The stars were out. The city lights glowed brightly in the approaching evening air. The light rain had let up and left behind that fresh smell she loved. Too bad the Purple Dragons had to ruin that night by going after her. She bit back tears as she rounded the corner, hurrying past and trying not to completely fall apart. She was scared. She didn't want them to find her. They could do unspeakable things to her…and she didn't want that. She hears a muffled cry and stops in her tracks, glancing behind her into the darkened alley.
As she peeped around the corner, she sees Fong clutching a girl's handbag in his hands while holding her against the wall. The girl tries to scream, but Sid covers her hand. The girl was about her age. She had on a green tank top, a pink ruffled skirt, and pink boots. Her hair was light brown, and it falls to the floor. She had emerald green eyes and lightly tanned skin. "Hey!" she cries, grabbing a discarded piece of piping from the trash and running at Fong, whacking him on the head before he could even register what was happening.
Fong grunts, rubbing his head and raising a huge fist at the brunette. Sid raises a fist at her. But before they could land the blow, two figures jump out of nowhere and pull the Purple Dragons off them. There was punching sounds, but neither of the girls could see a thing. Moments later, the fighting stopped. The two girls wait in anticipation before Fong is slumped to the ground. Both of them gasp.
"Who are you?!" she asks, standing in front of the brunette. "That doesn't matter," one of the figures, a guy who sounded about their age, replies in an authoritative tone. "Are you alright, dudettes?" another one asks in a concerned voice. "Y-Yes, we're fine," the brunette, who hadn't spoken until then, stutters. "Good," the strange heroes turns to leave. "Wait!" they turn to the brunette. "Can I at least know your names?" she asks. They stop and looks at them. The brunette could just make out one of their eyes, startling blue in the light of the street lamps. The other one stares at the other girl with baby blue eyes "Leonardo," the one who was staring at the brunette says before disappearing into the night. "And I'm Michelangelo!" the one with baby blue eyes exclaims before he's gone too.
They blink in shock at what just happened. The brunette turns to her. "Thank you for saving me…" she whispers. She smiles and holds out her hand. "Margaret. But my friends call me MT," she explains. The brunette blinks before shaking her hand with a smile. "Amy," she simply says. "So Amy, where do you live?" MT asks. "Nearby. I was walking home when Fong tried to mug me," she answers, pointing south to her apartment. "Oh, I live a block away. I can walk you if you want," MT offers. Amy smiles and nods. "Sure, why not?" she asks.
A sudden gust of cold blew her hair in and out of her eyes as Amy sits on her fire escape outside her apartment. MT had walked her home, and she was glad to make a new friend…but Amy's day wasn't entirely like a normal day. Her ex-boyfriend had tried to apologize, pleading her to give him another chance, but she knew it wasn't worth her time. That still didn't mean it hurt any less…since he cheated on her. She wipes her wet cheeks on her arm.
"What's wrong?" she jumps at the familiar voice of the vigilante from earlier. She could see his figure, crouching on the ladder, still hidden in the shadows. "I'm fine," she answers, turning her head so he wouldn't be able to see her red, puffy eyes. "I, um, just came to make sure you and your friend were okay," he mumbles and she smiles faintly at his thoughtfulness. "Yeah, we're okay. She left a few minutes ago," Amy replies, standing up. The guy shifted backwards, making sure she couldn't see him. "Although, it would be nice to see one of the guys who saved us," she says curiously. "Trust me, you don't wanna see me," he says. "Oh, come on. You can't be that bad," she replies. He hesitates.
"Just promise you won't scream," he says after a few minutes. "Why would I…" she falters as Leonardo steps into the light. Her eyes roamed over his green skin and three-fingered hands, skimming over the shell on his back. She glimpses his muscular form and blushes slightly. She saw his eyes, the same startling deep blue, surrounded by a similarly colored mask. "See? Told you," she finally says. She walks up to him and he gives her a shocked look. "You're not afraid?" he asks. "Are you kidding? You saved my friend and I from getting mugged! Why would I be scared of you?" she replies. Leonardo laughs quietly.
She gestures for him to wait and she climbs inside her window. She came out moments later with a small slip of paper. "What's this?" he asks, as she hands it to him. "My number. I owe you, after you saved us from the Purple Dragons tonight. So if there's anything I can help you with, anything at all, text me," she smiles as she places the paper in his palm. Leonardo stares in awe for a second at the paper, but quickly recovered his calm, cool, and collected air. "Thanks," he tucks the scrap in his belt, then looks around, looking up at the full moon. "Nice night," he says "Yeah, it is," she says sadly. Leonardo seemed to notice her unhappiness, but she was grateful when he didn't push her on the matter. "I have to get going," he almost mumbles, and she nods in agreement.
He climbs the railing of the fire escape, preparing to jump. "See you around, Leonardo," she waves as he turns to look at her, snuggling in her sweater to keep warm. "Call me Leo," he replies and then realized he never got her name. "And you are…?" he asks. "Amy," she tells him with a smile. "Wow, that's pretty," he says before jumping down, leaving her to her thoughts. She closes her eyes and blushes slightly.
Most of her thoughts were about him.
MT watches as the city lights up, thousands of lights blinking, the entire city bustling with night life. Music blasts from her phone. She bobs her head to the beat, and she just couldn't help herself. She shot up to her feet and begins dancing, small movements at first, before busting out her best moves. She acted as if she were falling, but at the last minute, caught herself and jumps back into a sweet pose. She takes a running start and leaps into the air, one arm up and the other to the side, with her legs kicked out in a mid-air split.
She cartwheels before leaping into a pose, holding up a peace sign and bowing to an imaginary audience as the song ended. "Sweet moves!" she froze and looks over to the figure leaned against the water tower. His playful voice instantly confirmed that he was one of the guys who saved her and Amy tonight. "Thanks!" she exclaims. "By the way, awesome rescue you made tonight!"
"Huh?" he sounded confused.
"I mean, when you came, you full-on beat them up! It was sweeeeet!" she explains. "Why, thank you!" he says in a mock suave voice. "My Hot Nunchuck Fury does always seem to please the ladies!" She laughs and steps forward. "You know, you'd get a lot more of the ladies if they could actually see you," she replies. "You don't wanna see me. You'd scream," she could hear his sadness. "Oh come on, you can't be that ugly," she teases. "I won't scream."
He finally steps out of the shadows, and she caught her breath. She wasn't scared, just surprised. But she knew to never judge a book by its cover. "Awesome! You're a turtle!" she exclaims. "You mean, you're not scared?" he asks in shock. "Nope," she says, popping the p. "This…is…GREAT!" he shouts, racing up to her and engulfing her in a hug. "I finally have another human friend! We can play video games, and pull pranks, and eat pizza!" She perks up at the mention of her favorite food. "Pizza?! I love pizza!" she exclaims happily.
"Me too!" he exclaims. "Here, hang on," she searches her pockets and found a pen but then frowns. "Aw, I don't have paper," she complains. Michelangelo bows cheesily and holds out his arm. She laughs and scribbles her name and number, and he did the same on her arm. "Next time you wanna challenge me in a pizza-eating contest, call me!" she explains. "You got it, MT! Cool name!" he exclaims, glancing at what she wrote. "Thanks!" she looks at her arm. "Mikey?" she asks. "Yeah, Michelangelo is a mouthful," he explains.
She checks her phone for the time and gasps. "Man, my parents are gonna kill me. I gotta go!" she hugs Mikey quickly and then runs to the fire escape. "See ya, Mikey!" she shouts. Mikey waves to her excitedly. "Bye, MT!" he exclaims.
Neither of these girls knew it, but they were in for a surprise.