A/N
~I know this is kinda random but I've been inspired by two of my best friends to write this, Sydney_Glover and Alexi-Kiro. I am in love with their art and writing so I decided to write one too. The picture provided is my OC Crimson.
I don't know as much as my friends do on TMNT but I'm going to try my best to get everything right. Now enjoy!
Italics is thoughts. Well if italics work...~
The Kraang burst in through the door, not caring at all. My mother hurriedly fumbled with the locket around her neck. Once she had it undone her hands flew to my neck and clasped it onto me. The Kraang ripped her away and shot her with their blasters.
I ran upstairs to my bedroom and locked the door, hoping that would keep them out. Grabbing a duffel bag, I stuffed clothes and toiletries into it. Then I realized. I am upstairs with no exit. The only way is to go through them.
Wait! My window! I ran over to it and tried to pull it open. Wouldn't budge even an inch. Okay now what do I do? Break it?
As I grabbed ahold of something heavy, the door was off and across the room with Kraang filling in. Slamming the object into the glass and shattering it. I jumped up in the window sill and looked down. Oh that's high. Will my little 8 year old body make it? Well I have no other choice...
I jumped. That's all I remember until I woke up the next day in a hospital...
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DiversosWith her mother and father gone, Crimson was forced to live in an orphanage until the age of 14 until she ran away. By then she had so many bruises and scars on her skin, along with the scars of her past, from the beatings of that awful place. She r...
