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Leatherhead tmnt12/31/2022 ![]() As your eyes adjusted to the light, you saw LeatherHead a few feet away from you, head in hands. You regained conciseness and slowly opened your eyes, blinking profusely at the abrupt change in lighting. You must've gotten knocked out, because the last thing you remembered was a giant hand swinging at your face. "Get behind me (Y/N)." LeatherHead whispered as he put his arm in front of you, pulling you behind him. You turned around and saw the same shadowy figure, coming at you. "What was that?" You said as you heard something behind you. In the middle of your friendly chat, you saw a shadowy figure in the corner of your eye. After you introduced yourselves, you got more comfortable and started talking about other things, like favorite foods and TV shows. Uh, my names (Y/N), w-what's yours?" You stuttered, still a little nervous. You talked and tried to lessen the awkwardness. "You look a little pale is all." He trailed off his sentence. "Are you sure you're alright?" You stared at him in confusion. You looked up at him as he started to speak. When you were a safe distance from the building, You began to relax. Are we just gonna stand here?" He smiled and looked down at you, taking your hand and leading you out of your tiny prison. He was looking away from you but it felt like he was staring straight into your soul. This cut you out of your shock and you looked up at him. He must've sensed this, because, he dropped his smile and pulled his hand back. You reached out your hand slightly, but you couldn't complete the action. You felt your heart beat increase as he, lightly, smiled back and held out his hand. You struggled to unfreeze your self enough to point a weak smile his direction. You okay?" He said through severed breaths caused by panting. You knew he saved you but you still had the feeling he was going to eat you or something like that. Your whole body was shaking as he approached you. He stepped closer and you shrank further into the corner,unable to move. He emerged from the rubble with a cloud of dirt and smoke behind him. With a loud -BANG- he crashed through the door, smashing it to smithereens. You backed up and crouched down in the corner of the room, so you could dash by him when the door opened. He was coming towards you and it looked like he was about to bust down the door. He was slamming through the security guards that were a few feet away from your little jail. You narrowed your eyes, to see clearer through the foggy glass, and saw, what looked like, a giant crocodile standing on 2 legs. You got up and walked to the door, putting your hands on the edges of the small window. You stopped twirling your pencil when you heard loud crashing and banging outside the cell. The cold floor and the dark ceiling, that barely gave you any light from the tiny lamp hanging above you. You'd memorized every inch of those shiny metal walls. You sighed and twirled the pencil in your hand several times, gazing around the room again. You shook your head and decided to just go back to your drawing. You'd never been a strong thinker after all. But alas, you could not come to a conclusion. You thought as you tried to wrack your brain about why they trapped you in this tiny, uncomfortable, room. You didn't know why Agent Bishop captured you, but it probably had something to do with the 4 mutant turtles you met before he knocked you out and threw you in the back of his car. You had been so bored, to the extent that you would sleep long hours and spend the other hours, that you were awake, working on filling the walls of the room. ![]() You looked back at the drawing you were working on currently, a small rose rested underneath your HB pencil. You gazed up at its monochromatic structure, wonder flowing through your mind. Trees and fields covered the wall behind you. But on the wall parallel to the door was a beautiful mural of a scenic landscape. The walls and floor were covered with numerous drawings. You looked around the small, grey walled, room you were in. You dragged your pencil along the floor of your holding cell.
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