10 In TMNT As Baxter Stockman

"What happened last night ? The last thing I remember was talking to Adam and then bright lights came out of nowhere." I asked out loud to no one in particular.

Throwing the dark blue comforter I'd been bundled up looking at my hand that was once as white as Elmer glue now light brown.

Not even noticing how the cold seeped into my bones making me shiver. I looked around the room and noticed a bunch of scientific posters and a poster of Battling Bernice and Zippy Lad along with a few other superheroes I knew from TMNT.

'I fucking died and now I'm black what the fuck?. Also I'm strangely calm. I mean I know this was a near constant Fanta in my life but I should be freaking out right now.'

Getting up I feel the stinging cold against my skin and the soles of my feet I walk into the bathroom connected to the bedroom I woke up in looking into the bathroom mirror above the sink. I was greeted by the young face of Baxter Stockman from the 2003 TMNT series.

A slew of memories started playing in front of my eyes from an infant to the 12 year old boy looking into the bathroom mirror.

All in all this life wasn't much different than my previous one minus the little brother and the semi reliable family and the being an orphan and the whole being a genius thing.

From the memories I knew Baxter was mostly interested in mechanics, robotics and similar sciences but he was more than competent in other fields but he tended to neglect them.

I wouldn't be following his trend though. Lifting up my shirt I noticed the dark bruises and welts from the abusive foster family/cash farm the original owner of this body ran away from last night returning to his home.

"Damn I'm lucky I'm not coughing up blood or in constant pain just trying to breathe. I'd say sorry I took your place Baxter but I'm not I will get revenge on those assholes for you though." I vowed to no one.

Letting my shirt fall back down I went all through the house grabbed every bit of tech I could find from mama Baxter's hair dryer and curling iron to the microwave, batteries anything I could find and use while creating a a very small generator using an RC car a pulley and a pair of nylons that worked as a belt. With a power source I disassembled the curling iron and turned it into a makeshift soldering tool.

Using the block cellphone that mama Baxter had from her job and a laser pointer that was in the room previously I started creating something that was inspired by both Transformers and Ricky & Morty.

A good 10 minutes passed and u had a fully functioning laser pistol that looked just enough like a toy that a police officer would think I was just a dumb kid with an overactive immigration.

Tucking my new pistol in the waistband of my pants and putting on my shoes while wrapping myself in a blanket since my coat was too small, I left the house on a revenge mission.

It took me four buses and a 3 mile walk bit I finally reached the child abusing, coke snorting assholes house while they were in the middle of raping the 15 year old foster daughter that Baxter had had a crush on at first glance.

'Fucking disgusting pieces of shit fucking cunt holding a girl's arm's above her head while her man rapes the girl below her.'

I knew how bad people were. I knew the kind of shit that happens in this cruel world just like I knew what happened in my previous one.

I by no means was a good person but I wasn't a bad one either. I got into fights, protected girl's helped out bullied kids even when I was just a kid. I was abused by my uncle and neglected by my parents.

But I always maintained a sense of responsibility when it came to protecting girl's or even boy's from sexual and physical abuse, even verbal at times even though no one did the same for me.

That same sense of responsibility for the girl being raped filled my chest pulling the pistol from my waist band I opened the door.

'Of course the door isn't locked this is 79 no one gave a fuck about shit like this until mid 90's.'

Walking into the house the wife noticed me as soon as I entered and licked her lips pervertedly.

'Probably planning to have some fun with little Baxter since even at 12 my cock is bigger than her man's.'

I didn't spare her a second thought as my eyes and Hana's the girl currently being raped met mine her eyes cold no tears flowed from them anymore after all this wasn't the first time they'd had some fun with her she'd been in their care since she was 10.

Raising my pistol I shot the wife Sarah between the eyes leaving behind a smoking hole the size of a no.2 pencil.

Her body slowly fell into her husband's path as he humped like a little chiwawa.

"The fuck get outta the way baby you can lick my cream out of her when I'm done." Said the Scum.

I shot him in the back of the head while pulling the both of them off of her looking down into her eyes. I saw just a little bit of life return to them.

"Bax you're okay, I'm glad, please kill me too. I don't want to have to go through this again." Asked Hana listless.

I felt my eyes start to burn as I nodded to her while taking her hand in mine receiving a soft smile in return.

"Thank you Baxter." Spoke Hana.

Giving her my best smile.

"Sure thing Hana catch you on the flip side." I said back as I shot her in the head as well.

Bile rose up in my throat burning my esophagus but I swallowed it down with the whiskey that was sitting on the coffee table besides a brick and half a brick of coke along with probably 10 grand in cash.

Grabbing the cash and the car keys for the 67 fastback Shelby GT 500. Stuffing the rolls of cash in my pockets.

I walked out of the house and got behind the wheel of the mustang driving back to the Baxter house and parking the beautiful pony inside the garage.

Going for a walk to the radio shack that was conveniently only two blocks away I bought a bunch of resources I would need in making more inventions and gadgets once I was done at the electronics store that was funnily enough named Lectronics store.

I went to the convenience store and bought many household chemicals and some foodstuffs while also stopping at a hippy store and buying the best cut quartz crystals I could find.

As I was walking home my arms started to ache from all the weight I was carrying.

I was about to cut through an alley when u heard a scream at the other end and the malicious laughter of a group of thugs.

"Ahh please don't do this, someone help me ! ! !.". Yelled a distinctively feminine voice.

"Haha no one's gonna come help you bitch this is purple dragon turf." Said a thug as he ripped her top open.

Setting down my bags behind the dumpster I set my pistol to incineratorinator mode and went to kill some dicks.

"Hey cock suckers !." I shouted as I lined up a shot on one of the 5 scum bags.

"Fuck odd kid before Bunky here rapes your ass." Said the guy with dragon tattoos on his face.

"Kukukukuku, bossman, can I have the little boy bitches aren't my thing." Said the one called Bunky.

"Sur." Said tattoo face.

"Run kid." Said the pretty redheaded woman who looked to be in her late teens to early twenties.

But I didn't run. I fired on the purple dragon scum rapidly turning them to ash.

"What the fuck just happened?." Asked the redheaded woman.

Once I was close enough to her I noticed the designer clothes, large diamond jewelry and the five thousand dollar heels.

She was gorgeous though with her dirty blonde hair, stunning blue eyes, smooth white skin, large breasts and a nice thicc ass.

I took off my blanket and put it over her shoulders while offering her my hand.

She cautiously looked up at me with big watery eyes and latched onto me in a hug crying her heart out.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." She sobbed against my stomach, soaking my shirt in tears and snot.

Not really sure how to handle her I just petted her head and whispered comforting words to her.

"Come on, let's go to my house where we can be comfortable." I said softly.

"Mmm." Moaned the young woman as she nodded her head in agreement.

I quickly grabbed my purchases while she ripped some of the bags from one hand so she could hold my hand walking back to my house.

Entering the house that had warmed up considerably with the micro generator I created providing electricity to the house.

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Laura PoV.

'Ugh why do I have to go to another charity in the projects?.'

I was all dressed up looking good and rich since of course I can't shame the family name by just dressing like a normal girl and blending in with the people that actually live in the projects.

Ever since I turned 18 and took over the family business I've had zero free time.

Getting into the backseat of the limo I called Becky using the car phone. We were talking about the perverted old men that would try and cop feels and get in our pants all night at this charity event.

When the limo stopped outside of where I thought the event was being held and the driver drove off before I could confirm it with the receptionist.

Finding out the event was a whole four blocks away I decided to walk. I'm a rich white girl no one will attack me I thought.

But that didn't last long. A group of guys that had been drinking and smoking on some cement steps gave me some catcalls making me feel good about myself but then they started following me and when I got to a part of the street that wasn't lit they pulled me into an alley.

I thought it was all over for me and then this cute kid with a toy gun saves me by turning those assholes into ash and then he wraps me in a blanket and lets me vent on him and now I'm in his home.

The house looks like it's been neglected for sometime but is also being lived in.

I could see pictures of the cute boy, no young man that saved me and a darker skinned woman who looked rather pretty but worn out in photos all over the house.

"Umm if you want you can take a shower and I can grab some of mama's clothes for you to wear. If you want to, that is."

"Yes I'd like that I'm all dirty bu-but could you stay with me while I do so I don't want to be alone?." I wasn't proud at how broken, scared and desperate I sounded. But I really couldn't stand the idea of being alone.

He gave me the most understanding, reassuring and warm smile any one had ever given me, his eyes filled with warmth and care but not an ounce of pity.

Badump Badump Badump.

"Ohh by the way my name's Baxter, Baxter Stockman. What's your name?.

"Ugh, love you I mean Fallon, Fallon Carrington CEO of Carrington oil and energy." Said the dirty blonde haired woman.

'Ohh God please tell me he didn't notice my slip up. Ohh God his eyes are smiling he noticed ahhh this is so embarrassing.'

"Well Fallon why don't you go get in the shower and I'll grab those clothes for you and I'll come in and wait for you to get done."

I couldn't reply to him. I was so embarrassed so I just nodded…

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"Damn I've killed 8 people today one of them being an innocent mercy kill but damn shouldn't I be throwing up and feeling guilty or something?."

'Why all I did was kill animals that didn't deserve to live except for Hana, that is I'm sorry Hana I should have tried to help you heal from your pain and not just killed you at your request.' I replied to my own question mentally.

Walking into Mama Baxter's bedroom a wave of nostalgia hit me. The room still smelled of her sugar cookie lotion and vanilla perfume.

I felt tears running down my cheeks as the last memory of a living mama Baxter on her deathbed played in my mind.

"Promise me baby that you won't spend all your time on science and that you'll find a good woman to love and to love you back." Said mama Baxter as her eyelids slowly closed and her life came to an end.

Little Baxter Stockman crying and begging mama not to leave him that she was the only woman he needed.

I found myself curled up on the foot of her bed crying in a ball when I felt the soft touch of fingers threading through my short curly hair.

But when I looked around nobody was there going into the closet I grabbed out a thin blue sundress for Laura.

As I was walking towards the bathroom I heard sobbing hanging the dress up on the towel rack.

"Hey it's okay you're safe here. I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise." I said to Fallon compassionately.

~Hic~ "thank you Baxter." Said Fallon.

I put the lid down on the toilet seat and just sat there in companionable silence once the shower turned off though I went outside the bathroom, assembling a hair dryer and grabbing a hair brush.

The sight of Fallon with her wet hair and the brown colored towel wrapped around her body.

"Why don't you sit down on the edge of the tub and I'll help dry your hair." I said.

"Hehehe, Okay." Replied Fallon.

The blow dryer I made dried Laura's hair instantly and I used the brush to brush it out while she purred like a content kitten.

Once I was done and her hair was brushed out and looking all lustrous, voluminous and silky soft.

"All done I'll just be in my room while you get dressed." I said as I hid my awkward boner that I got from looking down at the way her large breasts pushed out against the towel.

'Hehehehe, he's so cute and caring. Wow, is that his cock it's so big it's really filling out his sweats. I know it's wrong and he's like 8 years younger than me but I'm going to do it. Damn I make this dress look good.' Thought Fallon.

I was sitting at my desk working on a personal shield generator using a digital wrist watch as the casing.

Some quartz crystals for the power storage and some good ole ingenuity. The watch was big and clunky like the 1st Gen omnitrix.

I was so involved in my work I didn't notice Fallon sexily walking towards me in that blue sundress that's chest looked like it was going to burst trying to hold her considerable bust while it tightly clung to her hips highlighting her thicc thighs and booty.

The back of my head was soon engulfed by a soft pillowy feeling as a heavy but comfortable weight leaned against me.