Thursday, March 20, 2014

What's in a Picture? (Challenge 3)


My picture and my story starter was, When I open my eyes...
Who am I?


When I opened my eyes, I was in a stranger’s car. It was rainy and gray outside, it smelled like pine trees because of the air freshener, and there was a strange woman sitting in the front talking on her cell phone. I didn’t know where I was or why I was there, but all I could remember was myself at my grandfathers funeral. I was walking towards the bathroom when I heard someone crying, I went to go check on them and I was knocked out.


What should I do? I asked myself frequently, Should I pretend I am still asleep or try to catch a car passing by?


“Yeah, yeah,” I heard the woman say into her cellphone,”We’ve got him, it took a while to get him out of the funeral and into the car, but he’s sleeping now.”


Just as she said that she adjusts the mirror to look at me I quickly close my eyes. “Nevermind he’s awake.” I hear her say.


How did she know that? I asked myself with my eyes still closed.


She hangs up her cell phone with one push of a button and says to me, “Hey Sam, how are you feeling?”


“Fine, just my head hurts,” Why am I talking to her and how does she know my name? “So, where am I? And how do you know me? Why am I here?”


“I can’t tell you much, only that we are almost to our destination. And don’t worry, no one will come looking for you and they won’t miss you.”


It was true, all I had was my grandfather and he just died the same way my parents had. I looked out the window to find answers in the trees but they didn’t give me one. All of a sudden I see huge skyscrapers, I then realize that we are in the “Big Apple”, NYC, or New York City. “What are we doing in New York?” I ask.


“This is where you belong and where you will start training.” She said this without emotion in her voice I started to question if she was a real human or not.


“Training? Training for what?”


“You will find out when we get there. In the meantime, have a Doritos Locos Taco.”


I love these things so I took a huge bite and realized there was something really wrong with this taco. I began to spit out words,”Why does this taco….” I passed out again in the backseat with getting only one bite of my taco.


I felt I was being dragged, because I was, into a hole in the ground. When I woke up I was in in a dark lab and it smelt like I was in a sewer. I could see that I was surrounded by scientists and doctors, I could tell they were scientists and doctors because of their lab coats. What they wanted with me I had no idea.  


“Why am I here? What did that women mean by training? Who are you? What just happened?” I ask in a frenzy.


A short bald man in a lab coat quietly walks up and says, “Sam, you are the next Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.”


I just started laughing. It was such a ridiculous sentence said in such a serious way. Ninja Turtles aren’t real, they are just a story out of a comic book. Plus, last time I checked I look nothing like a turtle and I have no clue on how to do karate or kung fu. “What do you mean by Ninja Turtle?” I asked with tears in my eyes from laughing so hard.


“Well Sam, you qualify to be tested on to become a turtle and to train with the others to master karate and kung fu.” said the bald scientist.


“I qualify? How are you supposed to qualify for these things? And is this even legal, I mean we are in a sewer and I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to kidnap someone.”


“To qualify you must have be an orphan and you have turtle in your blood Sam, your grandfather was the original Ninja Turtle but retired and was changed back to human. This is legal and we are sorry about the transportation, we didn’t think it out too much and we probably couldn’t of persuaded you at your grandfather’s funeral. All we ask is that you help us by joining to help save New York from the evil mole people.”


I have only read a few stories about the Ninja Turtles and seen a few of the T.V. shows, but my own grandfather didn’t even tell me he was apart of this. “Where do I sign up?” I ask without a worry in my voice, but the truth was I was really nervous and worried.


It was a painful experience. Many men and women scientists and doctors surrounded me, watching to see if this experiment would work on me. I felt my skin tighten and my neck getting longer, I looked down to see my hands and arms were turning green. I blank out for a moment and thats when I hear the gasps. I can’t see a thing and only hear the scientists talking but they are whispering so quietly and fast I can’t make out anything they are saying. I try to force myself up and I try opening my eyes when I hear a soft voice telling me that I can relax.


I wake up my skin is scaly and tight, I’m extremely thirsty, and there is a huge shell on my back! I try to get up but the weight on my back that has flipped me over is unbearable. I decided to scream for help because obviously I wouldn’t be able to get myself. I see a younger boy, younger than me, rush in.
“I’m so sorry Mr. Smith, I got here as fast as I could. What do you need?” the boy asks while he is running out of breath.


“I just need help up. This shell is ridiculously huge and I am so thirsty. What’s your name?


As the boys was helping me up he tells me, “My names Tyrone, I was brought here with my scientist dad and I was assigned to help you in your first few days.” he said as he sat me up. “I’ll go get you some water.”


“Before you leave Tyrone, I just wanted to let you know that you can call me Sam.” I said as he was about to pass out the door.


“Ok I’ll be right back, Sam.”


My training was extremely hard but as if I were in a dream I was a natural at it but still I wasn’t very good. Tyrone and John, who I had just met and he was my trainer, spent many hours with me practicing my kung fu or karate in the dark sewers of New York. Being kicked and punched so many times to strengthen me, learning how to use nun-chucks (which is AWESOME by the way), and practicing my skills. After many months I was ready.


I headed out in disguise, which was a salmon colored mask, I located the area where the mole people were hiding. I waited outside, patiently and quietly. I finally decide I am ready after the two hours of waiting, I do my ninja roll inside and I see two guards guarding a doorway. I take a deep breath and pull out my nun-chucks, I scream with a crazy indian-turtle call and use my nun-chuck skills to take them down, they didn’t see that coming for them.


I walk in through the door nonchalantly like I belong there. I was told by John that there weren’t that many moles in the operation but they were very dangerous. I hide behind the door and look in, I see no one so I sneak in through the door and I am very aware and alert of my surroundings. I look into a window and see at least twenty moles inside having a meeting, I try to listen in and I hear, “I’m thinking we will become more powerful if we have at least 200 more moles so that we can take over the world!” I see that came from a very large mole, he looks like the leader.


I take a fog bomb out of my tool belt and throw it in, “It’s time” I say to myself before I ran in and started using my moves on everyone. Kicks, punches, and nun-chucks were flying everywhere. Chairs, tables, and other moles were also my weapons to take down everyone. After a long fight there was one left, he was scrawny but fast. I leaped up in the air, took out my turtle-rang, and chucked it at him. It was a miss or hit, but my luck was strong that day because it hit him square in the head.


I decided I would let the police take over after this. I was hungry, tired, and in need of a milkshake. I run across the tops of the building in the heart of New York City and leap for sign to sign. I feel like i am on top of the world for a minute, I sit on top of a ledge looking out onto the beautiful city lights. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, breathing in the cold autumn air, when I open my eyes I am back at my grandfather’s funeral.