Joy's POV
I rolled over in my sleep, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in my side and arms.
'Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.' I thought. Where was I? A... bed? When was the last time I slept in a bed? I stood slowly.
The memories came flooding back to me so fast, I doubled over.
I stumbled into the main room. I could smell bacon and eggs wafting from the kitchen. I noticed that my tail had pulled out of my jeans pocket. I braided a lock of my hair subconsciously, thinking. So turtles can cook. What next?
I recalled last nights events. What could the purple dragons possibly want with someone who didn't have anything?
I stepped into the kitchen to find Mikey cooking up breakfast.
"Hi," I greeted as I took a seat at the table.
"Sup?" he smiled.
"Anyone else up yet?" He shook his head no, and I sighed with relief. "Good." He set a plate in front of me. My stomach growled hungrily, and he smirked. I blushed and dug in.
By the time I cleared my plate, the other boys had stumbled in, still heavy with sleep.
I dumped the plate into the sink and flopped onto the sofa next to Leo, who was flipping on a tv show.
Raph headed straight for the dojo, muttering something about passing out. I ignored him and focused on the tv.
I heard noises from the lab and knew Donnie was in there, doing whatever it was he usually did in there.
I started braiding my hair again, deep in thought. Leo noticed and glanced over quizzically.
"Why do you do that?" he asked.
"Do what?"
"Braid your hair."
"I didn't notice I was doing it. My fingers just start wandering when I'm thinking." I explained. He nodded, understanding.
I stood abruptly.
"I should be going now, while Donnie's occupied." I gestured to the lab. Leo looked doubtful.
"Just don't do anything stupid, okay?" I rolled my eyes.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence. I'll be fine!" I protested, and walked out without another word.
. . .I curled up at the bottom of my dumpster. It felt good, being alone.
I started settling back into the routine of things. Wake up, run, eat, run, attack a thug, eat, run, sleep, etc. the next few days passed by in a blur.
Until one morning, when it slammed on the brakes and I went flying.
It started out with me waking up, and then going for a run around town. Except this run was apparently written down to be one of the longer ones.
I was alone, running down the street with my tail in my pocket, my ears under my beanie.
I turned a corner and bumped into this huge.... man..... dog.... mutant.... thing. He shoved me into the brick wall behind me, and I heard a sickening crack. Probably my ribs, maybe a wrist.
My vision was tinted red, and my skull felt like it was splitting apart. A shriek built up in my throat, but I forced it down. There was no way I would give this guy the satisfaction of hearing me scream.
I stumbled forward, making a weak fighting stance. His arm jerked, and a pain exploded in my jaw. I collapsed, his cruel laughter echoing in my ears.
He slung me over his shoulder roughly, but not before slapping a bit of duct tape over my mouth, and tying my hands behind my back and my feet together.
D:< Jerk.
He tossed me like a sack of potatoes into the back of a truck. I spotted a ninja-looking guy getting settled in a motorcycle behind it. Security, I guessed.
The dog-man shut the doors, and I heard a lock click into place. Fun, I love locks.
I felt the truck start to move beneath me, and that was when I started to get angry. Who did these idiots think they were? Getting kidnapped was not supposed to be part of my routine today!
A lightbulb clicked over my head. I struggled to stand up, but managed to because of my legs were stronger from running through 60% of my day.
I hopped over to one side of the metal box I was in, and slammed my full body weight, plus a little extra push, into the opposite side of the truck.
It veered to one side, but it still wasn't enough. I tried again on the other side, and it tilted. I braced myself, and it landed on its side. I smacked against the wall and winced, hearing a crack in my shoulder.
I heard metal break off, and shoved the door open with my already sore elbow. Ninjas with footprints on their chests were everywhere, dazed or unconscious.
I knelt on the pavement, rolling up one pant leg. I had a leather strap tied around my calf, securing a small pocket knife. I slipped it out, sawing through the ropes that held my wrists easily. When I was free, I got to work on my legs, and tucked the knife back under the strap.
And then I ran, harder than I had ever run before, my feet slapping the concrete.
I ran closer and closer to home, when at some point, my feet missed the ground and I fell through a manhole and landed in the sewers with a splash.
It was then that I started to cry. I had been holding back tears for years, only to let them pour down my bruised cheeks unchecked.
It hurt, hurt so much I could barely stand it. I couldn't get up, I just laid there, sobbing.
I was like that for hours, but it seemed like centuries.
Eventually, I realized that I couldn't stay here forever, as much as I wanted to.
I climbed up to the surface and placed the cover over the gaping hole.
I followed the smell of home, my feet moving automatically. I arrived at my dumpster and collapsed into it, immediately passing out with exhaustion.
As I drifted away slowly, I came to the decision that no one would know about today.
No one.
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The Wolf Call (TMNT)
FanfictionJoy has always been a freak, so she's always stayed in the shadows. Her own safety and protection was number one priority, no matter what. Don't get involved with other people's business, and they won't get involved with yours. She lived by that rul...