This is the second fanfic I've written in a long time, so it might be a little... well, iffy. It's set in the 2k3 animated series, though the turtles are around their 20's (they act around that age anyways). Since Julie, an OC, will be a sibling of an existing character, I probably will take a few liberties with his personality and back story, but will also try to keep him as close to his Canon counterpart as possible.
Aside from OC's, I don't own any of the TMNT canon characters, and I don't make money off of these fanfics.
This is rated M for language and violence, but sexual situations will unravel in the future.
Deep inside the east side of New York, there's a seemingly abandoned warehouse, where thugs and muggers gather. Within it's walls, it was anything but abandoned, fixed up to have various boxing rings with cages, punching bags, and incredibly tall, elaborate jungle gyms made by connected metal pipes, welded together. The thugs, muggers, and rebellious youths come here to prove themselves worthy to be part of the Purple Dragon Gang, learning to fight in the caged boxing rings, and practicing their agility on the metal bars of the jungle gym.
There were 6 men already working their way to the top of the Metal Bars, climbing, and trying to keep their balance, as each seeks the other out, to fight, and knock them off, so they would fall onto the hard floor, injured, bloodied, and shamed. Once they prove themselves there, they go to the punching bags, to show the strength of their fists, then to the caged boxing rings to eliminate the rest of their competition.
It started as just another night of initiation, for those already in the Purple Dragons. But, the sound of the Boss's office door slamming open, his heavy feet stomping ferociously on the ground as he stormed his way through put everyone on edge. The gigantic man grabbed the nearest man with a dragon tattoo, and lifted him off his feet, bringing him to his face, as he glared raging daggers at him. " Where is she?!" he shouted angrily, at the squirming man.
" I-I don't know, Boss!" He managed to choke out. " S-she just got on'ta her bike and stormed-"
" Why did no one come and TELL ME?!" the gigantic, blonde haired man roared, slamming the helpless gangster violently onto the ground, knocking the air out of his lungs and cracking his shoulder blades from the force.
Everyone else around him backed off, terrified to say anything to anger him further. A Higher ranking member managed to gather whatever courage he had and spoke. " Y-you said no one ta bother ya when you were on the phone with da Shredder..." he said, swallowing his fear, and to moisten his dry throat. He flinched when his boss turned his head towards him now, his eyes blazing, wanting to unleash his fury on the nearest living thing. Luckily for him, his boss had other priorities.
" Find her." He shouted, his voice booming, so everyone in the warehouse could hear. " Bring her back! But, don't lay a single fucking hand on Julie!"
-At The Twisted Goose Bar-
Vrrrrrrrrr!
Vrrrrrrrrr!
" Ugh..."
Vrrrrrrrrr!
Vrrrrrrrrr!
" Sonuva..."
A young woman groaned, as she lifted her head up, having slightly passed out at her favorite bar earlier. She was resting her head in her arms, crossed over one another over the bar table, with the cup ring stains of all her drinks surrounding her. Running her fingers through her short and messy blonde hair, she tried to stop the throbbing of her head, but her cell phone was not having any of that.
" Jesus fucking christ..." She mumbled, reaching to her side, where her vibrating cell phone was tucked inside the pockets of her black daisy dukes. " 'could of sworn I put you on silent..."
Flipping open the cell phone, she saw 10 voicemails that made her frown and groan. There was no doubt in her mind that it's Hun. The big idiot probably threw a tantrum the moment he realized she was gone. Her thumb ran over the buttons of her cell, punching in her password to listen to his messages. She didn't dare bring the cell phone to her ear, and for good reason too. The moment her password was accepted, her brother's booming, raging voice could be heard through her phone by anyone within an 8 foot radius around her.
Rolling her eyes, she motioned to the bartender to get her another shot of plain vodka, doing very little to listen to Hun's cursing and threatening, and commanding her to get back.
" He sounds pissed." The bartender said, handing her the shot glass full of her favorite strong drink.
" When isn't he pissed?" She mumbled, swinging her head back as she drank down the shot, letting the alcohol kill the part of her brain that was throbbing. Loosing interest in the rest of the message, she closed her cell phone and sighed. " It's ridiculous."
" If he's gonna be storming in here, looking for you again, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The bartender said with a stern tone, taking back her empty shot glass to wash it. " I can't afford any more collateral damage."
The young blond scoffed, annoyed that she's being forced out of her sanctuary. But, after recalling how badly Hun destroyed The Twisted Goose's furniture, as he knocked whatever was in his way to grab her, and take her back home, she climb off the bar stool, and collected her things. With her backpack slung over a shoulder, she left a few bills on the bar with her free hand, and headed out. She thought about where to go to next, as she headed over to her slick black Suzuki GSX-R sport bike. She wanted to be anywhere, but home.
Before she could reach it, she heard the sound of many footsteps behind her. She knew what that ment, before she heard the colorful, and ignorant speech of the purple dragon wanna-be's.
" There ya are, Jewels!" one of the men, dressed in stereotypical 80's street gang clothing, called out at her, as he's followed by 4 other men. " Hun's Furious! He's got all of us lookin' for ya!"
Julie's face cringed in disgust as she turned her body to face him, scoffing and crossing her arms over her soft chest, who's size just makes her seem more like the stereotypical blonde bimbo that she so despises being called. She also hates it when people she doesn't know, or respect enough call her by her nick name; Jewels. Glaring at the men who have come to take her back, she scoffs at them. " Oh yeah? Well tell that big, dumb gorilla not to wait up. There's no way in hell I'm heading back there tonight."
The same man stepped forward, closing the gap between them, as he grabs her right wrist firmly. " He ain't askin' nicely to bring ya back." He said, speaking with authority he clearly didn't have, if he's yet to even earn his tattoo. " Whether ya like it or not, yer comin' with-"
The sudden sound of a vicious impact filled the night air, the man finding himself on the ground, face busted up, blood spurting from his nose and mouth. He was groaning, and writhing in pain, his hands over his broken face that was already starting to swell. "Aargh!"
" Holy shit!" One of the other 4 men shouted, as he took a step back. Julie's fist had speckles of the writhing man's blood dotted on her slightly sun-kissed skin. She brought her clenched fist to her other hand, and popped the joints of her knuckles, a fierce smirk starting to tug at the edge of her lip.
3 of the men met her gaze with fierce ones of their own, pulling out various make-shift weapons, from baseball bats with nails in them, to a fucking metal pipe. One of them seemed hesitant. " Hun said not to-"
" He's gonna beat the shit out of us either way!" the one with the bat muttered. " 'Least this way, we get the job done!"
There was a deep laughter coming from Julie. A mix of mockery, and amusement. " You three little babies think you can handle me?" She said, moving her arms and legs slowly, as if loosening herself up for a work out, or a few rounds with a punching bag. As she did, it was clear her thighs were thick not because of fat, but because of muscle, and the definition of her biceps lightly visible in the dim light of the street, but still keeping it's femininity. When she felt loose and ready, her excited, animistic gaze fell back to the 4 men, holding out her arm and motioning them forth with a 'bring it on' motion. " Make my night, fuckers."
-Earlier-
Surveying the city from the roof tops, a muscular looking man, wearing a hockey mask and carrying what seems to be a golf bag full of makeshift weapons made from sporting equipment, watched a group of Purple Dragon thugs make their way down the street. The Hockey Masked vigilante seemed to be talking to a bulky figure that was hiding in the shadows beside him.
" I'm telling ya, they're up to somethin'." Casey Jones said, through the Hockey Mask. " It looks like all the new recruits are out searchin' for somethin', like their lives depended on it."
There was a metallic glint in the shadows, as the bulky figure twirled one of his Sais in his hand, anxious to do something, but trying to keep his hands busy, as they tried to figure out what's going on. Last time they jumped into a similar situation, without asking questions, they let a much bigger target get away. " Whatevah they're searchin' for, gotta be important." His gruff voice could be heard, as his amber eyes stared back down at his current targets. " Let's see if we can beat 'em to it."
" Would be easier, if we had yer brothers around ta help, Raphael." Casey spoke, reaching to his back, where his golf bag of weapons was strapped, and pulled out his favorite Hockey stick.
Raphael shot him a Glare, stepping into the light, the 6 foot mutated ninja turtle rudely slamming his shoulder against Casey as he passes him. " If Leo doesn't think Dragon Search parties ain't worth his precious time, that's his problem." He muttered. There was much more to why Leo and his brother's aren't joining them, but he is still too bitter to talk about it any further. He just wants to take out his frustrations on some punks, and call it in for the night.
" Well, someone's all sunshine 'n rainbows tonight." Casey joked, though knows from experience not to push his buttons too much when he's in this kind of mood. " Let's split up, Maybe we can beat those assholes to whatever they're lookin' for."
Would be helpful if they knew whatever that was. But, Raphael knows why they were separating. His friend knows him well enough to leave him alone when he's like this, and it's one of the reasons why he is his closest friend. They're both hotheads, and know each other's temper limitations. " We'll meet back here in 'bout 2 hours." Raphael said, then ran and leaped onto the next building to begin his part of the search, Casey going down the fire escape to search the other side.
The Ninja Turtle was searching for about half an hour, stalking a group of 5 Purple Dragons that seemed to have the best lead, when they spotted a Blonde come out of a bar called The Twisted Goose.
These bar names are fucking stupid. He thought to himself, lurching from on top of the bar, watching like a gargoyle hidden in the dark of the night.
The girl looked like she heard them coming, because she stopped walking, and turned to face them, a look of annoyance across her face as she crossed her arms over her bust. He found himself staring at her impressive cleavage for a moment, a grin tugging at the sides of his mouth, but quickly tried to focus on more important matters, as the Purple Dragons mentioned Hun looking for her. This chick is what everyone's looking for?
He wondered what Hun wants to do with her, aside the possible obvious. Hun does seem like the Obsessive Ex type, but to go to this length seemed overkill, even for that monster.
" Oh yeah? Well tell that big, dumb gorilla not to wait up. There's no way in hell I'm heading back there tonight."
Whatever reason Hun wants her, she doesn't want to go. That's enough of an excuse for him to jump in. Sai in his hand, he was about to launch himself forward, when-
" HOLY SHIT."
It took all the strength, straining his muscles to hold himself back again, watching in shock as a single punch from that woman's fist nearly concaved one of the Purple Dragon's face in. He was not expecting that woman to have that strong of a punch. There's much more to this than he originally though. And, as Raphael watched carefully, studying this woman's nearly manic laughter, as she taunts the 'Dragons to attack again, his brain tries to figure out whether to jump in and help her, or help the 'dragons from being killed by her savage attacks.
TBC