Four girls were walking to their car, they had just gone to the movies together as a best friend thing. But as they were walking across the car park a grey van pulls up near them. Not looking at the van they keep walking to their car. As they continue walking the van drove and parked front of them. The sliding door opened and several men exited. All had army looking clothes on and weapons on their belts.
"You four are coming with us for a special purpose," One says talking steps forward.
"What purpose?" The eldest of them asks. Her name is Tarin she has black hair, green eyes and three ear piercings and one piercing on her nose. She is wearing a black over sized jumper, denim jeans and black shoes.
"You have been hand picked to be betrothed to four males," Another says.
"We ain't marrying no one," Hayley says, she's the second eldest and by far the one with the most attitude. She has long dirty blond hair that reaches her lower back, light blue eyes with a dark blue ring around the iris. She is wearing a yellow striped shirt and black leggings with white shoes.
"They have already been brought from their home to wed you," The first said. The others grab the four girls and pull them into the van.
"Let. Go. Right. Now." the youngest Tahlia says, she had brown hair that reaches her shoulder blades, blue eyes with green around the pupil and a dark ring around the iris. She is wearing black jeans and a white shirt and black leather jacket over the top. Back and white converse are on her feet.
"How about you sleep on this decision and we can all come back here in the morning and you can take us then, look it's dark out," Poppy says trying to fool them, she is the second youngest age is always bright and cheerful. She has brown shoulder length hair that slightly curly. Freckles run along her nose and cheeks. She is wearing black leggings with denim shorts over the top, a rainbow tie died shirt and sneakers on her feet.
The men don't say anything more they just close the door behind them and drive off. The girls sit in the van and wait. Soon they come to a stop, or so they thought. There is a bright light streaming through the windows, not a natural light. The van starts to move again, outside you can hear people chatting and car engines. An un-natural light shone through the windows.
"Welcome to your new home, it's almost exactly like your home same places same seas, but the time difference is the opposite time to yours, and this place is full of mutants," The driver of the van says.
After maybe half an hour of driving the stopped the van and opened the doors. Slowly the four friends exit the van. Looking around it looked like a prison.
"What are we doing here?" Tarin asks.
"You will be meeting the males you will be married to, word or warning they ain't human," the driver of the van says walking to the front door. The girls follow, the make their way to what looks to be as four cells, but some of the walls were glass.
The girls were separated and put in different cells. The guards outside the door said they would bring in their soon to be grooms. They waited, a faint noise made them look up. It sounded like someone struggling, a couple of shouts were heard outside of the door. The door leading into Poppy's cell opened, and a mutant punk turtle was pushed into the cell. He pushed himself up of the ground and looked around, at first his eyes showed confusion but when his baby blue eyes fell on the girls it turned to hatred.
He stood up and kept his eyes on the four of them. He wore a orange shirt, black vest, grey pants with rips and the words 'MC' and 'do it' were stitched in them. He had orange and black shoes on his feet, multiple chains hung from his belt loops. On his head was a black flat cap with spikes and NYC printed on the front. A orange mask was wrapped around his eyes, they made his baby blue eyes stand out. He had some freckles on his cheeks to.
He didn't say anything, but as soon as he took in what the four humans in front of him looked like he turned around and banged on the door.
"Hey, open the door!" He yelled slamming his fist against the door.
His hand was now bruised, he stopped hitting the door when they all heard another voice."You assholes better let go," The voice said.
The door opens to Hayley's cell and a blue clad mutant turtle is pushed in. He is wearing a black jacket with a skull on the left arm and the word skull on his right, dark blue shirt under the jacket and several string chokers and a beaded necklace. He had black pants, black shoes and black fingerless gloves. He had a blue mask around his eyes and snake bite lip piercings. His eyes were a bright sapphire blue, but along with the orange turtle they were full of hatred. He eyed Hayley, before looking at the other turtle.
"Little bro you okay?" he asks.
The orange turtle nods holding his bruised hand."Who are you?" Tarin asks the turtles.
"We can ask you the same question," the blue punk says eyeing the four girls
"I'm Poppy and umm these are my friends Tahlia, Tarin and Hayley," Poppy introduced.
"Let me go you jackass," A brookyn accented voice sounds from the outside of Tarin's cell door. The door opend and a third turtle is pushed through the door. Once the door closed he looked around, his face features showed anger. He wore a red tank top with a black sleeves jacket with spikes over the tank. He had a black spoked collar with a broken chain hanging from the end, a red and black mask that went over his head. His eyes were mixed mached eyes, the right gold and the left emerald green a scar went over his right eye. He had camo pants with black combat boots. On his left arm was a tattoo, his skin was a dark green.
Looking at everyone his eyes land on the girl in his cell. Tarin. Looking at her up and down before looking towards the blue punk turtle."Swift, what the hell is goin' on?" He asks walking close to the glass wall seperating them.
"No clue, where's Ghost?" Swift asks, just as he asks that the door to Tahlia's cell opens and a forth turtle comes in. He has olive coloured skin and red eyes, purple and black flame like tattoos run up his arms most likely going on his chest. He wore a black turtle neck vest that covered half his face, purple mask is around his eyes with a black benie was on his head. He has grey pants with a brown belt, grey shoes on his feet and some fabric wrapped around his wrists.
"Umm dudes what do we do?" The orange turtle asks.
"Oh for fuck sake will someone tell us who you are," Hayley orders looking at the punks with frustration.
"Not with that attitude sweetheart~" Swift purrs walking towards Hayley.
"Swift really," the red punk says shaking his head.
"Hello everyone, how are we?" Someone asks their voice coming through a speaker in the ceiling.
"Tell us what going on!" Tarin shouts at the speaker.
"Calm down, you where all brough here to be wedded... Now in one hour you will be aloud out of your cells but you have to be back in you cell before your curfew ends," The voice tells them.
"What does wedded mean?" The orange punk asks looking at everyone.
"Like getting married," Tahlia replies. The punk nods in understanding before his head shot up and he shouts.
"MARRIED. WHAT!" everyone finches at his sudden outburst.
"CALM DOWN MATE AND STOP YELLING," Hayley yells at him.
"Still who are you?" Tarin asks.
"Names Rebel, these are my brothers Ghost, MC and Swift" the red punk says.
"Right, so anyone got a watch" Poppy asks.
"Why?" Tahlia asks.
"Because I need to go to the bathroom" poppy whines.
"You really shouldn't have skulled that bottle of water" Tarin says shaking her head.
Hey people this is a new book with a slightly new plot.
i will try and updated quickly.
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Arrangements (remake)
Fanfictionif you read my other arrangements book it's got the same plot, I recently found out more about the street punks and this story will change a bit because of that. enjoy 😊