Risen from Ashes

Act one, Part Two: In Her Cage

WARNING: ABUSE VIOLENCE AND CHILD ABUSE

Meanwhile, on the other side of New York City. Just on the outskirts. It is a small area that doesn't look very healthy; the road is cracked badly, the buildings look worn down, and the sidewalk has cracks that the grass is growing under and have not been watered all day. If you take one look and think this part is badly ruined by the Krang, not true. It has been like this for sixteen years since no one bothers to take good care of this community. The people here are bitter and living sideways, with no money or job to get themself a good home, so they are stuck here for good.

On the sidewalk, a figure dressed in dirty black pants, Converse shoes, and a dirty purple hoodie, hands inside the pockets, and the hood is up and covering their face, but the long brown hair is sticking out while they are walking forward, passing the homeless. They are facing down, not even bothering to look up, while they bumped into citizens who all yelled at them for bumping into them and not apologizing, not even caring to look up, just walking down while staring down and hands in their pockets.

They walk to a small park, but the grass is dried and ruined, the benches are broken and have splinters, and the trees are old and nearly dying. There are barely a few people here, but to them is an excellent place to be. Their head turns and scan the area as if they are looking for something. Nothing but a group of homeless people, a kid with a mother and two men with a bottle of beer. So far, it looks like nothing interesting is happening here. So they walked to the dying tree and sat on the grass.

They pull their hands out, revealing a soft tan skin, grab the edge of their hood, and pull it down. This person is a young teenage girl, roughly around sixteen years old. Her long brown hair reached her knees and covered the left side of her face. Her face had sets of freckles on her nose, but her eyes had heavy bags under them. Her eyes are forest green, showing many sad events in her time. She let out a sigh. "No animals here..." she whispered.

She reached inside her pocket and pulled a small wood turtle out. He opened his eyes and looked up at her; he smiled lovingly while staring at her lovingly. "At least I still got you, Bello." She smiled down at him as she rubbed him between the bridge of his eyes; he leaned into her touch, enjoying this feeling of being petted. He even let out a churring sound.

Then the two heard snickering behind the tree. She put Bello in her pocket and turned around, seeing two teenagers laughing while pointing at her. She only groaned and rolled her eyes 'not this again.' She thought to Herself,

" Hey, it's Arianina Luck, the freak of New York." The teenager with long blonde hair and dressed in a pink color taunted.

" I know; look at her clothes." Her friend snickered with her, her long black hair in a ponytail and dressed in green color, chuckled cruelty. "Does she need to get more clothes? Cause it looks like it hasn't been washed in years!"

" yeah! And a bath and a haircut!" The two girls laughed in a hurtful way.

Arianina shook her head and pushed herself up, dusting herself off the dead grass and crossing her arms as she glared at the two with a hateful expression. "I can hear you jerks." She mentions to them. The two only snared at her, but Arianina didn't care; she pulled off a look to try to make herself look tough.

" And what are you going to do about it, Unluck?" The blonde teen asked tauntingly.

Arianina walked straight to her, still holding that look of Aggressiveness. She would have rolled her hoodie sleeves to avoid it weighing her down, but she mentally fought that urge and walked to them until she finally faced the blonde-haired teen. She glared at her, puffing out and in.