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Swift

It's been three days since I was kidnapped by the purple dragons. So far they've moved me three different times to three different hideouts scattered throughout the city, and each time they handled me roughly and basically threw me everywhere.
I was sore all over and my arm was broken again. They had beaten me into submission upon my arrival to their first hideout, and despite the fact that I had been knocked out within the first punch, I still woke up with a bloody nose, a black eye and multiple bruises. Not to mention my cast was cracked and my arm hurt like absolute hell. I could barely move my body at this point.
Now, I'm at their third hideout and the hope that Swift would save me was slowly dwindling. Maybe they kept moving me to different bases because Swift had already found them? Or maybe he was just waiting for the right time to strike? These questions ran around my head for so long that I could barely keep my eyes open long enough. I had been getting more and more fatigued as the days went by. The lack of food or water was slowing me down and I was always sleepy.
I had eventually fallen asleep, not dreaming of anything. However, the sound of my cell door being thrown open and the feeling of large rough hands dragging me out stirred me from my slumber. I opened my eyes groggily as I was half-carried half-dragged out of the holding area and into a hallway.
The purple dragon holding me soon had a kunai in his eye and in the shock of it all, he dropped me. Familiar yet strange arms pulled me up from the ground and kept me standing while the sound of something being sliced up sounded in the background.
     "Swift, chill! He's dead, you can let go now!" A voice called out from my left. I didn't want to look up, fearing that whatever I saw would make my already shaky legs buckle. The arms holding mine and keeping me standing tightened and a low, gruff voice sounded from above me. "Swift. She's about to faint and I don't wanna handle that. I got my own girl to take care of!" The voice was laced with a thick Brooklyn accent, and it sounded angry or maybe stressed. The slashing sounds behind me stopped and soon, familiar arms wrapped around me and pulled me away from whoever was holding me. I buried my face into Swift's chest and I began to sob. Swift held me extremely close, one arm around my waist and the other around my shoulders. I wished I could hold onto him forever.
     "C'mon babe, we gotta go. We can't stay," he whispered to me, and I only nodded in response. I finally looked up at him and he was smiling down at me. I swear I saw the glimmer of a tear in his eyes, but he blinked it away before I could say anything. He moved his arms and picked me up bridal style while I wrapped my good arm around his neck. He then turned his attention from me to the people in front of him. I turned my head and noticed three other turtle-human hybrids behind me. They all looked much different than Swift, sporting their own colors and styles. Not to mention their body types were extremely different. But I didn't have time to dwell on the thought. Soon, we were running out of the base into the cold night air, and I watched as another girl was thrown into the back of a truck. One of the turtles, the one sporting red, began to run after that specific truck. Swift followed after, and I could only assume the others did as well. Eventually we were riding on the top of the truck as it sped down the street, and Swift began to give orders. "Reb, get your girl out. Ghost, hijack this truck and M.C.-"
     Before Swift could finish, the orange turtle with a smaller build than the rest, held up a three fingered hand and smirked. "I know. Do like M.C. do!" He yelled before running off to the front of the truck. The tall, black and purple clad turtle followed while "Reb" pulled out a weird looking blade and hopped down the back of the truck. Swift followed and used one arm to hold me to his chest while he gripped the side of the truck with the other. I watched as Rebel broke open the doors and dived into the truck.

Rebel
I was shaking with fear as three purple dragons escorted me out of their hideout and into the cold air of the night. They tossed me into the truck and two hopped in while the other must have gone around to the drivers seat. The purple dragons in the truck with me sat crouched against the walls while I laid sprawled on the floor. My leg was aching and the sloppily wrapped bandages they put on me were beginning to slip off. It's been three days since they changed them, so they were soaked in dried black blood. I'm almost certain it was infected.
The sound of something landing on the truck startled the two dragons enough to pull out their guns. At first, nothing seemed to happen. Then, a gunshot fired from the opposite side of the wall I was closest to, the doors to the truck bursts open, and the truck swerved. I screamed in terror and covers my head, huddling into a corner. Sounds of screams and something being slashed open made me huddle into the corner farther. Tears ran down my cheeks absentmindedly.
A familiar, rough and calloused hand gently touched my back and I looked up to see Rebel crouched next to me. I felt my heart pound in my chest and I was quick to fall into his arms. He held onto me as he stood up, helping me balance on my good leg.
"Yo Ghost! You got the truck?" He yelled, banging on the wall opposite the driver's side.
"Shut up and let me drive."
Rebel turned to me and chuckled. "Yeah, he got it. Swift! It's good!"
I watched as another turtle swung in from the side of the truck, holding a human girl with one arm. Her left arm had a broken cast hanging off it, and she looked to be in extreme pain. I moved away from Rebel to help her in. She let go of the turtle-Swift was his name I assumed-and used her good arm to hold onto my shoulder. She clutched her broken one to her chest.
Rebel walked over and kissed my head before walking to where Swift was. Swift gave the girl a wink before jumping onto the roof of the truck. Rebel followed. I helped the girl settle onto the floor before sitting next to her myself.
"So...Rough day?" She asked with a chuckle. I nodded. "You have no idea..."

Ghost
I was currently having a major seizure. My body was twitching and thrashing about and all I could do was hope it would end. My stitches where I had been shot had already ripped open. Now I was bleeding all over the floor as I thrashed and twitched. Nobody was here to calm me. No Ghost around to help. Nobody to save me.
After what seemed like ages, I slowed my thrashing and the twitching died down. Soon enough, I was a slightly bloody heap on the floor shaking like nobody's business. I let the tears fall down my face and I shut everything out. The laughter of the dragons in the other room, the sound of footsteps down the hall, everything. I just laid where I was and cried silently.
     I was so out of it that I barely heard the giant crash from the hallway. The sound of gunshots filled the room and I sat up. Half my face was slightly bloody and drenched in tears. I watched as Purple Dragons ran around, two heading for my cell. But they only got so far before two gunshots rang out and they both fell to the floor. I watched with shock written all over my face as Ghost walked to my cell. He had such a hard glare on his face as he dug through the bodies of the two dragons, pulling out a key from one of them. He unlocked my cell and I stayed put as he crouched down to inspect me. He noticed my opened wound and muttered something under his breath before pulling me closer to him and picking me up. He didn't seem to mind the blood as he ran out of the hallway, avoiding areas where he could be seen. Eventually, he made his way out and ran me towards a truck. I noticed two turtle-human hybrids similar to Ghost sitting on top of the truck, and one that was out on the ground waiting next to the open doors of the truck.
     "M.C. you drive," Ghost ordered the orange clad turtle on the ground, who fist pumped the air before running to the drivers seat. Ghost hopped into the back of the truck, where two other girls waited. One had a broken cast on her arm and the other had messily wrapped leg. I didn't care why they were there, but I was curious.
     Ghost set me down and exited the truck, only to come back with a large satchel. He pulled out bandages, two metal bars, what looked like clay of some sort, a bottle of water, witch-hazel, a cloth, a needle and stitches. As he finished unpacking, the truck began moving and he groaned in displeasure. Now it would be more difficult to operate, I assumed.
     He operated on me first, having me take off my bloody shirt so he could see the wound. He cleaned the area with the witch-hazel before sewing the wound up. He then moved on to the other girls. I flinched a little when the girl with the broken arm got hers reset, but I was glad she didn't scream. Ghost seemed to appreciate that. Finally, the girl with the effed-up leg got it disinfected and stitched up before Ghost re-wrapped it with clean bandages. She seemed to be the one with the highest pain tolerance, since she only flinched a little when Ghost stitched up her leg.
     When Ghost was done with the last girl, he packed his satchel and gave it to me. "Hold onto it and don't lose it," he ordered, and I nodded in reply. He opened up the truck's doors-while it was still moving, might I add-and gripped the edge of the roof. He climbed up and shut the doors behind him.

M.C.
     The pain I felt at this moment was twice as bad than when I twisted my ankle. As I stood before Hun-Leader of the Purple Dragons-with my fists raised in front of me, I couldn't help but think back to the day when I was kidnapped.
     My ankle was already healed by the time I was grabbed by the Purple Dragons, but that didn't mean I was uninjured. They had beaten the ever-loving shit outta me as soon as I arrived at their warehouse hideout. They didn't break anything, thankfully, but everything was sore.
     They found the fact that I fought back amusing, and everyday since they kidnapped me I was forced to fight off Hun. His huge build intimidated me, but I knew of the advantage he gave me every time we faced off. I just never could find the chance or window to utilize it.
     I stood before him with a bloody nose, a sore abdomen and a headache all going on at the same time. Laughter and cheers came from all around the caged arena we were in. I glared at the uninjured man before me, to which he replied with a hearty chuckle. "Such ferocity. I like that in a girl. Maybe if you weren't with a turtle freak-"
     I took my chance to catch him off guard. I managed to raise my right leg high enough and spun, catching his jaw with my heel in a roundhouse kick. He stumbled backwards, and the whole room went dead silent. I felt pride well up in my chest, but it quickly disappeared when Hun turned to face me.His nose had started to bleed, and the glare he gave me scared the ever-loving shit out of me. Before I knew it, I ws running around the cage in an attempt to dodge his attacks.

     When he finally got a hold of me and delivered an uppercut to my gut, everyone was yelling in terror as the sound of gunshots rang out. Hun opened up the cage door and exited, leaving me alone to lay on the ground in pain. However, the sound of people coming towards the cage alerted me enough to raise myself up onto my feet weakly.

     "That her?"

     "She's literally the only girl here, Swift."

     Swift? Didn't M.C. say that name a long time ago? I looked up at the newcomers and felt my face go pale. Three turtle-human hybrids were approaching the cage, and they all looked bloody. I started to back up, but the familiar sound of bat-hitting-flesh soon filled my ears and I stopped in my tracks. I looked behind me and had to resist throwing up. Through the thin wiring of the cage, M.C. was beating in the head of an already dead Hun. His brain had spilled out on the floor and the skull had already broken after M.C. had hit it the first couple of times. When he finally stopped, I could barely make out the broken and flattened face of the old Purple Dragon leader. I suddenly could hear my heartbeat in my ears and I leaned over, retching up what I had the last time I ate. It took a few minutes, but I felt arms go around me and hug me tightly. I weakly gripped onto M.C.'s shirt, unable to properly hug him. I suddenly felt tears welling up and as much as I didn't want to cry, I did anyways. M.C. pulled his head back and made me look at him for a few minutes before he kissed me passionately.

     When we finally left the area, M.C. had me on his back with my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He sat me in the back of a van, where three other girls resided. One of M.C.'s brothers reached for a girl with an effed-up leg and glasses, taking her in his arms and sitting with her in his lap. She had managed to fall asleep, somehow. 

     M.C. and his blue clad brother climbed in the back while the one in black took his girl around the front with him. I could only assume he wanted her close, just like I wanted M.C. close. The other girl with the broken arm was in a similar position as I was, sitting in her boyfriend's lap. I smiled at the sight before leaning back in M.C.'s arms. I turned my head to find him staring at me, an almost loving look in his eyes. He kissed me passionately then, holding me tight as the doors to the truck closed and we started moving.