The Mermaid and the Angel

Artemiss K Arrow

Mermaid… an abused mutant female turtle… finds her Guardian Angel…and he's more then she's ever dreamed of…

Rated M for extreme violence, graphic descriptions of rape and adult themes. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Chapter 1

Siren's Wail

Raph POV

I'm in pain.

My chest feels like it's gonna rip.

I race over the rooftops, trying to escape the fact that I'm never going be loved.

I'm not ever going to feel that feeling. Ever.

Venus chose Leo.

Of course.

I'm happy for him, for her, but me?

I feel nothing but disgust and anger.

As I tear across the rooftops, my breath ragged and my sides burning, my pain begins to grow.

I can't take it.

I screech to a stop and I scream, as a loud crash of thunder rocks the earth.

At the same time, I hear something.

A shriek of anguish wails through the night, faint, but clear.

The cry for help shoots through me and I swear angrily as I follow the sound. It's coming from the next building…an empty abandoned one. I race and crash, shell-first, through the window, rolling to a stop and I pause, listening carefully. The glass is shattered, allowing the pouring rain to blow in, pooling on the worn, dusty floor.

I hear crying and sobbing, from the next room, and my throat tightens as I snarl, kicking the door down and tear this massive thug off the limp figure he's rapin'.

I throw him down, snarling," Ya picked a hell of a night to be rapin' innocent girls, ya know that!?"

I don't give him a chance to respond. I don't care about his fear, his surprise or shock.

I stab my sai through his heart. His eyes roll back in his head as I slash his throat.

I stand up, and turn away from him in disgust…and that's when I see her.

My breath catches in my throat.

I feel like I've just been NAILED with the 8:11 subway.

Her eyes are filled with tears, but this only enhances the dark green color that shimmers like sun-filtered ocean water. Her hair is cut in a short bob, and it's a dark maroon-red color, setting off her pale skin. She's very small…and she's bruised, thin and there's cuts on her neck, arms and legs…

Her skin the palest green I've ever seen. It's almost white and glowing.

She's a female mutant turtle.

Her shell is small, dark red-brown, and her pale yellow plastron looks golden compared to her pale skin color.

She's so beautiful…

Damn it…

HE RAPED HER?!

She's sobbing, her knees drawn to her chest, her head bowed.

She has her knees tucked up real close to her chest, her forehead resting on her kneecaps, shaking, quivering, sobbing.

She's silhouetted against whatever light is coming from the broken window, with every flash of lighting and crash of thunder. Blood is leaking from other cuts, both deep and shallow, long and short, pooling on the floor, mixing with driplets of rain that blows in from the broken window.

For a second, I see her small tail, protruding from her shell, bleeding, curled between her ankles, and I quickly avert my eyes back to her face, unable to believe what has transpired here…

I try to make my voice as gentle as possible," He's gone, he'll never hurt you again."

She looks at me.

Her eyes pierce me, and…oh hell, she's so innocent looking! Her jade-green eyes are so big, so sad…

This precious, rare, jewel was violated by that motherfucker I just killed!??

I hate my life.

She finally speaks, sobs interrupting her," I'm sorry, I … I just can't…" she breaks down, wailing softly, drawn into a tight little ball.

I crouch by her, but I don't get too close. I don't want ta scare her.

Fuck me if I do, she was just raped! There's no way I want her to think I'm gonna take advantage of her.

"Hey, it's okay. You'll be alright. No one's gonna hurt you. Not so long as I can help it!"

I sez softly, trying to comfort her.

I realize I can't take her to a hospital, and her thighs have some blood smeared on the inside. I'm getting worried. How long as she been here? How old is she? This abuse is evidently been going on, from the looks of her cuts and bruises…

I quickly ask," Do you have family?"

She shakes her head slowly.

"No…they're all gone." She whispers.

I swallow hard.

She looks at me and blushes. She's so beautiful…

"I…I have nothing. Nowhere to go. Nothing to give you. So, you can't take me home…Don't bother with me." She says softly, looking away from me.

My heart tightens and something in me snaps.

"Hell I will." I reply hotly," There ain't no way I'm leavin' ya here, alone, like dis."

She smiles, but it's such an empty, dull smile.

"Look, uh, the only safe place I know is at my home…with my family. I've got four brothers and one sister, and my father. We won't hurt you, and you can stay as long as ya want ta."

I'm hoping, pleading that she'll come. That she won't refuse and look at me with distrust.

She stands up, shakily, and says," Thank you…"

"I'm Raphael." I reply.

"My name is…is Mermaid." She says. She seems like she's in pain. Physical pain.

"What's wrong? What hurts?" I ask, worried.

"He… he just knocked the wind outta me so many times… not only with his hand… but when he was raping me too…" She says, taking a step, she stumbles and I catch her instinctively.

She looks at me in surprise. Where I'm touching her is tingling with desire, but I force it down as I try to set her on her feet, but she clings to me, sobbing, she buries her face into my plastron.

I just hold her.

It's all I can do.

I hold her, and just try to be there for her.

The broken glass from the other room is glimmering with every flash of lighting, and I now notice that I have cuts from the window…great, more blood. Hell, it's on the floor…

Well, at least it's MY blood…not her's…

Finally, she stops crying and looks at me.

I try to smile, but I'm so angry, I feel like beating someone else up.

"You k?" I whisper.

"A little." She admits slowly as I put an arm under her to keep her steady, to keep her from falling again. Surprisingly, she seems to be getting calmer, and I tell her," There's glass on the floor, so I'm going to pick you up, so you don't cut your feet."

She nods and I pick her up, and carry her past the broken window, wincing as glass shards cut into me.

"Raphael…Thank you." she whispers softly.

I clear my throat.

"What kind of bastard would I be if I let you here like this?" I ask softly, "Come on."

I carry her out of the room. She gazes at the corpse and shudders.

Roughly, I kick the body and growl," He's not gonna hurt you again. Ever."

She nods and as we leave the building, I set her down, gently, and she keeps close behind me as I open a portal to the sewers.

I can barely hear her behind me.

Uncomfortable, I ask," So, how old are ya?"

"I'm seventeen." She replies softly.

I swallow hard.

She's three years younger then me. I want so much to wrap my arms around her, to hold her close and let her know she's safe. But I don't dare.

For one thing, she's bound to fall in love with Donnie or Mikey. They're both so much friendlier then I am. And though I ain't sayin' that I can't be nice when I feel like it, they'd be the ones to steal her heart. They'd understand the pain she's in, they'd know how to treat her.

She deserves someone sweet, understanding, someone who will be there for her.

I'm none of these things.

I wish I was. Fuck, I wish I knew what to say, how to act, what to do….

For once in my life, I'm terrified. When Mei came into our lives, she was getting' over the death of her father, but at least she was able to avenge him.

Now Mermaid…

She's hurt. More then I realize. She's crying right now, the tears sliding silently down her face.

I turn to her and I say, awkwardly, but as gently as I can," I'm sorry, Mermaid. I wish…I want…I wish I could help you, but, honestly, I've never…I've never been in this situation, I…Aw, fuck, I'm screwing this up…." I groan.

To my surprise, she smiles, gently and says," No, I understand…Thank you…It's just…I've lost everything, and this is the first time I've…well, really realized it, I guess. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be ungrateful, I mean, you saved my life…you avenged me…"

Her voice trails off and a pretty pink blush spreads over her cheeks.

I swallow hard.

"Well, come on…when we get to my home, um, you can sleep in my room. I'll bunk in the livingroom. You can have a shower, too, and we'll get ya somethin' ta eat."

"Thank you…I am starving." She sighs.

As if to prove her point, her stomach growls pretty loud.

I chuckle just a little.

"We'll fix that. I promise, Mermaid."


Poor Mermaid...Where did she come from? and how in the world did she get into such a scrape?

This story is dedicated to anyone who has undergone abuse.

You are not alone.