Raphael

War Machine's POV

I sit up in my bed. Ugh my head is killing me. What happened last night? I shut my eyes for a moment trying to recall. I remember the Kraang, and the turtles, and that monster. That's right. I was trying to get away from him, then something hit me. Rocks, or something. I touched my head. There's a bandage? After those rocks fell I have no idea what happened, but someone saved me. Maybe the Kraang? I figure this would probably be a good time to give them a visit. I head back to the Kraang's building. After I enter a Kraang takes me to see another Kraang and next thing I know they're strapping me to a table! I try not to panic. I trust them. Right? I shake the thoughts from my head and wait for them to do what ever it is they do. They bring out a needle and I bite my lip in anticipation. Once they administer the shot I pass out. I don't remember anything after that.

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I wake up on the same table I remember falling asleep on, but I am no longer strapped down to it. I get off the table and walk to the exit. I feel a lot different. It's really weird. I'm just about to leave when I'm interrupted.

"The one known as War Machine is needed for an agreement with the one known as Shredder." He said to me.

All I do is raise my eye brow and follow him. He takes me to a van and we go off somewhere. I have no clue what's going on, but I hope I'm not in some kind of trouble.

Once we pull up and enter the building we arrived at I'm brought to this menacingly tall and freaky looking man. The Kraang tells me he is the one known as Shredder.

"Good, you brought the girl." He says to the Kraang.

"Yes, the one known as War Machine was being prepared by Kraang for the one known as Shredder so he may use her as a weapon for Kraang against the ones known as turtles."

"Karai! Take her to her room." Shredder demanded.

A girl comes from out of the shadows and tells me to follow her. I look at the Kraang I came here with and decide I probably should do as I'm told.

"So, what's your name." She asks. There's something weirdly familiar about her.

"War Machine." I answer.

"That's your name? Hah weird."

"Well I guess it's more of a title."

"So do you like being called War Machine?"

"Not particularly."

"Well how about I give you a real name?" She offers.

I look at her questioningly. "Alright, go for it."

"How about Kira. It means dark."

I shrug. "Kira it is."