Just something I thought up when I couldn't sleep.
Chapter 1 - First meeting
It was nearly midnight when a dark figure could be seen exiting a New York apartment building. As the girl walked down the sidewalk she pulled the hood of her black jacket farther over her face. Suddenly she was pulled into an alley, a hand covering her mouth.
Her eyes widened in surprise, her hand immediately grabbing the knife in her pocket. She stepped on the man's foot, digging her heel in until she heard a gasp of pain. She turned and scowled at the man, a knife in her hand. She quickly looked over the man who had tried to mug her. He was scrawny, probably in his thirties, with his own knife in hand.
"G-give me your money", he stammered.
"Idiot", she muttered, as she stood there, tensed.
He lunged, his knife aimed at her face. She dodged his poor attack and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back, using his momentum against him. She wrapped her leg around his and pulled it out from under him with a jerk. He fell to his knees with a howl of pain. She knocked him out with her knife. He'd be fine in the morning, with the exceptional bump on his head.
She exited the alley and continued her walk, acting as if nothing had happened. She turned a corner, bumping into someone.
"Sorry", she mumbled, trying to avoid confrontation. Sadly no such luck.
"Why did you do that?" She heard the man ask. She kept walking, ignoring the man. A hand grabbed her wrist, stopping her. With a growl she grabbed the hand and flipped the man onto his back. She walked faster, ignoring the grunt of pain she heard from behind her. She heard footsteps behind her, running to catch up. She sighed. She really didn't need this tonight.
She started running, ducking around a corner and into an alley. The footsteps followed. She stopped when she almost ran into the wall at the end of the alley. Shoot, a dead end. She looked around frantically; she saw a fire escape and a dumpster. She ran to the fire escape, not wanting to hide in a dumpster, and started climbing, unfortunately so did he. She reached the top, and looked around, nothing. She leapt to the next building, looking for a hiding place, and the next, and the next, until a hand grabbed her wrist again. She tried to pull away, but he gripped her too tightly. She looked up, finally taking in the face of her pursuer. He was a turtle! He had a blue mask tied around his head and a pair of swords on his back.
She hid her surprise and greeted him like she did everyone else who made the mistake of grabbing her. He bent over holding his stomach, she had a strong kick!
She stood there confidently, even though she was anything but. She was tired of running.
"What do you want", she hissed angrily.
"Why did you attack that man?" He asked.
To his surprise she started laughing.
"W-why are you laughing?" He stammered. "You attacked an innocent man for no reason!"
It took her another minute before she got her laughter under control. "That's why you were chasing me?" she asked, "so you could reprimand me for attacking a man who tried to mug me?"
He blinked at her. "Oh, I must have missed that part".
"Why do you care anyway?" She demanded, "What are you, some sort of hero?" The anger was back.
"Sort of", he mumbled, embarrassed.
"Well go be a hero somewhere else", she spat.
He stared at her in surprise, one second she was almost hysterical, and the next she looked ready to murder him.
She turned and stormed off, leaving a confused turtle behind her.
[A/N] So...? Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, but no flames please.