Hello everyone, it's me Leolover95. I have a new story for everyone. I have been really into this new story and I must say this is probably my best piece of work. Now for the standard greeting... The Ninja Turtles do not belong to me, but all OC does.
Click, clack, click, clack.
Remmy cringed inwardly as her heels echoed through the air as they hit the cold concrete sidewalk. It was not smart for her to be walking around New York this late at night, but she had to get home, her son was waiting on her. She could not believe her friends had talked her into leaving the five month old alone with a sitter, but since it was Jo's birthday and she couldn't say no - she was her only best friend in the whole city.
Jo had offered that Remmy could stay at her place because New York was a dangerous place, especially for girls who had been drinking. Remmy assured her that she did not have a single sip of alcohol. When Jo was still reluctant on her leaving Remmy told her she only lived a few blocks away. Jo had finally let her go- actually Remmy snuck out after the effects of too many shots of tequila called Jo to the bathroom.
Now Remmy was a block away from her apartment complex. She smiled warmly as she thought about getting home and seeing her beautiful baby boy. He was born completely on accident...
Remmy had moved to New York to be with a guy who she was crazy about, Vincent Pazulla. He was a brooklyn god with short black hair, picercing blue eyes, rock hard abs, and bulging biceps. She was totally infatuated with him, but at the time she thought it was true love.
One time was all it took. Vincent convinced her to try it once without the condom. It was the first and last time they would ever do that because a week later Vincent found a new girl and kicked Remmy to the curb. Nine months later she had her son Ryan Christopher Black
"Momma!" Remmy stopped dead in her tracks. She thought she was hearing things.
"Momma!" There it was again a cry so faint that Remmy could hardly hear it, but she had heard it.
"Momma!" It was with that last cry that Remmy sought past her better judgement to help whoever the cries belonged to. She did not know if it was a trap and what was waiting for her were a group of thugs or if it was all just in her mind.
Remmy crept down the dark alley in the direction of the cries, but they had stopped. Remmy could not see where she was going. she held her breath waiting to hear the cries again as she crept closer to the end of the alley. She prayed that whoever was waiting for her at the end did not have any plans on harming her.
Remmy let out a slow staggered breath as she passed a dumpster. She began to hear whimpering. She looked back and saw a frightened pair of amber eyes. Remmy crouched down slowly in an attempt to get the whimpering person closer to her.
Remmy slowly reached into the pocket of her leather bomber jacket, clutched her cell phone in her hand and slowly drew it out. Remmy hoped that she would be able to better identify the person if there was some light.
Remmy held the phone in the direction of the eyes. "Fuck!" She whispered to herself as the phone's blue light had hardly shown any bit of the person from how far away she was from them.
Remmy then saw the pair of amber eyes coming closer to her. Followed by the sound of footsteps. She could only guess from how close the eyes seemed to be to the ground and the soft nimble steps that she was dealing with a small child. A feeling a relief rushed over her. The tiny footsteps drew closer and closer. The footsteps stopped as a tiny hand reached for the phone.
Remmy held back the feeling of shock that was growing through her. Gripping her hand and the phone was a small three fingered green hand. Only one person she knew had hands like that, infact, they were rather large green hands, but she had to see its face to determine if her assumption was true.
She pushed the phone gently into the small hands. The screen lit up a vary faint blue. The hands moved the phone closer to its amber eyes to get a good look at it. Remmy could not hold back the gasp of shock that escaped her lips. Her assumption was proven true. Standing inches away from Remmy's crouched from was a small mutant turtle.
At April O' Neil's apartment 12:30 A.M.
"I didn't mean to lose him!" The raven haired teen cried.
"He said he wanted to play ninja. The next thing I know the lights were off and he was gone! I looked for him everywhere but I couldn't find him."
Rachel Jones sobbed into her mother's arms. She had been trusted to watch Raph Junior while her parents and her uncles went out to dinner because her uncle Michelangelo was back in town.
"Shhh. Shhh. Its okay honey." April O'Neil said in an attempt to sooth her daughter.
"OKAY!" Raphael roared. "How is any of this okay?! MY. SON. IS. MISSING."
Rachel cried even harder into her mother's arms.
"Raph, ease up on Rachel. It's not like she meant to do this to ya. She loves ya and Junior to death. She wouldn't do any thing to hurt ya."
Casey jones said to defend his daughter. It was only a matter of time before Raphael completely blew his top.
"Casey's right Raph," A tall blond, blue eyed woman spoke up. "Your yelling isn't going to find our son any faster."
Raphael turned to the blond. His amber eyes burning almost a ferial yellow. He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off.
"Raphael Hamato if the next words out of your mouth isn't an apologe to Rachel, You'll be sleeping on the couch indefinitely."
Raphael closed his mouth but he was seething. He just stared at his wife his amber eyes softening a tiny bit. He then turned away from her and walked out the door to April's apartment but not before slamming it shut.
"Marci, I don't know why you deal with him." Michelangelo said in amazement.
"I don't know how I do either." Marceline stated as she stared at the door her husband just walked out of. Her heart broke as she thought of the way Rapheal had looked at her as if she was the enemy in all this. She cared just as much about finding her son but she had to be the level headed one in all of this. It was just the way things worked in their marriage.
Marceline slumped down on the couch next to Rachel and hugged her neice tightly. Quiet sobs still racked the young girls body.
"It's okay Rachel," Marceline said in hopes to calm Rachel down. "Uncle Raph just loses his temper...sometimes..."
Rachels sobs stopped. She looked at her aunt with bloodshot green eyes.
"I'm sorry." She croaked quietly, her voice nearly gone from sobbing.
"Everything will be okay." Marceline assured her. "Now go get some sleep."
Rachel did as she was told. She rose from the couch quietly told everyone goodnight and walked off to her bedroom.
Shortly after Rachel went off to bed, Donatello and Leonardo entered April's apartment. Their faces downtrodden. April rose from the couch walked to the kitchen and came out holding two frosty beers in her hand. She then handed one to the two turtles who had slumped themselves on the couch next to Marceline.
Donatello was the first to chug his beer down. The alcohol going to his brain calming him down. It had felt like the longest night of searching in his life. To come up empty handed broke Donatello's heart in more than one way. It was his job to keep an eye on the family and he had failed them. He was also ashamed he was supposed to be a technical genius but the tracker he embedbed in Raphael Juniors chain did not work. He felt hopeless he did not know what to do he just hoped he was somewhere safe.
Thank you guys so much for reading! If you want to review feel free. I'm working on chapter two right now it may be up in a few days depending on my schedule. Thanks so much, Leolover95
