AN: My first multi-chapter story begins! yay! :) I hope you like it.
P.S Italicised quotes are thoughts.
Disclaimer: tmnt belongs to mirage, not me. My OC, however is mine.
Tamed Lightning
Prologue
Dude I Love Free Comics Day! Nerdy teens from around the neighborhood are gathered in one place. Everyone's in costume, talking about their favorite superheroes, and don't forget the Free Comics!!
Aw man, it was awesome!
The shop had just closed, and I was on my way back to the lair. Jumping over rooftops with a bag full of spoils. Leo was already going to give me a lecture about staying out late. So why not take the long way home, and soak up the fresh air?
"Leave Me Alone!"
Sounded like a kid in trouble. I somersaulted onto the next alley's fire escape, and slid to the ground.
A bunch of Purple dragons were pounding on some 12-year old kid that was kneeling on the ground.
"Hey Purple Lizards why don't you pick on someone greener than you." I said whipping out chuck one and chuck two: the sequel.
They stopped. Seriously, they did.
Even the kid stood up, but … for a boy that had just had the shell kicked outta him, he seemed Ok. Too ok…
Bam!!
The baseball bat smashed in two after hitting my head. I staggered forward, and the dragons lunged.
Almost blacking out, I knocked out the first dude that came close enough to my chucks. My body instinctively did the kata sets Master Splinter had drilled into me, and that took down a few. But there were too many.
More purple dragons had come out of the shadows.
'Since when did purple dragons hide in the shadows?'
Wham!
Another baseball bat, this time on the shoulder. Dropped a nunchuck. Some punk grabbed my neck and plowed my head into the concrete. Wobbled in and out of consciousness. They started kicking me. Well, at least the dudes that tried kicking my back broke their toes, but my plastron was more flexible. Warm blood flowed from a gash in my head. Everything ached and bruised with pain.
"HEY! Leave him alone!"
I was conscious at the moment, so I heard her.
They hesitated for a second, but kept kicking.
"Stay outta this little girl" One punk growled.
I risked a glance at the mouth of the alley, but from what little I could see between the legs of the mob she was backlighted by a street lamp. So I couldn't make her out.
"Last warning." She hissed angrily.
The purple dragons busted out laughing.
About a third of the dragons stopped kicking me and started walking towards the girl. She was still and composed.
"Run." I breathe, but a well-placed kick knocks the wind out of me.
Pow! Whack! (grunts) Bam! (groans) Crack! Wham!
I hear the fight, but no one is kicking me. Pecking open one eye I see the dragons around me staring at the mouth of the alley. I look too.
Purple dragon punks lay unconscious at her feet. Another charges. She ducks his punch, and forces her palm against his chest. He stiffens then falls. A different punk swings a baseball bat. It misses her by a hair. She weaves to the side. He swings again. She weaves, avoiding it, and grabs his wrist. The arm and shoulder stiffens. She grabs his neck. His body jerks, and he too falls unconscious on the concrete.
For a second everything is quiet. The purple dragons around me stare, some with open mouths, others with blank expressions.
"Next" She said, again composed.
That shatters the silence. They all charge, forgetting me.
It's impossible to see who's winning. All I hear are the punches, sweeps, and groans.
The ninja in me says to flee, to use this distraction as a chance to get away, but I yet I just can't leave her. My body however is too battered to move, making the choice for me.
A large group of purple dragons dropped, out cold. Few are left standing.
One lunges for her back. She ducks into a low-balance stance. With her fingers closed together she brought her arm up in an arch like she was picking something up and flattened out her hand inches from his nose.
'Was that a spark?'
The punk drops. That move seemed familiar. Another dragon swings a punch. She ducks then turns, knees slightly bent. Left hand parallel to the ground, the other flat, palm facing her head. She leans forward twisting her right hand so the palm hits his chest, right where his heart should be. He jerks violently and collapses.
Are there any more?
All is quiet. The only sounds were my injured gasps, and her heavy breathing….
What was that?! In the shadows, a slight movement.
"Watch out!" I rasp.
She turns, but it's too late.
The huge dude had the chain around her throat. He hoists her up; her legs dangle and kick wildly.
She tries to hit his arms, but he chain was too long. He lifted her too high. She can't escape. I can't help her.
"Ha ha ha ha!" he laughs, "Ready to die little girl."
'No!'
She grabs the noose, and suddenly lightning courses up the chain. Sparking through the metal, reaching the huge punk dude in an instant.
Electricity rolls off him as he shudders violently. His hands relax releasing the chain.
She drops with a thud, and gasps for air.
The dude shook for another minute, sparking like a broken Christmas tree, and falls. His leather jacket is charred. Parts of his skin are blackened, and his hands are burned from where the chain touched his skin.
She got up, coughing a little, and looked over the dude.
"Spackle." She cursed, and then she looked at me….
Her face was still half in the shadows, but I could tell that she had the same look Leo gets when we're in a lot of trouble and he doesn't know what to do.
She stared at me for a second, and I stared back. Walking forward, decision made, she kneels next to me.
She's pretty. Golden blonde hair, full lips, and deep violet eyes stare back at me.
"Uoh. Looks like they nailed you pretty hard." She said softly looking at my head.
"I…" I stammered, for once speechless. To bad Raph missed it.
She put an arm behind my back to support me, but I tensed instinctively.
"Relax. I won't hurt you; I swear." She soothed, and I believed her, wondering why everything was going black.
I'll write more soon, but I hope you like it so far. Please review