Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT. (Obviously I don't, if I did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction.)
Raphael made his way through the dark sewers. He had recently had a fight with his older brother and he didn't feel like going back home in some time. Thinking about all the stupid things they had yelled at each other, he kicked a can out of frustration. They had both been really stupid, and he knew it. They weren't children anymore and yet they quarreled like seven year olds every now and then. He actually didn't like the fact that he could get irritated so easily, he really just wanted to be softer and perhaps a little goofy like Mikey; but his pride wouldn't allow it.
"Damn." He thought as he rubbed his hands trying to get the cold out of them. It was late November and the cold of winter was starting to settle in, he seriously regretted storming off like that, without taking a jacket at least. Sooner or later he would have to return home, the cold wouldn't let him wander off deeper into the sewers.
Just as he was turning around to go back, he heard a most peculiar sound, a sound that didn't belong to the cold and smelly sewers, a whimper. Without thinking it twice he followed the noise to a rather dark tunnel. He heard the noise again, and he couldn't help but notice that it sounded pitifully weak. He hurried, and in the distance he could make out the silhouette of a person. The figure was lying on the floor and slumped against the wall. The figure was small, almost like a child, and it wasn't moving at all.
As he moved closer, he couldn't help but notice the dark staining on the floor near the figure. He crouched down beside the figure and noticed it was a girl, no older than April. Her skin looked waxy and there was no color whatsoever on her face, he laid a hand on her shoulder and found it cold. For a moment he feared that she had died in the time it had taken him to find her, but then she opened her eyes and jumped up and pushed Raphael away. "Hey calm down! I just wanna help!" Raphael spoke as he evaded the frantic punches the girl threw at him. Her eyes seemed glossy and Raphael understood that the girl was not actually conscious but rather her body was moving by instinct.
Almost as suddenly as she had reacted she collapsed and Raphael caught her before she made contact with the hard ground. Raphael pondered about what to do next; surely he wouldn't leave her here to die. The hospital was a few blocks away, but it was broad daylight. There was no way he could make it there without being seen. "Maybe I could get Donnie to check up on her and when night comes we can drop her off at the hospital." Raphael felt proud for his good reasoning. "Splinter won't mind at all, I'm sure." Making sure the girl was secure in his arms, Raphael hurried down the tunnels.
Raphael looked down at the girl as he walked; he was surprised he hadn't noticed before how her attire didn't match the weather at all. Her dirty and shredded grey dress was no match for the cold and she wasn't wearing any shoes at all. There were bruises and cuts everywhere he looked, her hair was matted with blood and dirt, and her right wrist seemed dark and bruised as if broken. Had she been fleeing from someone? If so, was that someone dangerous? He wondered if she had escaped from an abusive family; he recalled seen many T.V. shows and movies in which children and teenagers fled their abusive homes. "Great, now I've become melodramatic." He thought.
Authors Note: Hello guys, I finally uploaded a chapter in for the very first time (Yay me!). I really hope you like the story so far. Constructive criticism will be very welcomed and would really appreciate it if you would give me your reviews. Thank you!