Locked In; A Tmnt Street Punks x Reader FanFic

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I remember something.

It's Late at Night. Or maybe just very early in the Morning, I can't tell. The Dojo is underground without windows or openings, the only way I can tell time is by when they fall asleep. Like now.

I haven't been able to make that shot since I did it this Afternoon. I keep remembering the way blood felt when it splashed on my skin. It's nothing like what happened with Ghost, where the blood flowed slowly, drenching me. This one was quick and sudden and it felt so real. Like it's happened before.

I touch my skin, and I can still feel blood droplets, they feel dried and I pick at my skin, peeling and scratching at imaginary blood until my skin peels and blooms crimson. Somehow this is better. This calms me. I look at it, watching as the blood swells and spills down my arm and I'm sure it's mine. I prefer it to be mine than someone else's.

I can't sleep.

I have too many things on my mind.

I feel like I'm missing something.

Like something is suppressed deep in my memory and no matter how intensely I stare at my wall, I can't recall anything.

I sit up and sigh, rubbing my hands over my face. The lack of knowledge I have about everything that has been going on around me is deeply concerning. I need to know more, if I know more, I might remember more, or at least get a better idea. But Swift doesn't let me use the computer.

But Swift is Asleep.

I bite my lip and peek through the crack in the door, it's pitch black and all the lights are turned off. I step out and creep into the living room on the tips of their toes as they do in the movies, which by the way, is harder than it looks, especially if you lack stamina like me.

The main computer is sitting on the island table near the kitchen it's the crib computer but M.C uses it the most because he does all his hacking stuff on there. I've asked him to teach me but Swift is a Jackass and prefers that I don't know too much. Which is sort of fair. This is a kidnapping after all.

I open the Laptop and turn it on and I'm greeted with a blinding light from the screen, causing me to hiss and cover my eyes.

I blink my eyes to adjust to the Light and reduce the brightness of the screen to the lowest. There's a passcode but I've lived with these boys for about 3 months and I think I know fairly their line of thinking. I type in '12345' and it opens instantly.

I open the browser and type in my father's name, I'm surprised by how many results pop up, Article after article, website after website, dating as far back as the beginning of the internet. I look at the little numbers at the side of the screen, '20,567 search results.'

Why is there so much on him online? And none of them look good. I get this queasy feeling in my stomach, hesitant to open the latest one, a Wikipedia article. I can't go through everything in one night, but I can do just a little bit.

My eyes scan quickly through the words of the Article, my breath quickening as my fingers tighten on the Mouse. I'm not sure what I was expecting and maybe this is exactly what I was expecting but that doesn't make the words any less devastating.  

F/N L/N is a notorious American mobster and the leader of the "Purple Dragons", one of the largest underground mafias in New York and America. According to reports, he has committed various crimes, including embezzlement, drug trafficking, and murder, among others, and is known for his brutality and victimization of others. His violent tendencies began at an early age and continued throughout his career, with many suggesting that he should be classified as a serial killer due to his extensive history of gruesome murders. He is rumoured to have murdered numerous victims, including those who had simply looked at him in a way he deemed unsuitable and buried their bodies deep in the woods in a place that has remained a mystery. 

I pause a pray that they don't mean anywhere close to where I lived.

The criminal organization known as the Purple Dragons, led by [F/N L/N] was among the most notorious and violent mafias of New York in the 1980s. [F/N L/N], also known as "The Lawless Legend" was a renowned mob boss who was notorious for his brutal and gruesome methods. His organization, the Purple Dragons, was responsible for numerous criminal activities. Despite his violent and ruthless reputation, [F/N L/N] was known to be close with another mob boss, known as "Big Ben," who was almost as cruel as he was. They ran the Purple Dragons together until they had a falling out following the tragic death of [F/N L/N]'s daughter Y/N L/N, whose body was found disfigured beyond recognition. Today, [F/N L/N]'s criminal empire is still growing, even though he is generally less violent and murderous than he was in the past. He still carries out his work as a crime boss and is known for leaving his initials carved into the bodies of those who cross him. The organization's legacy of brutality and mayhem is still feared by many, and they remain one of the most notorious mafias in the city's history.

My car crash.

I click the link that has my name highlighted and in it, is a picture of what I guess is supposed to be my body. I almost scream and my hand flies to my mouth. I can barely recognize the face of the little girl in the picture, no wonder they would think it was me, it could be anyone. But I know who it truly is.

April O'Neil.

I shudder and think about Ghost. Where was he when this happened? Did he hear about it on the News one day, or was he there for it? The more I think about it, the worse I feel for the little Ghost that lost someone important to him in such a way. I bite my lip, maybe I've been insensitive.

I sigh.

I'll think about this later. I read on.

F/N L/N is also rumoured to have a particular habit of carving his daughter's initials on the bodies of enemies and those who cross him, leading him to be nicknamed after this brutal sentiment. He is a highly feared figure and is widely recognized as one of the most notorious underground figures in New York.

I scroll past the pictures, squirming at each one, the initials look like they were carved with glass, and some of them have lost body parts, fingers, toes, and ears. I shudder and scroll faster. I don't understand. Im not dead, he knows I'm not dead, so why do this?

I read through the crimes, murder, fraud, drug trafficking, impersonation, arson, Destruction of Government property, embezzlement of funds, kidnapping and hoarding of toxic chemicals for mutagen experimentations, resulting in the death and disfigurement of dozens of innocents.

Experiments?

I squirm slightly in my set and move to the next heading, 'Early Life.'

Surprisingly, this paragraph is incredibly short. Turns out, no one knows where he came from or who he used to be before he became a crime boss. No mention of siblings, parents or any other relatives, no mention of where he was born or where he grew up, and nothing about previous jobs or education. He just...Appeared one day, out of the blue, as if he had been building his empire silently without anyone knowing, shocking the world with his violence. there is absolutely no history behind who he is.

I furrow my brows at the screen, unsure of how to feel. Nothing? Absolutely No history?

I read through the Article, skipping the headings detailing the specifics of each crime, I've seen enough of that, I don't need anything to make my heart sink into my stomach. I get to the end of the article and look through the 'related names.'

My name is in there, obviously but so is Big Bens and I contemplate clicking that first.

I scroll just a little further.

Yvonne L/N

Yvonne L/N

My heart stops.

I click it.

Error Error! Page not found!

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