Through a Wolf's Eyes

Beginnings

     Everything hurt... The only thought that could truly stay in my head was how much everything hurt. Every bruise, every cut, every muscle...hurt. It all hurt. Before now, I thought I knew what pain was. This... THIS was true pain. The reality was that I, at 13, went through a kind of abuse no one should suffer.

     Before now, I thought pain was being under the roof of overprotective parents. I thought pain was having to be the odd ball. I can't believe I very genuinely thought that real pain was being crushed under the unreachable expectations of everyone around me.

     From my place on the ground, I looked up at the tiny source of light that fell into my cell through a crack in the architecture. Would I ever be able to go outside again? With the shape I was in right now, not to mention my new physical appearance, that wasn't happening... At least, with hope, I wasn't leaving anytime soon. With no hope, I'd never see the outside world again.

     The cells smelt so musty and the scent of blood, old and new, left me with a constant migraine. The underground was lit very dimly. Going off of my own knowledge of history, this was truly a place meant to drive a prisoner insane. However, I was somehow lucky to not be on the brink just yet.

     Funnily enough, my one saving grace was in the hands of four turtles... Four teenage mutant ninja turtles were the only hope I had to get out of here. They owed me for this. They didn't know that yet, but once I get out, I'm demanding a large pizza all to myself.

     I should probably introduce myself.

     Hi. My name is Alexis Knight. I'm 13 and I was mutated by Baxter Stockman. Currently, I'm being held captive by the notorious Oroku Saki, also known as the Shredder. I was kidnapped from my dimension and have since been a prisoner.

     At some point in the past, I don't know how long exactly, I was a normal teen in the car with my mother. I had been in the passenger seat, watching the world go by. I was mad at her. Once again, being my overprotective mother, I had been denied, in front of the few friends I had, the chance to travel. All because I "wasn't old enough to take care of myself." Which, I found ridiculous due to the fact I was almost always left alone from 8am to 6:30pm. I felt more like a pet or a prize and being the adopted child intensified that. My feelings were unacknowledged and the next thing I knew, I was getting grounded for "talking back". The reality was that I was only trying to defend myself...

     The memory does cut for me. There was a loud bang. The car lost control and I blacked out. When I woke up again, I was being carried away from the scene of the crash. My mom was no where in sight. When I tried to move to find her, I realized I was restricted.

     "Hey, let me go!" I started to wrestle my way out, "Let me go!"

     "The one known as Alexis Knight, will not be released from what is known as "Kraang's grasp," my captor responded.

     Hearing the monotone voice I finally looked up to see who was holding me. I was very caught off guard seeing two identical men in suits. They held the same facial expressions and it took a moment to register that one of them had mentioned Kraang. The Kraang didn't exist...

     "No..." I started to struggle more, "No, no, no, no, no! Let me go! Let me go!"

     The grip on me tightened, "That is a negative. Kraang, open what is known as "the portal."

     The other one, with a small device, opened one of the same portals that I had seen from the 2012 series of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. There was no way these were Kraang. There was no way I was being captured by the Kraang. The Kraang didn't exist! That was soon proven wrong.