Danger Alert
"What happened," I ask, turning into a dragon when a chain wraps around my neck and tries to force me into the alley down below, my claws scraping the rooftops to try to hang on. "Help."
"Come here, you," a strange voice whispers, yanking on the chain. "I'm going to turn you into my pet."
"Faith," Raph yells, trying to cut the chain without any luck. "I'm going to get you out of this."
Before anything else can happen, I disappear over the edge of the roof and I'm pinned to the cold ground, my wings tied closed and my head held down by more chains. "This will assure that you won't turn on me," a guy says, his white hair and pale green eyes unforgiving, putting a cup to my mouth with light blue liquid in it.
Trying my best, I turn my head away but a crane forces my mouth open. The blue liquid travels down my throat, making me gag and nearly spit it out again if a glass tool wasn't forcing it down. "What was that," I gag, seeing Raph try jumping down but a couple people holding him. "And what do you want with me?"
Yellowed teeth show in a grin as the guy reaches his hand down to me. "I want you to protect me and be my pet… to protect me from all threats in NYC."
My eyes widen and my instincts change, making me stop struggling against the chains. "Fine. I'll protect you. I know a few threats on the rooftops right now."
The older guy lets the chains go off of me and I fly up to the rooftop the turtles are on.
"You are seen as a threat to my new master," I snarl, making the four turtle's eyes widen.