I almost forgot! I don't own anything but the plot line and Kiana…and a few other Oc's
In a universe where being different could have you and your family put under severe restrictions and under government watch, the Norms rule. The few with magic are tracked from birth and prohibited from bearing offspring. "Darker" beings that live in the streets, living off of blood and transforming when the moon shines fully in the sky are forced into hiding at risk of death. Schools are segregated and most only allow Norms, so many illegal Magiks sneak in, pretending they are normal, in hopes of someday being equal. Small groups of rebels fight for this revolution.
The streets where silent, as the curfew bell rang. They silence echoed through the streets, under the mundane walkways, and around the lit street lamps. All was still. And then, in an instant, figures began dancing through the alley's. Footsteps filled the air as the creatures of night rejoiced in the dark. High above all of the sudden movement, shining blue eyes flashed silver. The eyes decorated a strong face, covered by a dark blue mask. Blond hair fell to his chin. His dark blue attire blended with the dark cityscape.
Usually this figure was accompanied by three others, but tonight he was grateful for the separation. Soon, he would be forced to spend almost every moment with the others, plus more. Yes, tonight he wanted to live freedom in the night.
He smiled to himself when he heard the music. Leaping from building to building, he followed its hypnotizing melody until he reached the end of the larger buildings. There below him figures danced in the firelight and bands played with everything they were worth. The young man leapt from his perch, a faint blue glow seemed to slow his descent and he landed gracefully on the ground. He joined the mob of people.
As he walked he kept his eyes and his ears open.
"We can win," hushed whispers followed that particular announcement made by a man wearing a full face white mask. And although everyone in this particular clearing was wearing masks, this man stood out. His magic swirled around him in dark loud burst. The young man eyed him carefully. He seemed to be a radical reformer, and while they were to be admired…they were also to be feared.
"He's right you know."
They young man span around, his hand on his ancient Katana, wandering how someone could have snuck up on him. Behind him he came face to face with a woman. Her face was also hidden by mask. She wore a green full body suit that matched her mask. Her eyes burned golden, and her long flowing black hair flared in the wind, dancing like the fire behind her.
"What is he right about?" the young man allowed himself to ask wearingly. The girl moved close and began dancing close to him. He stiffened, preferring to keep hiS space, and yet drawn to the girl.
"Us winning. We're powerful enough. But I don't like him or his methods," her body danced seductively like the wind around him, "Your one of the four Night turtles, aren't you?" he didn't answer, "Well then you've heard of him. He's the radical reformer, kidnapping the Norm's children. Using them as bait." He had heard of him and glanced over his shoulder. The girl stopped in front of him, pressing herself against him and leaning close. She brushed her lips against him before going to his ear.
"He will try to make an alliance with you. If you have any honor, Blue, do not accept this offer." He looked at her quizzically.
"Who are you?"
She smiled, "No one," her eyes gleamed green before returning to their shade of gold. Leo felt the power rolling off of her. The man waved the people away and approached the two who remained. His eyes where clear blue, almost white. His smile was cold.
"Daughter," the man took the raven haired girl's arm and inclined his head to the blue clad boy, "Making friends?" he reached his hand out to shake, the young man took it apprehensively. He felt as though the man's cold eyes were gazing into his soul.
"Blue, sir," he said quietly, not wanting to appear rude. His eyes searched the girls face. It was blank but her eyes were burning, trying to speak with him. This night was not going the way he had planned. The father and daughter's magic blurred together, looking like it was battling. His dark tones tried to swallow her light gold and purples and greens, but they refused to be silent and flaired around her.
It wasn't a normal talent, being able to see Magik's magic, but Blue used it as often as he could. The different tones and hues of magic told a lot about a person. The man's was telling him to take the girls advice.
"From the Night Turtles?" his face lit up, "Well my friend, we are allies then, working for the same thing. Call me Liberator," his magic tried to seep around Blue's body. Blue scowled and pressed his own magic like a shield. The Liberator's smile only faltered for a second, "You are powerful my friend. I think I will be in touch with you but now I fear, we must beg your pardon." The girl remained silent, her warning echoed in Blue's head. Her father grasped her tightly by the shoulder and led her away. They disappeared in the night.
"Well that was odd," Blue muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. He doubted that he had heard the end of it, but he only wanted to salvage what was left of his night. As he turned to walk further into the crowd he scowled, sensing a shift, "What are you doing here, Red?" he hissed turning to a young man with dark black hair. His face was covered with a blood red mask and his outfit was strikingly similar to that of blue's only it was red.
"I could ask you the same thing, Blue," a rough voice answered back. Dark, almost black eyes burned into him, flashing red, and Blue knew his night of fun was over, "You're not supposed to be here, Fearless Leader." Blue rolled his eyes at the nickname.
"Fine, let's go."
Red seemed taken back at how quickly Blue had caved. But he led the way from the pulsing crowd. His fist tightened in anger. Of course Blue thought he could get away with breaking the rules, he thought bitterly. They made the assent through the city quickly and quietly. Above their grate, Blue stopped Red with a hand to the shoulder.
"Raph," he started quietly. His brother shook him off, turning to him.
"I don't want no excuses, Leo," he quipped sighing and rubbing his eyes, "We start school in the morning, Leo. So I ain't going to rat you out. I understand needing to get away, but Sensei was very specific about that place. Please, don't make me be a stickler for the rules." Raph eyed his twin carefully. Leo smiled and nodded leaping down into the sewers.
"Thank you," he whispered up the drain. Now he needed to sleep, and prepare himself for the worst fear of all, Senior Year.
"Michelangelo!" shouting outside of Leo's door made him groan into his pillow, "I told you to pack your belongings last night!" Leo chuckled, classic Mikey. He rolled out of bed, pulling out blue jeans and a plain long sleeved shirt.
"Mikey! What did you do with my lap top?" another voice cried.
"I put it back! I swear I did Don," Mikey replied dodging unseen into Leo's room.
"No you didn't! Mike where are you?" Donny cried. Leo snickered causing his red haired little brother to spin around finger to his lips.
"What did you do with Don's laptop, Mikey?" Leo asked rubbing a hand affectionately through Mikey's short spiky locks. His big brown eyes sparkled and flashed orange.
"I didn't spill milk on it, if that's what you're asking."
Leo sighed; his mousy haired brother would not be happy, "Get ready for school, Mikey." Mikey grinned and saluted him.
"Yes, sir. Cover for me would you? Please, Leo!" he scampered out leaving an exasperated Leo. Shaking his head, Leo grabbed his bag from the floor and walked out of the door. He grabbed Don, gently stopping his mad babbling about his lap top.
"Take mine for today, Don," the junior gazed at him, green eyes wide behind his glasses.
"But," he spluttered, shaking his curly brown hair, "Do you know how low tech yours is? I've put hours and hours into mine! Leo, where is my laptop?"
"You'll take Leo's or go with a milk covered one," Raph grumbled his black hair tumbling over his eyes. He glared at Donny with his hand deep in his tight skinny jeans pocket. Don sputtered.
"M-milk?" realization crossed his face when Mikey exited his bedroom, skate board and long shorts in tow, "MIKEY!" Leo shot his twin a death glare. Raph grinned and turned to the door.
"Have a good day my sons," their grandfather, who had become their father, stood in the kitchen door, his grey hair long and neatly combed back into a pony tail. The four smiled respectively and bowed their heads to him. Don grabbed Leo's laptop, grumbling to himself and followed his brothers to the street above.
Leo often wondered, watching his brothers walking beside him, if they felt as naked as he did without his mask. He felt exposed and unprotected and he had the irrational fear that someone would recognize them. In school they had totally different lives. Raph and Leo could hardly deny their relations, so they were the only two related out of the four, but people seldom asked about family relations. Norm's were to self absorbed to look any closer for fear of being called different.
"See yah," Raph muttered breaking away, taking a back street. Donny and Mike nodded their head and disappeared down different streets. Leo sighed, making his way to the looming building. He easily made his way through the stuffed halls and screaming Norms. He sat through the introductory classes, nodding and saying a few hi's to acquaintances from years past. He spent most of his time gazing out of the window, wishing to be anywhere but there. He glanced at his schedule, grateful to see a free period.
He made his way out to the empty plaza, the cool wind nipping at him.
"Hey sweat heart!" Leo pulled his music out of his pocket, ignoring the idiots a few feet away calling to a pretty girl reading a book, "Honey, I'm talking to you!" he turned the music up. He watched them stand and saunter toward her.
She glanced up at them, her gold eyes cold, "I'm reading, 'Honey," Leo ground his teeth together, before his head snapped up. Gold eyes? Fate sucked.
The boy smirked grabbing the book, "I could think of a better thing a pretty girl like you could have in her hands." She glared up at him and Leo took a deep breath as her aura pulsed.
"Give it back."
"Hey, Kyle, go hit on someone more privy to your charms. Try the freshmen," Leo bit, swiftly grabbing the book from him. Kyle scowled and poked him in the chest.
"Mind your own business, Leo-tardo," he slapped hands with his buddies, cracking up with laughter. He drapped his arm over the girls shoulder. She glared at him.
"I suggest you get your arm off of me." She grabbed his hand causing him to wince as she threw it off, "You man, me woman, go make fire." She shooed him away.
"You'll regret this," Kyle muttered his face darkening. She rolled her eyes as he walked off. She turned smiling, to Leo, who stiffened. She looked him up and down. She stood about 6 inches shorter than him, but emanated power.
"Thank you, Blue," He froze waiting to see what she would do next. She smiled, "Can I have my book back, please?" Leo tossed it to her. She shook her head, "Don't worry. I won't tell if you don't." she spread her arms wide. He looked at her wearily, she sighed and held her hand out, "I'm Kiana."
"Leo," he took her hand, surprised to find that it was soft. She smiled at him again and he couldn't help but smile back, "I don't trust you."
"Good, because you shouldn't." Leo laughed pulling his hand away.
"Leo? Who's this?" Raph's base voice came from behind him. Kiana looked over his shoulder, smiling widely. The hairs stood on end as she gracefully stepped around him. Leo's hand shot out to her shoulder. Her eyes grew wide.
"Ah, so you're one of the others." Dammit he'd given Raph away.
"What?" Raph barked eyeing her carefully. She quirked her head, watching him carefully.
"Who the hell is this chick?" the thought filtered through Leo's mind. He shook his head as his brothers red magic drifted through Kiana's pulsating green cloud.
"My name is Kiana, I met your brother last night," her voice was innocent enough, but Raphael squinted his eyes suspiciously, "Is your favorite color red?" Raph jerked his head up to Leo.
"You told her?"
"No, he didn't tell me your secrets," her grin couldn't possibly grow any larger, "You have them, too. Don't you?" She circled them.
"Aren't you being just a tad ostentatious?" Leo muttered, glancing around. All of the auras where flat, lacking any signs of magic.
"They won't notice. I swear," she stopped and quirked her head at Raph, again, "You know you really should learn how to filter your thoughts more."
"What? You a mind reader or something?" Raph barked, ready to fight.
"No," she said, "But you need to learn to be weary of those who do. I'm just good at…reading people I suppose. I get feelings that always point me in the correct direction," she looked at the darker teen who was uncharacteristically quiet, "You get them, too."
Raph gritted his teeth, he didn't know who she was, and he sure as hell didn't like how much she knew about them. He looked at his brother, who's blue eyes were guarded and weary, "Why shouldn't we just kill you now?" His brother took a step forward…as if to ward off an attack. Raph glared at him.
Leo didn't know what it was that made him defensive. Kiana grinned up at him, "As much as I'm sure I wouldn't last ten seconds against both of you, I think we could help each other," her face transformed, "Leo, he will try again, and he won't like 'no'." Her golden eyes penetrated Leo.
"Who?" Raph barked.
"The Liberator," Leo muttered.
"My father," Kiana turned her gaze to Raph, "He wants the four, or at least one of the four."
"This would be why we aren't allowed to go there, Leo," Raph groaned, just what they needed.
"Shut up, Raph," Leo sighed, "How can we help each other Kiana?"
"I can teach you how to block your mind, how to control your anger," her eyes flicked to Raph who scowled, "And you can teach me hand to hand combat."
"How can we trust you? If it's your own father you're tellin us to deny…" Raph hissed through his teeth, arms crossed over his chest. Kiana looked at him thoughtfully.
"You can't really trust me, and you really shouldn't but," she smiled again, "What will it hurt to learn? And as for my father, well, you will agree with me in time concerning him."
"When would we do it?" Leo inquired. Raph sighed, excepting defeat.
"Well I could teach the two of you how to block your minds here. Its inconspicuous, but as for my training…"
"I could meet you come where after night falls." Leo suggested.
"Because Sensei is going to be peachy with that," Raph rolled his eyes.
"Don't be so negative, Raphy," Kiana laughed swatting at his arm. He glared at her, Raphy? Really?
"Someplace relatively open, so that we can both feel safe," Leo glanced at his twin, "Raph, you told me last night not to make you a stickler for rules. Fine, don't tell Sensei," it felt wrong to say, "We'll tell him when the time is right."
"And if this is some elaborate scheme to kill you? Then what, Leo?"
"My name is Kiana Glass, my address is in the records, and if I hurt you or Leo, you can hunt me down and kill me."
` Her admissions took the brothers by surprise, "Why would you tell us that?"
"I want to learn to defend myself, you're the only ones who I would be willing to learn from," she was more subdued now. Her life was in their hands, and she only hoped she'd made the right decision. Leo looked to Raph.
"Fine, you've got my attention. How about Leo and I meet you at eleven above North Tower," his face remained passive, his dark eyes burned into the girl.
"Alright, if you want to bring the others-,"
"Don't count on it," Raph smirked, "You work with us, we will teach the other two."
"Fine," she opened her book and started to walk away, "Your practice will start tomorrow. See you tonight."
The twins watched her walk away. Raph turned to his fair counterpart, "Fearless, I hope that you know what you're doin."
As he walked away Leo couldn't help but agree.