Hi people! It's my first TMNT fic! Yay! Now for a summary.
Spera was a girl who was in an unfortunate accident when she was two years old. The back of her brain was damaged and blinded her for life. She lost her family not long after. Now she is just an orphaned blind girl who works at an old antique store for its charitable owner, then a man named Bishop comes to call. Suddenly Spera is dragged into the turtle's lives and with Bishop and the Foot ninja both trying to get her, how is she going to come out alive?
Century Antique Store
Spera dusted off an old wooden mask carefully. It was sort of strange to be dusting off something you couldn't see but that was what she was used to. She carefully placed the mask to where it was before she picked it up and sat down on the chair nearby. She sneezed a little at the dust.
"Imprecor hic pulvis." Spera sighed.
"Ah, you don't have much to complain about with the dust. I swear, you speak Latin just as well as you speak English!" the shop owner chuckled somewhere to her right.
"Oh! Sir, I didn't know you were there." Spera said, blushing.
"Understandable. Come, it is nearly time to close the shop," the shop owner said. His name was Mr. Kelpling. He was a portly middle-aged man with a brown mustache and rosy cheeks that were obviously built for smiling, though Spera didn't know any of that. She only knew it was him every time because of his cheerful voice. She never forgot voices.
"Quippe." Spera said.
"Translation?" Mr. Kelpling chuckled.
"It means 'sure'." Spera said. She lightly put her hand on the wall and felt her way to the door. Just before she put on the 'closed' sign, however, there was the tinkling of bells that announced a visitor.
"Excuse me but it is closing time, sir." Mr. Kelpling said politely.
"I just need to see your employee," the new arrival said. Spera inwardly shivered at how cold the man's voice sounded.
"Why do you need to see me?" Spera asked with a hint of weariness in her voice, turning to the man. There was a pause where Spera assumed the man was looking her over.
"You're the one," the man muttered. "We'll be taking her."
"Now what is the meaning of this? Why do you think I would just let you take Spera?" Mr. Kelpling said indignantly.
"I'm not coming with you." Spera said simply.
"Secure the area!" the man shouted to someone outside. There was a series of tinklings as more people came inside, and by the clicks that were sounding everywhere Spera concluded there were guns.
"What is the meaning of this? Who are you?" the shop owner sputtered.
"I'm Bishop, that is a name you wont soon forget." Bishop said. Bishop… even the name sent shivers down Spera's back. Someone grabbed her hair roughly.
"You're coming with us," a male voice rasped in her ear.
"Spera! Run!" Mr. Kelpling shouted. Okay, by the way the man was holding her hair, Spera could assume he was behind her. She did the only thing she could think of. She lifted her leg and threw it behind her with all the strength she could muster.
The strangled shout of pain and the sound of someone falling to the ground behind her told her she had hit her mark. Before anyone could react, she burst through the door and ran as fast as she could. The sound of tapping feet behind her told her she was being pursued. She was right; Bishop and several of his other agents were chasing her through the New York streets.
Spera narrowly avoided getting hit by an oncoming car and she felt herself tiring. She couldn't tire now; those people were still chasing her! What did they want? Why did they want her?
She put on an extra burst of speed and the next thing she knew she was falling. She screamed and she hit solid concrete. She blacked out when her leg snapped under her.
A/N
Well, I know it was short, but trust me when I say it will get better. I own nothing, and on to the translations!
Imprecor hic pulvis: Curse this dust.
Quippe: sure, certainly, of course.
Sorry if I got some Latin wrong, I had to rely on a digital dictionary! Review please!