Whoo-hoo! Another story! This is a story that is based of a what if… from the wonderful Stealthy Stories. I hope you enjoy! (Wow, this was an incredibly small start thing for me!). Oh and just to warn all ya'll I've changed a few details of like how the turtles ended up in the sewers so…
Disclaimer: YEAH!...right like that would ever happen!
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I was wandering around when I saw it happen. I had been picking for food in a nearby alley when I saw what I saw. An old blind man was crossing the street, unaware of the on coming truck. It was big; one of those delivery trucks and it was going straight for the man. There was no way it could avoid this accident. There were cars on either side and he was going to fast to stop now. He settled for honking and the cars beside him took up the honking. The old man froze, listening to the sound and then grew panicked as he realized his end was near. But just in time a young teenage boy broke from the crowd on the street and practically flew-old man and all-to the other side of the street. In his rush he knocked against a boy that looked to be about nine or ten. The boy wasn't harmed but he was carrying a jar with four baby turtles-even in that state I found them oddly cute-that got knocked out of his hands. The jar rolled down the street a ways and then fell into an opening in the street gutter. The boy cried out and looked down but he couldn't reach them. He sadly walked back to his mother who picked him up and soothed him. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I wasn't really trying to hear. Even if people don't think animals can have human traits we do. I felt for the little guys and I had been in the sewer myself. I knew that it was dangerous. I couldn't just let them die! I darted between peoples legs unnoticed. Everyone was too busy congratulating the boy and just getting over their scare. I crawled down the gutter opening and gave a small squeak of fright.
The jar had rolled a bit and become shattered. It had also knocked against another jar of some kind and released a green ooze. The little ones were crawling around in it. I had no clue what it was and in any other situation would have just left it alone but I was already connected to these creatures. I found an old rusty spoon and tried to reach them to push them out of the ooze. No use. I would have to get in the ooze myself to rescue them. I guessed it was probably okay because the little ones had been in it for a while and they were still alive. I stepped in it and hesitated. Did I really want to risk my life to save these small creatures? I smiled, as best a rat can, and stepped in it further. Using the spoon I pushed three of the little ones out. I was just using the spoon to help me with the fourth when it broke. Well it had been rusty and quite old. I tried to grab the end with the scoop but instead ended up crying out in pain. The handle was too small and sharp from the break. Blood welled out of my hands. I licked them and soon the bleeding stopped. I grinned and then pushed the last little one out of the goop. The others by now were wandering. I called them with squeaks and soon they were herded up.
I helped them to follow me. The going was slow but I really cared for these creatures. And although they looked slightly alike I could see differences and could already tell them apart. I guess it was like with twins. Everyone else but the parents thought the two looked alike-until others grew to know them. I just knew that it was fate that showed me the turtles. I was meant to be their father. The one I had pulled from the ooze the last went slower than the others. I didn't worry about it then. He could have just been the slower one in the group.
I soon came across a small hole in the wall in which I placed the little ones. I yawned tiredly and decided I would hunt for some food as soon as I woke up. I placed myself at the front of the whole and quickly fell asleep.
I woke up to small bodies falling over me. I blinked my eyes groggily and sat up. My eyes widened in shock. The little turtles had doubled in size last night! In my surprise I rolled out of the little hole and got a look at myself! I was growing too! I couldn't believe this. "Nu Whey!" I squeaked in fright. I had just spoken? I had just spoken! It wasn't perfect English but it was something! I squeaked again…but this time in joy. I ran to the three little ones and spun around them. Wait! Three? Where was the fourth? Using my new talent I got it across to the turtles that they should stay here and not wandered. They nodded in an understanding and went about trying to walk upright-like I was miraculously doing.
I peeked in the hole and my heart rate slowed back to its normal rate. There was the last little one. I cooed to him. I don't know how I knew all the turtles were him's but I knew it. I tapped the little turtle boy and his eyes opened a crack. He made small noises of pain. What was wrong with him? I couldn't stand to lose him already! I stuck my hand further in the hole and cradled him in my hand. I gasped. I knew what was wrong! I pulled out of the hole, his cries growing louder. I hadn't meant to hurt him but I had to know if my suspicion was right! I turned him over. "Nu!" I exclaimed. It was supposed to be no but I couldn't quite form that word right. I hugged the boy tight. The other turtle tots half crawled and half walked to me. Their little eyes begged to know what was wrong. Why had I suddenly shouted?
Little tears made their way out of my eyes. I showed the turtles their brother. Their eyes grew wide. Even at this young of an age they could tell what was wrong. They cried out in sympathy to him. In their cries of sympathy though I could hear something else. Disgust. I couldn't bring myself to feel disgust and I figured the turtles would learn to rid of their disgust and just show their brother love…their shell less brother…their brother who mutated with no shell…
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There, how was that for a prologue? Good I hope! So tell me how it was and I'll try and update this one more often than I did with A New and Old Threat!