Home again, home again... I think with an inward sigh. We had reached the doors of the old church where Shredder has taken refuge. Donnie had let me off on the marriage, saying if I survive, we will be wed.
I push open the cracked oak doors and growl at the sight. Shredder. Laughing on his throne.
"So you've come to face me, eh?" he sneered with a wicked grin.
"Lets dance."
(Again, actual fight is up to you)
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It was surprisingly easy to beat him. Too easy... I was about to make a killing strike, but I stop.
I can't do it.
I pull back, fighting tears. He doesn't hesitate. He swipes at my torso, but the blades go right through me without harming my flesh. Taking a closer look at my arms, the opaquness had dissipated until I could see through my arms.
I suddenly have a realization:
There
Was
No
Experiment.
The room surrounding me shatters. My hair is now the length of my entire body, and it is silver. A small girl trundle towards me.
"I'm sorry I had to deceive you. I just needed to give you a second chance. I was about to give up on you... You pulled through, though." she whispered.
"B-but... How long have I been dead?"
"Thirty seconds."
"I want to go back! I want to see his face again! I want to apologize! Please..."
She wears a crooked smile now. "I was hoping you would ask that..."
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I fall into myself like a truck smashing through a divider. I gasp for breath and sit up, ignoring the pain in my gut from where I was stabbed.
"M-Maggie?" a familiar voice asks. I throw my arms To the voice, miraculously wrapping them around his neck.
"Donnie! Have I got a story for you..."
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The Girl that Never Wins
FanfictionMaggie is many things. A mother, a friend, a... monster? She struggles between how she IS and how she WAS while slowly falling for the most impossible of boys. How can she survive when her blood-covered hands are still ready to kill? How can she fi...
