~Disclaimer: I don't own the Turtles, please don't sue me~
The elevator dinged and the door opened. Sara stepped inside, a large brown dog following closely at her side. The door shut behind the dog and Sara sighed. When she had agreed to walk the dog… Bowser, she had been strapped for cash. She had just moved to the city and was having trouble finding a job. So when her rather wealthy neighbor asked her if she wouldn't mind taking Bowser for a walk every afternoon for good money, she had readily agreed. But now that she had been in New York for a couple of months and had finally gotten a job down at the closest department to her house as a civilian helper. She didn't really want to walk Bowser anymore. She was tired when she got home, but she also knew her neighbor, Mr. Roberts would have trouble finding someone else to walk him and she liked the dog. She didn't want to see Bowser have to suffer because she was lazy.
"Well boy are you ready for another long walk in the park today?" The dog wagged his tail at Sara giving her a doggie grin. She patted his head. As Sara stood waiting for the elevator to descend to the bottom floor she reached up to touch her long auburn hair. It was up in a clip and Sara tugged on it, allowing her hair to fall. It was still damp from her shower that morning. She hated having to clip it up for work everyday. Her hair fell down her back in a cascade of curls. She shook it out and played with the top hoping it would dry out quickly. Sara hated wet hair. Her large, brown eye, described as innocent looking by some glanced up at the floor number. Sara only had three more floors to go. She played with her red tee shirt. She knew she should be going for a run with Bowser. Sara was in excellent shape; she had a dream of becoming an Officer in the NYPD. She had been training for their entrance exam, which included a physical part. She knew her time on the mile and half run was passable, but she wanted it to be excellent. Sometimes she felt like she had too much to prove.
The elevator dinged as the door opened. "Come on Bowser!" She tugged on the dogs leash and he trotted beside her. She reached a special side door down the hall. It was mostly for delivers but the apartment complex gave the keypad code for it to everyone who walked a dog to keep the animals out of their lobby. Pressing in the code Sara stepped into the sunshine. She covered her eyes for a moment. It was so much brighter in the real light then in the fake illumination of the inside. Bowser started barking at something running through the trashcans near by. Sara pulled him down the alley. She didn't think she wanted to know what he was barking at. She turned left on the street and started making her way down to the park.
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Sara walked past a pizza place as she neared the park. She didn't even glance inside but if she had she may have noticed a rather short, extremely well built man standing in the corner reading the menu. He was wearing a dark brown trench coat and a floppy hat. He was trying his best to make himself look as inconspicuous as possible. Had someone looked closer they may have noticed a funny shape to his back almost like a shell, or that under the hat his skin had a green tint. The blue facemask that surrounded his dark brown eyes was one of the only traits that actually stood out about him. He was trying to decide what type of pizza to buy when another man, young and brash in appearance ran into him.
"Hey watch it!" The man that had bumped into the trench coat man glared. The trench coat man's hat fell off his head from the collision. The rude young man jumped back his eyes wide.
"Holy shit! Your not human!"
Standing in the middle of the pizza parlor the five-foot tall turtle glared at the boy that had knocked his hat off. He rolled his eyes and stooped for his hat. The turtle knew he had out stayed his welcome he didn't want to cause any problems. He pushed past the gawking public and through the door. No one really reacted until he was outside, but by then he was speeding away, not bothering to look behind. If he had he would have seen shadows following him.
The turtle sighed his hat firmly on his head again. "Mike is going to be so angry. That's his favorite pizza place and now I'll have to get dinner somewhere else." He shook his head annoyed, suddenly he heard something, and he turned quickly. A large metal pipe connected with his head and he stumbled backwards into an alleyway. The turtle, held his head dazed, looking up he saw a gang of rough looking thugs walking toward him, the one with the pipe raising his weapon above his head again.
"Look here freak! We don't like mutants in our turf, so we suggest you move on." The turtle was surprised. People often feared him but not many chased him for being a mutant. He felt himself wonder why humans seemed to hate anything they didn't understand. He thought for moment of just trying to walk on but he was pissed. He had been treated too badly too many times now today for simply being himself.
"Listen…." The turtle drew two long, deadly looking Katana blades from underneath the trench coat. "You don't want to mess with me." The lead thug glanced at a couple of the guys that were with him. The turtle held his ground glaring, his head was pounding the guy had hit him good. The throbbing was getting worst and he was shaking his head trying to stay focused. One of the pipe-holders co-horts saw his chance and leapt forward baseball bat in hand, drilling the turtle in the back of the head again before he could leap away. The turtle stumbled, dropping the swords and the thugs saw there chance, the entire gang leaped on him knives and clubs draw. The turtle began to see black and the only thing that went through his mind was that he would have liked to see his family one more time.
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Bowser was pulling Sara down the sidewalk sniffing and barking, their jaunt had went well and Sara was ready for nice hot shower.
"Almost there Bowser." Sara was a few feet from the alleyway when a garbage can came rolling out. This made her pause. She stopped hushing Bowser and listened. She could hear a fight, crashing, banging, Sara reached into her pocket without a second thought. Someone could be in trouble. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911. The call was picked up on the second ring. It was her department and she knew the dispatcher. She explained the situation to him and he told her that, two Officers where on the way. She hung up, worried. She wanted to help, but also didn't want to get herself into anything dangerous without backup. A body flew out of the alley and landed on the sidewalk with a thud. Bowser began barking madly and Sara gasped. The body wasn't human. There was huge turtle lying on the ground and he looked in extremely bad shape. He was covered with cuts and bruises were already forming all over. His eyes were shut and Sara wasn't even sure he was alive. Bowser kept barking and two men stepped out of the alley weapons raised to continue their attack. One of the men turned to look at Sara.
"Well what have we here?" The man smirked as he looked at the small women with the loud dog. "I don't think we can let such a prime witness get away little girl even if on ones really gonna care about one mutant, I don't think any of my associates are going to want future trouble. Grab her!" The man pointed at Sara and her body tensed ready to run when she heard a noise that sent relief surging through her. Sirens, loud and growing nearer by the second, the patrol car was coming. The men paused looking from Sara to the turtle, the leader shrugged.
"It isn't worth it…spilt!" With his last command the group scattered in every direction and Sara was left alone with Bowser and the turtle. At first she was just going to wait for the car to arrive but then she thought about what the guy had said. About no one caring about a mutant. Truthfully she wasn't even sure what he was talking about… Or how this turtle, which looked so much like a man had gotten into this situation, so Sara made a spilt second decision.
For once she really didn't think she could trust the police. She couldn't imagine they would just take this injured creature to the hospital and she didn't want to think of what his other options may be. She sighed, she only had moments, dropping Bowser's leash and praying he would just follow her, she walked over to the turtle and not allowing herself time to think she grabbed him under his arms and started to drag him. He was much heavier then he looked and Sara was straining all the way to the private side door. She was suddenly very relived the complex had this policy; she couldn't imagine trying to sneak a giant turtle through the lobby. Bowser trotted merrily along at her side as she pushed the access code and grasping the turtle's arms again drug him inside. She heard the police car pulling up as the door softly shut. Bowser was dancing around Sara looking at the turtle, sniffing his face, she noticed the turtle move a little his eye closing more tightly against Bowser's nose and she felt some fear lift her. She hadn't had time to check his condition but maybe if he could still react to little things like a crazy dog he wasn't so bad off, that she couldn't care for him herself.
The elevator was right next to the door and Sara dragged the turtle with one bouncing dog onto it and pressed the number for her floor. She began to run through excuses for why she was dragging a giant turtle as the elevator rose, in case she ran into anyone. The best she could come up with was one of her friends had gotten drunk at a costume party. She really hoped she wouldn't have to use that excuse. The ride seemed to go on forever, when the doors finally opened Sara peeked out to see the hallway clear; she pulled with all her might and dashed as fast as she could to her door. Unlocking it she dragged the turtle inside, and shut the door as Bowser followed. She stopped, shocked. She had actually pulled the caper off. She was impressed. She dragged the turtle into her bedroom. She just couldn't leave him on the floor and with tremendous effort and a lot of patience she got him on her bed a body part at a time.
Taking one last look at his prone form she grabbed Bowser and rushed him home usually she talked to Mr. Roberts for a while when she returned his dog but she rushed off today, giving an excuse about expecting an important phone call. Knowing she only had one more thing she had to do she rushed back down stairs and to the scene of the crime she had just left. Se knew the two officers and they were just starting to look around. Sara wanted to be quick. She worried about leaving her new charge alone too long without proper care. She gave her report changing the actually story. She told the officers that she had simply heard the noise and ran calling them on the phone, and that she didn't actually know what happened or who was hurt. They believed her and told her they knew her number if they needed any more information. As Sara walked back around to enter the lobby she noticed one of the cops picking up a large sword. She pushed it from her mind and dashed back up stairs wondering what she would find.
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~ A.N: I though this may be a good place to leave off. Please read and review what you think and if you have any suggestions I am more then happy to read them! I hope everyone likes what I have done so far. This is only the beginning I have so many more ideas!!!
The elevator dinged and the door opened. Sara stepped inside, a large brown dog following closely at her side. The door shut behind the dog and Sara sighed. When she had agreed to walk the dog… Bowser, she had been strapped for cash. She had just moved to the city and was having trouble finding a job. So when her rather wealthy neighbor asked her if she wouldn't mind taking Bowser for a walk every afternoon for good money, she had readily agreed. But now that she had been in New York for a couple of months and had finally gotten a job down at the closest department to her house as a civilian helper. She didn't really want to walk Bowser anymore. She was tired when she got home, but she also knew her neighbor, Mr. Roberts would have trouble finding someone else to walk him and she liked the dog. She didn't want to see Bowser have to suffer because she was lazy.
"Well boy are you ready for another long walk in the park today?" The dog wagged his tail at Sara giving her a doggie grin. She patted his head. As Sara stood waiting for the elevator to descend to the bottom floor she reached up to touch her long auburn hair. It was up in a clip and Sara tugged on it, allowing her hair to fall. It was still damp from her shower that morning. She hated having to clip it up for work everyday. Her hair fell down her back in a cascade of curls. She shook it out and played with the top hoping it would dry out quickly. Sara hated wet hair. Her large, brown eye, described as innocent looking by some glanced up at the floor number. Sara only had three more floors to go. She played with her red tee shirt. She knew she should be going for a run with Bowser. Sara was in excellent shape; she had a dream of becoming an Officer in the NYPD. She had been training for their entrance exam, which included a physical part. She knew her time on the mile and half run was passable, but she wanted it to be excellent. Sometimes she felt like she had too much to prove.
The elevator dinged as the door opened. "Come on Bowser!" She tugged on the dogs leash and he trotted beside her. She reached a special side door down the hall. It was mostly for delivers but the apartment complex gave the keypad code for it to everyone who walked a dog to keep the animals out of their lobby. Pressing in the code Sara stepped into the sunshine. She covered her eyes for a moment. It was so much brighter in the real light then in the fake illumination of the inside. Bowser started barking at something running through the trashcans near by. Sara pulled him down the alley. She didn't think she wanted to know what he was barking at. She turned left on the street and started making her way down to the park.
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Sara walked past a pizza place as she neared the park. She didn't even glance inside but if she had she may have noticed a rather short, extremely well built man standing in the corner reading the menu. He was wearing a dark brown trench coat and a floppy hat. He was trying his best to make himself look as inconspicuous as possible. Had someone looked closer they may have noticed a funny shape to his back almost like a shell, or that under the hat his skin had a green tint. The blue facemask that surrounded his dark brown eyes was one of the only traits that actually stood out about him. He was trying to decide what type of pizza to buy when another man, young and brash in appearance ran into him.
"Hey watch it!" The man that had bumped into the trench coat man glared. The trench coat man's hat fell off his head from the collision. The rude young man jumped back his eyes wide.
"Holy shit! Your not human!"
Standing in the middle of the pizza parlor the five-foot tall turtle glared at the boy that had knocked his hat off. He rolled his eyes and stooped for his hat. The turtle knew he had out stayed his welcome he didn't want to cause any problems. He pushed past the gawking public and through the door. No one really reacted until he was outside, but by then he was speeding away, not bothering to look behind. If he had he would have seen shadows following him.
The turtle sighed his hat firmly on his head again. "Mike is going to be so angry. That's his favorite pizza place and now I'll have to get dinner somewhere else." He shook his head annoyed, suddenly he heard something, and he turned quickly. A large metal pipe connected with his head and he stumbled backwards into an alleyway. The turtle, held his head dazed, looking up he saw a gang of rough looking thugs walking toward him, the one with the pipe raising his weapon above his head again.
"Look here freak! We don't like mutants in our turf, so we suggest you move on." The turtle was surprised. People often feared him but not many chased him for being a mutant. He felt himself wonder why humans seemed to hate anything they didn't understand. He thought for moment of just trying to walk on but he was pissed. He had been treated too badly too many times now today for simply being himself.
"Listen…." The turtle drew two long, deadly looking Katana blades from underneath the trench coat. "You don't want to mess with me." The lead thug glanced at a couple of the guys that were with him. The turtle held his ground glaring, his head was pounding the guy had hit him good. The throbbing was getting worst and he was shaking his head trying to stay focused. One of the pipe-holders co-horts saw his chance and leapt forward baseball bat in hand, drilling the turtle in the back of the head again before he could leap away. The turtle stumbled, dropping the swords and the thugs saw there chance, the entire gang leaped on him knives and clubs draw. The turtle began to see black and the only thing that went through his mind was that he would have liked to see his family one more time.
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Bowser was pulling Sara down the sidewalk sniffing and barking, their jaunt had went well and Sara was ready for nice hot shower.
"Almost there Bowser." Sara was a few feet from the alleyway when a garbage can came rolling out. This made her pause. She stopped hushing Bowser and listened. She could hear a fight, crashing, banging, Sara reached into her pocket without a second thought. Someone could be in trouble. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911. The call was picked up on the second ring. It was her department and she knew the dispatcher. She explained the situation to him and he told her that, two Officers where on the way. She hung up, worried. She wanted to help, but also didn't want to get herself into anything dangerous without backup. A body flew out of the alley and landed on the sidewalk with a thud. Bowser began barking madly and Sara gasped. The body wasn't human. There was huge turtle lying on the ground and he looked in extremely bad shape. He was covered with cuts and bruises were already forming all over. His eyes were shut and Sara wasn't even sure he was alive. Bowser kept barking and two men stepped out of the alley weapons raised to continue their attack. One of the men turned to look at Sara.
"Well what have we here?" The man smirked as he looked at the small women with the loud dog. "I don't think we can let such a prime witness get away little girl even if on ones really gonna care about one mutant, I don't think any of my associates are going to want future trouble. Grab her!" The man pointed at Sara and her body tensed ready to run when she heard a noise that sent relief surging through her. Sirens, loud and growing nearer by the second, the patrol car was coming. The men paused looking from Sara to the turtle, the leader shrugged.
"It isn't worth it…spilt!" With his last command the group scattered in every direction and Sara was left alone with Bowser and the turtle. At first she was just going to wait for the car to arrive but then she thought about what the guy had said. About no one caring about a mutant. Truthfully she wasn't even sure what he was talking about… Or how this turtle, which looked so much like a man had gotten into this situation, so Sara made a spilt second decision.
For once she really didn't think she could trust the police. She couldn't imagine they would just take this injured creature to the hospital and she didn't want to think of what his other options may be. She sighed, she only had moments, dropping Bowser's leash and praying he would just follow her, she walked over to the turtle and not allowing herself time to think she grabbed him under his arms and started to drag him. He was much heavier then he looked and Sara was straining all the way to the private side door. She was suddenly very relived the complex had this policy; she couldn't imagine trying to sneak a giant turtle through the lobby. Bowser trotted merrily along at her side as she pushed the access code and grasping the turtle's arms again drug him inside. She heard the police car pulling up as the door softly shut. Bowser was dancing around Sara looking at the turtle, sniffing his face, she noticed the turtle move a little his eye closing more tightly against Bowser's nose and she felt some fear lift her. She hadn't had time to check his condition but maybe if he could still react to little things like a crazy dog he wasn't so bad off, that she couldn't care for him herself.
The elevator was right next to the door and Sara dragged the turtle with one bouncing dog onto it and pressed the number for her floor. She began to run through excuses for why she was dragging a giant turtle as the elevator rose, in case she ran into anyone. The best she could come up with was one of her friends had gotten drunk at a costume party. She really hoped she wouldn't have to use that excuse. The ride seemed to go on forever, when the doors finally opened Sara peeked out to see the hallway clear; she pulled with all her might and dashed as fast as she could to her door. Unlocking it she dragged the turtle inside, and shut the door as Bowser followed. She stopped, shocked. She had actually pulled the caper off. She was impressed. She dragged the turtle into her bedroom. She just couldn't leave him on the floor and with tremendous effort and a lot of patience she got him on her bed a body part at a time.
Taking one last look at his prone form she grabbed Bowser and rushed him home usually she talked to Mr. Roberts for a while when she returned his dog but she rushed off today, giving an excuse about expecting an important phone call. Knowing she only had one more thing she had to do she rushed back down stairs and to the scene of the crime she had just left. Se knew the two officers and they were just starting to look around. Sara wanted to be quick. She worried about leaving her new charge alone too long without proper care. She gave her report changing the actually story. She told the officers that she had simply heard the noise and ran calling them on the phone, and that she didn't actually know what happened or who was hurt. They believed her and told her they knew her number if they needed any more information. As Sara walked back around to enter the lobby she noticed one of the cops picking up a large sword. She pushed it from her mind and dashed back up stairs wondering what she would find.
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~ A.N: I though this may be a good place to leave off. Please read and review what you think and if you have any suggestions I am more then happy to read them! I hope everyone likes what I have done so far. This is only the beginning I have so many more ideas!!!