This is my first story in forever, but I've been itching to write it. Two things, this is the 2007 verse turtles, so it will involve the jungle. Secondly, for whatever reason, I'm choosing to make Leo a girl. This will come up in later chapters so as far as Leo goes, he believes he has always just been a little different.
I'm only going to put in a disclaimer here so it doesn't get repetitive. Disclaimer: I do not own my baby boys, nor will I ever. Enjoy! (Hopefully?)
His lean build brushed against the ferns and vines around the large trees that surround the jungle. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sounds of the creatures hidden by the greenery. The warm shine of the rising sun immediately touched the turtle's hydrated soft tanned skin. Feeling the familiar cloth of his brown cloak, he expertly climbed one of the thick trees that compared to that of a tall building. Leonardo's stormy eyes overlooked a small village that lay ahead.
The commotion of people starting their days along with the children laughing had almost pulled a smile out of the stoic turtle. A young boy looked up at the trees, immediately pointing out their ghost. Leonardo had become the protector of these people-they needed him. He had disappeared just as quick, moving along the branches that supported his light body.
Nothing changed in his regular routine as the turtle climbed down, letting the earth's soil pack beneath his little two-toed feet. Walking confidently with no thoughts evading his mind, he quickly took account of the out of the blue noises of something-not just one he noted, running in his direction. The turtle fleetingly gripped the nearest trunk of the hardwood, his body instantaneously on guard. The jungle had decided his fate otherwise as a chunk broke off under his weight. "Fuck. Stupid Leo, stupid." He had reached for the familiar hilt of his beloved katana, pulling the sharply shined blades out of their sheaths. A dog lunged for the reptile, who in turn, kicked the mutt's face. This wouldn't have worried the blue demon normally, but the growling of more dogs had his body tense.
Dogs from all around had surrounded him, not waiting to attack. The blue-clad turtle had held his own until a brute got hold of his calf, digging into the muscle. Biting back a groan of pain, Leo sliced at the back of the dog's exposed neck resulting in it letting him go with a yelp. More dogs started biting into his skin, resulting in him falling to the floor on his shell, the commotion muffled by the hearty earth's terra. He quickly disposed of more of the dogs, shakily getting his hold on the ground. He started to stand until a single bullet pierced through his left shoulder, going straight through the tissue.
His eyes watered as he gritted his teeth, managing to muffle his cry of hurt. Not good. Not good at all. Men's voices pierced his ringing ears, making the turtle nauseous; his hands sinking into the soil. A tall man emerged from the brushes, his dark eyes meeting Leonardo's defying blue. "El fantasma de la selva. Después de todo este tiempo, cómo han elegidos los poderosos." (The Ghost of the jungle. After all this time, how the mighty have fallen.)
The last thing he managed to think out before the asshole kicked his head was how sorry he was to his family. He failed them.
He groggily woke up, squeezing his eyes from a pounding headache. He slowly opened his eyes to examine where he was-a pitch black room. Trying to get up, he hastily remained still. His shoulder.
"Right. I got shot." He mumbled into the silent room, his voice betraying a light accent. He could already feel the blood that surrounds his wound. As if on queue, a metal door ahead opened revealing a different man whose face was scarred up. "¿Finalmente Ghost? No espero que borres mi identidad ... pero deberías. Tú fuiste el que me hizo una cicatriz en la cara." ("Up finally Ghost? I don't expect you to remember my identity-but you should. You were the one who scarred my face.")
Leo swiftly hid his afflication with a grimmaced smirk. "He marcado a muchos. No eres especial." ("I've scarred many. You aren't special.") He bit out, his eyes burning from the intense flood of lights that pooled into the small room. His defiance was met with a punch to the face from the angered man. He spit blood onto the floor, once again meeting the man's eyes. "Todo lo que tienes perra?" ("That all you got bitch?) "Vas a desear la muerte de tortuga. Llevarlo." ("You're going to wish for death turtle. Take him.") The man forced out in an unforgiving matter.
Two men entered, picking the hurt turtle up roughly aggravating his wound. He bit his lip sharply, exhaling as he was carried through various white hallways. The place smelled sterile, instantly spiking the turtle's anxiousness. They brought him into a room that only had a large fountain of water. Leo's eyes widened slightly, his skin crawling.
They were going to torture him. Without warning, he felt a grimy hand grip the back of his neck with an intense amount of force, pushing his head under the water. He wasn't able to breathe, screaming out what small amount of air his lungs retained before he was forced under. What felt like forever, his head was brought above water. He gasped harshly, greedily taking in the air. His captors taunted him before the questioning started. "¿Qué eres raro? ¿Hay más como tú?" ("What are you freak? Are there more like you?") The man practically screamed into his face. His heart raced. 'No, they won't find out about the others.' "Un capitán de tortuga obvio. Sólo yo." ("A turtle captain obvious. Only me.") Leo sarcastically replied, portraying no emotions.
Wrong answer. "¿Quieres jugar? Fino. Vamos a jugar. Empecemos por cuánto tiempo una tortuga puede aguantar la respiración." ("Do you want to play games? Fine. We'll play games. Let's start with how long a turtle can hold their breath.") His head was forced back under the icy water. He wracked his mind trying to remember how long a turtle could hold their breath. Donnie had once told him. Thirty minutes.
This was going to be a long night for the tired turtle.
I know the first chapter is pretty short, but I'm just starting writing back up and I'm not too comfortable with it. I appreciate helpful criticism, but no flame, please. My little heart isn't ready for abuse. XD
Let me know what you think so far?