The Dress Shop (A jonatello story)

Danger

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Casey pov:

At 5am, I got up and started getting ready.

If I'm meeting with a lawyer, I have to look somewhat nice, plus it's a 10 minute car drive, a thirty minute walk, and we're meeting at 7.

I got dressed in a pair of my nicer black skinny jeans with my favorite simple but nice silver belt and a black t-shirt, pulling my hair up into a nicer looking bun.

Side note, I think we got the belt at like a Clair's or Walmart or something.

After I pulled back my hair, I got out my make up and did a very natural looking look, just hiding some scars and doing a simple fox eye with my eyeliner.

At six, I put on my black boots, nicer than my torn up Kombat/Skating boot, grab my phone and wallet, and head out the door.

Luckily, Jersey people like starting early, or at least in this city, cause most breakfast places are open right now.

There's a few breakfast places on the way to the location I'm meeting Mr. Ther. I'm going to stop at McDonald's for an oatmeal cup.

At 6:30, I arrive at the location he wanted to meet at, eating while I wait for him.

At 7:10, he arrived.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. You're not Mr. Casey Jones, by chance, are you?" He asked me as he stepped out of a limo.

I stood up. I'm about 5'8, he's, by the looks of it, about 6'7, almost a foot taller than me.

Other than his height, he looks almost exactly like Tony Starks, aka Iron Man.

"Yes sir, I am Casey Jones." I tell him, intimidated by him.

His presence wasn't exactly threatening, just alarming. Something was off about him, and I wanted to know why but also run from him at the same time.

He opens the door of the little shop that he wanted to meet at.

"You first, my boy." He tells me, I reluctantly walk in.

We sit down at a table when he brought the wills out, when finally, something clicked.

"Wait... Since I'm the last member of my family, doesn't that mean that all of them stuff they had is now mine?" I ask him. His face soured.

"... Why yes, this is just for legal reasons." He told me. He slid the first will to me, it was my mother's.

I read over it and quickly realized it was a scam.

"My mother didn't ever live in Texas. What game are you trying to play?" I ask him.

I'm not stupid.

My mother and father traveled to several places, even taking me to Japan when I was 4, but they never actually lived in Texas.

"What do you mean, boy?... You should know-"

"Nothing about my parents?... You see, the one good thing Jack and the adoption center ever did was let me look at my family's entire history. My mother kept a journal about everywhere she visited, and a different one for where she lived... So I ask again, what game are you trying to play?" I state and ask calmly.

He picked up his phone.

"You better get here quick, he knows." He tells the other side of the call, staring me down.

I quickly took that as a sign to run. I sprinted as fast as I could out of there, running back to the hotel.

In a dead sprint, I got to the doors of the hotel in 8 minutes before I was hit by something, something big.

It knocked me to the ground and took all the wind out of my lungs, which quickly started to act up.

So there I laid, on the ground, struggling to breathe, as thing that hit me got off of me.

"Master Shredder's going to be pleased." Razar smiled, he was the thing that hit me.

I reached for my pocket, trying to grab my inhaler, when he stopped me by grabbing my arms.

"... P-ple-eas-se... I-inh-hale-er..." I begged, struggling to speak, and the world getting blurry.

He reached into my pocket, taking it out and inspecting it, then pulling off the cap and putting it to my mouth.

"You're no use to us dead. Use it." He he told me, letting one of my arms go.

I quickly use it, immediately coughing afterwards, then I use it again. It takes a moment, the relief of being able to breathe washed over me.

After I was able to breathe semi-normally, he took the inhaler away from me and carried me off somewhere.

I couldn't stay awake, my weak heart and lungs tried keeping up while awake, but they couldn't. I fell unconscious as Razar carried me away.

After, I assume, a few hours, maybe days, I woke up in a cell. My duffle bag was outside the cell, but in sight, but so was a figure who held my inhaler.

"Hello, fag." I instantly recognize the voice.

"Jack, do your best not to scare him too much... Yet." Shredder walked in.

A third and fourth figure walked in, one being Razar. I couldn't make out the other one just yet.

"Casey, you're going to help lure the turtles and Hamato Yoshi here or we're going to see how much your heart and lungs can take." Shredder told me.

I got scared, backing away from the door as far as I could, which wasn't much further than I previously was.

"Part of that will consist of something you might enjoy, actually. Since you're gay and all." Jack spat out, then the last figure stepped into the light.

"Remember me, Casey?" A voice I never wanted to hear again spoke.

I fucking screamed bloody murder.

The last person was the man I never wanted to see again.

The one who gave me most of my scars and claimed to be a father.

It was... Nathan Hudson... My old "care giver" at the adoption center.
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