Wolf (a TMNT story)

My fate is sealed for now

I am not your normal teen. No, I'm not. I won't resent it, because I know it's not worth it. I'm not saying I'm proud about who I've become, but I'm not a monster and I refuse to become or believe I am one. Or maybe I am a monster and I refuse to admit that I am one. I do what I have to, to survive. Hoping that one day I could see my family again, if they'd even except me. Which, I doubt.

Anyway, your probably wondering why I'm ranting all of a sudden. I have lycanthropy, or I'm a werewolf. It all started when I was five.

My father was a martial arts master. He taught classes for ninjutsu on Thursdays, but he taught me everything he knew. I lived on the harsh streets of New York City, and not in the rich part of town. Where I lived, gangs roamed the streets at night, muggers stole from anyone stupid enough to go out a night without knowing how to defend themselves or at least have the common sense to travel in numbers.

I learned quick and fought anyone who got in my way. Maybe it's because I was in good shape that I was used as an experiment, or maybe it's something else, I don't know. And I'm not going back to those stupid freaking aliens and ask unless it's to give em' a whooping. Geez, I'm ranting again.

Back to the explanation. When I was thirteen my whole life changed, forever. I was walking at night (stupid, I know), and saw a group of weird look alike dudes that were packing chemicals into a van. They looked pretty suspicious if you'd ask me. I remember walking up to them and saying, "What are you boys doing out here? And what are you doing with that?" I said it cockily, because I thought I could beat them. I was pretty high in ninjutsu for my age and could beat my dad in a fight. I figured these guys would be a piece of cake.

I underestimated them, a mistake I swore to never do again.

"It is the one known as the girl who is at the place which is the place where the one known as the girl should not be." One said as he pulled out this gun that was even weirder than the guys themselves.

"What? God you guys need to take some classes in vocab. In the meantime, I'll give you another class you should be interested in, Pain 101." I pulled out I switch knife I had in my pocket of the jacket I wore and flipped it open. This wasn't my actual weapon of choice, those were kept a secret, but this would do for now. My smirk widened and I took a fighting stance.

The guys shot their guns, which blasted a pink laser looking bullet at me. I growl as one grazed my shoulder. I ignored the pain and my smirk became a look of hate.

"Kraang. Do not severely damage the one known as the girl. The one known as the girl can become the one which is known as the test subject for that which is known as the mutagen." One of the "Kraang" said.

"Test subject?!? Oh hell no! You ain't using me as an experiment!" With that I drop kicked the one that spoke and kicked the other into the dumpster. I backflipped to avoid a blast and threw the switch blade at another Kraang.

It lodged itself into its head and I winced, but it faded as I saw circuits and wires flicker on impact. They're robots! I then pulled out the knife and stabbed another Kraang bot. Then, one hit my head with its blaster, making my vision blur a bit. I scowled and bit back a wince as another sent its (although human looking) metal foot onto my head, causing the world to spin. I shook my head to ease the dizziness and raised my fists to block an oncoming punch from a Kraang and gave it a punch of my own. I felt an agonizing shock ripple through my back, and the black spots surrounding my vision grew, until I was barely conscious and on my knees. Another shock forced me to, finally, fall with a thud. I felt my body being pulled and thrown into the van, and the movement as they drove me to who knows where.

As they did, thoughts swirled in my head and questions fogged my mind. Would I ever see my family again? Am I gonna die here? Is this really the end? Then there was a small seed of hope and determination that suddenly grew abruptly. I will not die. My fate has not been sealed, and if it has, than screw that. I'm getting out of here. I'm going to see my family again.

I felt the van stop with a jerk, and heard the doors open. My arms were lifted and I was carried out of the van. They dragged me for a while, but dropped me off in a room. I was still only half-conscious so I don't know the details. I felt the cold surface of a table and my arms and legs were strapped to it. I felt I light on the other side, through my eyelids. Eventually, I opened them, but closed them again. The light was blinding, but I quickly got used to it. The light was moved and I could see my surroundings.

It was a lab. Mostly silver and pink (I guess it's their signature color) and a long needle stood above my head, and beside both my arms. On a chart there was a picture of a black wolf and a DNA symbol beside it. On a counter, I saw a canister of glowing ooze which I assumed was mutagen. Then a droid with a bubble gum pink alien inside its stomach walked in with a beaker. It filled it with mutagen and something else (still assuming), DNA.

It loaded it into a compartment on the needle above my head and did the same for the other two. Another droid walked in, this time with its human skin still on.

The first Kraang did some weird touchy-feely thing on the computer and the needle machine whirred to life. They steadily began inching their way towards my skin until they finally met it. Hello pain and agony, I'm Layla Walker.

The needles dug themselves a full five inches (arm needles) and one inch (head needle) into my flesh. Then, a liquid poured itself from the beakers and into my bloodstream, burning greatly as it did.

It took all I had in me to not scream or thrash. The burning sensation wasn't even the worst of it. I felt bones, from my spine and head, grow into something. It hurt so much. For this part I screamed. I felt prickliness, like needles coming out of my skin from the inside, all over these. Inside my mouth, my incisors grew incredibly sharp and it felt as if they were being filed to a point, which they probably were. Then, it all just stopped. I breathed heavily and felt the inside of my mouth.

I knew what these changes were.

I had just grown a tail, wolf ears, and fangs.

Once the experiment ended, I was roughly pulled from the metal table once the straps were taken off, and dragged to a cell. I was too weak to fight back, all I wanted was to close my eyes and awake from this dream, this nightmare. But sadly, fate had another plan for me.