bear bottles illuminating it. It gave off a concrete mystical vibe and you were loving it! This small little expanse held so much potential you could barely breathe!

You pulled out your phone and a speaker with really bad audio quality. Setting both down on a trash can you turned your duffle bag upside down and a barrage of about ten different colored spray cans clattered to the ground. You savoured the sound, that was the sound of opportunity.

Grinning you picked up your phone and found your music app. You hit the playlist "Arty party" then shuffle and slipped away as barely recognizable words streamed from the crappy speaker.

You turned to the left and saw your prey, or canvas, a poor and unsuspecting white wall. What could you do with your latest victim, there were so many possibilities and you had all the time in the world (about 2 hours, but who was counting, really?)

Grinning psychotically you bent down and picked up a bright orange spray can and set to work. The sound as the paint streamed from the nozzle had you fidgeting with joy. The harsh chemical smell had long sense stopped bothering you, but you raised your collar over your nose anyway.

Picking up another can another burst of color streamed from the new one this one much darker and colder.

You sighed in content as you slowly began to melt into a loose rythme.

Green here, a light blue there, can I shade with some purple?

Your thoughts swam as your creativity came alive, like wild fire it spread. You still had to work around your cracked rib, bruised shoulder, and throbbing face but you were so happy you ignored it as best you could.

Getting into the music was easy and you began to sing along, you danced around to your own beat and just let loose and relaxed.

Something impossible to accomplish at "home". You shook the thought off.

You're free for now so chill...

Doing just that, you barely noticed as the time slipped by, song after song, idea after idea the sunset and the street lamps kicked on and 5:30 had well passed when you finally snapped out of it with the aid of your speaker making the most ungodly sound accompanied by the clatter of a trashcan. Starteld you dropped your can and the lyrics of the song died on your lips.

~Transition to a little earlier like right at sundown, hehehehehe~

With the turtles

BEEEEEEEEEPPP BEEEEEEEEEPPPP

"Donnie cut that damn alarm off! What is it even for?" Yelled a certain hothead.

"Sorry, sorry! It's an alarm I gave to Mr. Murakami just in case he ever had some trouble..." Donnie trailed off, while looking around at his brothers.

"Wait something's happening at Murakami's!" Mikey screamed panicking.

"Then what are we waiting for? I've been waiting all day to pound something, no, SOMEONE!" Raph said pounding his fists and smirking.

Leo smiled, "Alright team let's head out!"

And just like that, they were a team on a mission (A/N comment if you get the reference)

(At Murakami's)

"Booyakasha!" Mikey wailed as they burst through the door, only to find Murakami cowering behind the counter, no criminals in need of a beat down in sight. The shop was a mess with broken glass and over turned chairs, dents in the counters and food thrown everywhere.

" Mr. Murakami!" Leo yelled as he hopped over to check on the poor old guy. "What happened? We got the alert, are you ok?" Leo looked him over, he had a few bruises but nothing incredibly serious.

"Oh, it's just you boys, I thought they had come back. They were very violent for some reason today."

"Who was it Mr.M?" Mikey asked looking over the counter, "The Purple Dragons."

Growl

Everyone turned to look at Raph who looked more pissed than usual, "Those assholes! How dare they do this to you! Let's go pummel those swine!"

(A wicked cool transitoooooinnnnnn)

Stopping you turned around to see what had happened. Your speaker had been smashed, no obliterated by...was that a bat? Looking up to the owner you silently cursed. It was the Purple Dragons.

"Hey there, (interest derogatory nickname)." Greeted Fong

Your eyes slightly widened, he hadn't used that one since the day you had your first run in with them. It was about a year ago when it all went down...but that stories for another day. Just know that you walked away with a lot less than you came with.

Blinking at them you asked, "Can I help you assholes?"

You only exceeded in making them angry. The tension in the small area became tangible and you were suffocating over the thought of your already injured body. If this went down as it usually did, then you might not walk away like all the times before.

"You know what we came here for slut! Don't play dumb, give us the money and then you'll be left alone for another month."

Sighing you began to shuffle over to your bag, "Fine fine, don't get your panties in a wad, just let me get the money-" you were cut off as a small knife flew past your face and into the graffitied wall behind you. Your eyes were wide as you turned to them again.

"We're not dumb girly!" You cringed, you hated that nickname more than the word slut.

"We know you don't pack lightly, especially on this side of town, Tsoi go check the bag! Grab her Sid!" Fong snapped his fingers.

Sid grabbed you roughly causing you to hold in a cry of pain. He got a good grip on your arms and I twisted them dangerously behind you. You froze feeling the bizarre sensation right before your arm snapped. Luckily he didn't push any further. The pain in your shoulder had you ripping a whole in you bottom lip. Your rib throbbed with what you were enduring.

Tsoi sauntered to the bag and fished out two black and silver blades. "Here ya go boss!" He said tossing them to Fong.

Taking a moment Fong admired the two weapons. He held them up in the light and smirked, "You're practically harmless without these troublesome things." You growled lowly just praying to be anywhere else.

"Hey, Tsoi, does she have the money?" Fong asked getting bored of the blades. "She ain't got it boss..." The man trailed.

Fong growled in rage. You stayed as composed as you could, but on the inside you were a melting pot of emotion. What were you going to do?

They already had you pinned.

Fong had your only chance of escape.

And you didn't have their money.

No running.

No hiding.

You were screwed.

"Eh bitch!" Yelled Fong, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"You don't have the money..." he slowly began to walk forward, like a predator with his prey insight. You made eye contact and a sudden gleam slipped into his eyes and a chill ran throughout your entire body. You knew that look, you feared that look, and there was no end to the fear as he eased ever closer.

You closed your eyes as he got into your personal space and only opened then when you felt his breath on your face. Looking into his eyes you say your own despair peering back at you and an ugly hunger that slept in your nightmares.

"You don't have the money" he breathed out, his breath reeked on tobacco and alcohol, the smell making your mind flash back to your "mother", only making you wallow more in self pity.

"No, I don't." You stated, voice cracking and wavering with just those few words.

"But" he said as if there was an upside to this situation. "You have something more valuable you could give us..." His voice was acid and it was eating away at you.

You didn't want to be here, why were you here, you just wanted to go home...home...

"No." Your pupils constricted, tears pricked your eyes and you went weak in the knees. Sid had to hold you up at this point.

"Oh yes~" Fong hissed as his mouth collided with yours.

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