Fire In Her Eyes (A TMNT Story)

I Find Out That I'm A Walking Time Bomb

I woke up and the first thing I saw was a light. It nearly blinded me.

Am I dead?

My eyes adjusted to the light and I realized it was a ceiling light shining over me. I was laying on a cold platform in hospital gown. Hospital? That would explain why there were tubes coming out of me and a IV near my "bed"-- more like metal platform. Do hospitals do that now? I tried to sit up but something was keeping my wrists from moving; my ankles too were stuck in place.

I looked around to see half a dozen people not in scrubs, but instead in whitecoats. They were talking to each other and working on computers with words and phrases I didn't understand.

Subject... Mutagen... Experiment....

...Experiment?

I glanced down at my body to see metal restraints tightly strapped on my wrists and ankles, trapping me onto the platform I'm laying on. I pulled against the restraints but to no avail.

This is no hospital. And these people are not doctors, I realized.

I struggled against my restraints, overwhelmed with apprehension-- yanking and flailing wildly. I ended up making it nowhere, only a lot of noise from the all the clanking and grunting.

"Subject 6394 has awoken," a female whitecoat announced.

Subject?

Without warning, the whitecoats started to grab at me like I was some kind of wild animal and tried to hold me still. I fought even more, twisting and thrashing like a madwomen.

"Hey!!! Let me go!! What do you want with me?!" I screamed.

"Subject 6394 is unstable," one of the whitecoats trying to hold me down said. "We must sedate her."

"Very well," another agreed.

"What?!!! You're not sedating anything in me!" I screamed louder when I saw them take out a large needle. Panic washed over me as I realized the horror of my situation. "No, no please. Stop!! I said, STOP!!!"

 My heart suddenly started to burn at a ridiculous temperature. Except it didn't hurt. The heat traveled rapidly down and all over my body until my entire body felt like it was at 500°F. But I didn't feel feverish. My skin was searing; my breath felt hot.

What's going on? What's happening to me?

"Subject's temperature is rising rapidly. Sedate her now!" the women whitecoat ordered.

Just before they could bring the needle to my skin, fire abruptly exploded from my body, covering it entirely in flames. I heard screaming— I think some of it was me.

My whole body was on fire and yet I felt no pain. Only heat... and fear, which only fueled the flames.

My restraints that kept me bound had broken and I came tumbling down off the table as a result. My limbs were shaking, probably from shock, making it difficult for me to stand. But I eventually wobbled to my feet and my-- my?-- fire finally went out. I was somehow out of breath and drained from energy; I fell to my knees to catch my breath. 

The lab was destroyed— the walls around me were blackened and all the computers were scorched. A number of scientists were lying on the floor, unconscious.

What have I done? And how did I do it?

Alarms started to immediately go off but they didn't sound like fire alarms. More like blazing "DANGER, DANGER, THE PRISONER HAS ESCAPED, SEND HELP" alarms. And I had a feeling I was that prisoner.

"Subject 6394 has escaped and is critically unstable," one of the remaining whitecoats muttered into a communicator.

And that's my cue to leave.

Despite being drained and out of breath, I hurried to the door to find myself at a two way corridor. I frantically looked at each hallways for an exit. My left and right sides were completely empty so I followed my instincts and went left. Seemingly out of nowhere, about half a dozen of men in black ninja suits appeared from another hallway and started racing towards me. What the--?

Nope, instinct sucks. Other way, other way!

I whipped around, ran down the other corridor and then was met with another two way hallway. I glanced to the right to see more scientists running my way. Left it is.

With my bare feet bouncing along the cold floor, I ran as fast as I could down the corridors, desperately trying to find an exit. I was then met with another fork and instinctively ran left only to meet more scientists and ninja men. Where did all these ninja guys come from? I was about to turn around but I heard footsteps of the other scientists racing behind me. I was trapped.

Fear gripped my heart and my hand immediately heated up in response.

Fire, my instincts roared, Use the fire...!

My heart racing, I thrusted up my hand and fire instantly shot out of my palm, hitting a whitecoat's face and scorching it. As he held his face in agony, the rest rushed towards me. My bodily instincts taking over, I held out my hands and clumsily burnt any face I came across while I ran for my life.

More whitecoats and ninjas came up, forcing me to throw more fire and scorch more faces. It would have been so cool if I wasn't so terrified.

A few turns and fire throws later, I finally found a pair of doors at the end of a hall. Panting like I ran a marathon, I dashed down that hallway and threw myself out the double doors. I found myself in a busy street— a street I didn't recognize.

People walked past me, oblivious to what was going on or what I was wearing— or just didn't care. I did a complete 180 to try and figure out where I was. Down the street, I found, was a pizza place. Henry's, New York City's Finest Pizza! the banner read.

New York?!! I blacked out in Pennsylvania and ended up in New York??

"There she is!" I heard the whitecoats behind me, breaking me out of my thoughts. I yelped and bolted down the street to escape them.

"She's getting away!"

"Don't!! We'll be spotted."

"She won't get far, we'll catch her."

Dashing down the foreign streets of New York City, I knew only four things:

1) I'm a long way from home and was brought here by the evil scientists.

2) Those scientists are probably the same responsible for my father's death.

3) I'm on the run, with crazy whitecoats after me for who knows what.

4) And strange fire abilities I have no idea how to control.

.... And that's what started, what I would call, the worst four weeks of my life.