Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Black Night

Chapter Seventeen

Paris point of view:

        I breathed in deeply as I was yanked out of the darkness and thrown into a bright light. My eyes fluttered open to a one candle lite room as I awakened on a soft yet lumpy thing. My body felt perfectly fine as I used my arms to push myself up into a sitting position. I could hardly see anything within the room but I didn't let that stop me. I removed the thin and dirty yet warm blanket off my body. Turning my body around, I placed my small feet onto the cold floor, as I looked around the makeshift bedroom. One lumpy bed, a desk type thing, and two sets of doors. I forced myself to stand up, only to lose balance due to my numb legs. I squeaked as they gave out and fell face first towards the floor. Luckly my reflexes kicked in making my arms shoot out to catch me at the last moment. With the very tip of my nose touching the concrete floor, I sighed in relief before gently lying the rest of my body down. I listened for any signs of life besides my own but heard none.

        After a long struggle, I am now up and standing.... with the help of the table thing. I walked back and forth from one side of the table to the other, trying to get my blood flowing again. The numbness in my legs slowly went away and I happily made my way to the first door that caught my attention. Pulling it open, I found out that it was a closet. Inside was a few shirts, Jean shorts, boots, socks, and a bag. I was in nothing more than my undergarments and an overly large shirt, so I grabbed the bag and looked inside it. A pair of yoga pants, a gray blouse, and some flats about my size were placed inside neatly. Taking each items out carefully, I carried and placed them out on the bed. Reaching down, I gripped the end of the shirt and pulled it over my head. Setting it down on the end of the small bed, I saw that my leg was wrapped heavily with gauze as well as my head. I was careful as slowly removed it from my leg. My flesh was perfectly fine, which confused me as to why I have an bandage. Shrugging my shoulders, I grabbed hold of the pants and slipped them on quickly. Putting the shoes on my feet, I stood up carefully before heading to the only door left. My heart ponded in my chest as my hand lightly gripped the door, breathing lowly I pressed my ear against the door. No sound came from the other side so I figured that it was okay to open. It ground softly as I opened it slowly and I poked my head out. my eyes were greeted with darkness but adjusted rather quickly to show and eerie long hallway.

My first instinct was to wait in the room but with no idea of who lives here, that was certinly not an option. My footsteps echoed in the hall as I silently closed the door behind me. As I walked down the hall, my eyes studied everything as my heart skipped a beat every time I heard a weird sound. Finally making it close to the end of the hall, my ears picked up a soft mumering sound. Carefully creeping to the edge of the right wall, I placed my back against it as I continued to move forward. The sounds turned into words and I stopped in order to listen.

"We have to be extra careful now that the police are getting into this." A worried voice said.

"No way bro, are you seriouse?" another said coming off childish and laid back.

"Yea an' not only 'dat but we need a plan for that chick. What if she is with da' enemy?" A male voice with a thick accent said.

"I dont think she is. I mean if she was, why would they attack her? It just doesn't make sence." That worried voice came back in a know it all way.

"No way! Don't cha' see? They want us to think that about her so that she can get us to trust her and then BAM! They attack when we least expect it." That Brooklyn accent sounded so deep with anger that I flinched at the sound of his voice. 

"Quiet down!," someone whispired shouted as footsteps entered, "I do not want you all waking up the girl and your bother. They both need to rest, plus I am in the middle of a training session." This voice sounded much older then the first few with a little bit of power filling it.