Prologue
Never cry, never show weakness someone will always use any weakness against you, never give them an opening. It was a sentence she had heard far more times then she could count. Ella refused to allow her to forget it. She had drilled it in to Alex's head until it resounded in her mind as a never ending mantra in her mind. Never lie down and let the world kick you, fight and keep going never stop when you stop running and stop fighting you leave your self open your survival instincts wane and they'll destroy you. She had gotten comfortable she had let her guard down, forgotten to keep running. She cared for April and the guys, she aloud herself to love them, and forgot how to be alone. She remembered now.
"Good job Raph you killed a toaster." Alex told the red masked turtle as she walked back into the light that was spilling into the window from the street holding up the black toaster with his sai imbedded in the side.
"Poor innocent toaster cut down in the prim of his life." Mikey mock wailed. Alex rolled her eyes and elbowed him then proceeded to hand Raph back his sai wiping the bread crumbs off on her leg before hand. "Your a trigger happy idiot." she whispered harshly. " It's a sai it doesn't have a trigger." he snapped. "Whatever." They were in her fathers apartment snooping around Raph had heard the toaster go off and reacted. The man had just left to with laundry obviously forgetting the toaster. They were trying to get information on him he had dropped by Aprils she had been out with the guys at the time and April had told her that he wanted to met with for lunch the next day. But there was no way in hell that she was going until she had looked at every nock and cranny of his apartment. If he tired something she intended to be prepared.
"Holly shell! "
"What is it Leo?" Alex asked coming to stand by Leonardo.
" Your father is Bruce West."
"Wait a fuking minute Bruce West as in the author of 'The Warriors Path' 'The way Of The River' and the fiction book 'The River Guardians' just to name a few."
"Don't forget he has over two hundred dojo's where they teach the lessons in his books and he travels to each one giving free seminars, I've always wanted to go attend one." Said Leo.
"Same here I've been saving money to attend one here." Responded Alex.
"So your dads like a millionaire?" Mikey asked with a suspicions amount of excitement.
"More like a billionaire. He also runs a commuter software company." Donatello added. Mikey open his mouth to speak but Alex sharply cut him off. "No Mikey I'm not taking any money from him I don't know him I have no intention of taking his money unless he try's to buy my silence then I will just to spite him." Alex said they had since left the building after learning his name. She stopped at the edge of a tall building. "Well then at least I don't have to feel bad about breaking the guys toaster." Raphael said stopping besides Alex she gave him a sad smile before climbing down a near fire escape.
"So you're a fan of your own father ironic no?" Mikey said also stopping.
"Yeah Mikey not a big fan of irony. And I'm not a fan anymore not since he turned out to be the dick that abandoned me before I even left the womb!" Said Alex shouting the last part while slamming her fist into the ally wall. Leo laid a comforting arm on her shoulder letting her know that she wasn't alone anymore.
Her jogging pants were soaked with blood an water they were also badly torn, she was now use to the constant burn in her legs. Her bare feet were numb and bloodied if you asked her now what happened to her shoes she wouldn't be able to tell you, truth be told right now she didn't know. Her lungs were on fire and her wrist was sprained. A low hanging branch whipped into her face leaving a clean cut across her cheek as she dogged through the trees in a sick game of survival. They posed a threat to the turtles and Master Splinter well they posed a threat to Casey and April as well but they'd do awful things to the guys and Master Splinter so she was leading them away. After all they wanted her they were hunting her all these years they had been hunting her and she had never known. Never known what she was. Her father -her real father the one she had never met until recently- had told her what she was and what might be looking for her. Except he hadn't known at the time there was no might about it.
Lightning lit the sky as her blooded feet pounded the ground. Thunder sounded out behind her as she tripped over a root. Her breath ragged she picked her self off the ground and began running again. At the moment all she knew was the pain and fear. The sound of crunching leaves drove her on.
