Chapter One: Escape

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I have lived with my abusive father, Oroku Saki, ever since my mother was mysteriously murdered. My name is Emma Grace Searls, (Saki, now), and I am 15 years old. My mother died when I was three. So I have had abuse and neglect for 12 years straight! Here is my story of someone who saved my life and helped me fight. AND love.......

"EMMA SAKI!!!!" my angered father yelled. I run to his main room where his "throne" is and reluctantly kneeled to him for the sake of him not KILLING me. "My father," I say. "What have I done to anger you?" "Have you been training with your weapons?!" My weapons were the twin sais. "Yes, father, I have. Why do you ask?" "My guard has said he has not seen you in the dojo," my father said. "Is this true?" I look around, my heart full of pleasuring guilt. "Yes," I say with a smirk on my face. "I train on the rooftops to see if I can get attention from those 'vigilantes' you always talk about." My father got angrier. "You stay away from those FIENDS!!" he yelled. "Remember what they did to Ariel?"

When he said the name "Ariel", my heart clenched. Ariel was my mother. She was killed by these "creatures" when I was three. "Rocksteady! Bebop!" my father yelled. Bebop and Rocksteady were his mutant guards. Rocksteady was a rhino, and Bebop was a warthog. The bulky beasts came out from behind his throne. "What is your command, master?" Rocksteady asked. His voice cut through me like a knife through butter! "Put my, daughter, in the dungeon. THAT, will make her a more obedient and respectful child." my father said coldly. "Yes, master." Bebop said. They walked up to me and grabbed me by the arms. "NO!" I yell, trying to break free of Bebop and Rocksteady's iron grip. "You can't do this!!" "You may come out," my father started. "When you learn to be a loving daughter!" Then Rocksteady and Bebop literally drag me to the dark dungeon.

"Let go of me, YOU FREAKS!!!!" I yell as I kick Bebop in the face. His sharp left tusk cut open my leg. He didn't even wince! They put my hands in cuffs as they chained me to a stone wall. "Sorry, pretty girl. We don't take orders from YOU." Rocksteady cackled. I kick him in the stomach with my wounded leg. Blood splattered everywhere. They left me there locked up. Here is something you should of found out, I am a REAL HOTHEAD!!! I struggle but succeed to break the chains. I take my hoodie and rip a sleeve off and tie it on my gushing wound. I crawl out a window to the streets. I'm FINALLY FREE!!!!!

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