Author's note;
Ok, so this is my first fanfiction. I've worked really hard on this, and I hope to get as many positive reviews as possible. Since school just started today, I won't be able to post the next few chapters until tomorrow. I don't own TMNT, but I do own the two main characters in this chapter. Thank you for reading!
TMNT: More Than This
Chapter one
*Third Person*
The moon glowed ominously through the empty sky. Skyscrapers and towering buildings hid in the shadows of the night.
The city of New York had gone to sleep.
Stealthily, four shapes began to move, gracefully leaping from building to building, performing flawless flips and unbelievable spins.
As they came close to the edge of an abandoned warehouse's rooftop, one of the figures stopped abruptly, holding up a hand to halt its companions.
The air grew heavy with silence as the four creatures stood rigid, weapons already in hands, senses keen and sharp, ready for any surprise attacks.
A small figure crouched on a rooftop nearly fifty feet away, observing her four targets. Long, ash-blond hair hung over her shoulder in a low ponytail. Large greenish-blue eyes traced over the creature's stocky shapes from behind a black mask.
A pair of skinny hands dressed in black cloth gripped the building, long and nimble fingers curling around the edge. Sweat glistened on pale skin. Cold-kissed cheeks glowed crimson.
The figure was frozen in place, biting her lip nervously as the four creatures waited.
She wasn't going to strike; she hadn't even planned on battling these strangers. But if they spotted her, she just might have to.
There was tension in the air; stopping time altogether. Even the few people who wondered through the dark alleys below seemed to hold their breaths.
If the lithe and dark figures creeping up behind the creatures hadn't caught the Watcher's attention in time, then a tanto blade would've ended up in the head of the one that had sensed a presence.
The Watcher gasped as one of the shadows raised the blade, preparing to strike.
Desperate to stop the ninja, she grabbed a nice chunk of what used to be a brick and launched it in the air.
The Watcher could hear the hard object collide with one of the lithe figures; the sound of bones crunching singing out in the deathly silence. A large "oomph!" was heard, and then a body flopped on the roof.
The Watcher knelt down, pressing her back up against the wall. She had murdered someone.
Murdered.
She was a murderer; a killer who explored the rooftops of the city and ended any life that dared to silence the innocent.
But it felt horrid.
She hated blood. She altogether hated murder, but she killed for self defense. Not for her, but for others. When the enemy prepared to strike the death blow, and she was too far away to fight, or too hidden to reveal herself, she would end it.
There was no time to stare at the body or ask the victim if they were ok; there was only time to run.
But right now, on this rooftop, she couldn't run. If she ran, she would be seen; and most likely followed.
A loud battle cry rang through the air, and the silence turned into the sound of metal clashing together, bodies piling up, and fierce cries of pain and victory.
When the battle had faded into the night, the Watcher sat up and peeked over the wall.
The rooftop where she had once seen the four creatures was littered with bodies; small puddles of crimson liquid splattered here and there.
The creatures were nowhere in sight.
But that was not what surprised her.
The bodies sat up, small conversations lighting up in the air like a lit candle. Not one of them lay completely still, or began to turn a sickly blue. The unconscious were thrown over shoulders; hanging limply like rag dolls.
They were all alive.
It was obvious upon her face that she didn't understand. Didn't these four mysterious creatures fight for their lives, and kill anyone who dared to strike?
Certainly, the ones with the sais and katanas would be slicing necks and piercing hearts, while the ones with the nunchucks and the Bo staff could crush bones; or end it with a severe blow to the skull.
They looked like the type that would kill.
She shook her head, still utterly confused, and focused her attention on the ninjas. A loud moan caught her attention.
One of the figures clutched his leg, letting out agonizing cries of pain.
The Watcher spotted a Tanto lying near him, and immediately discovered that he was her victim.
"You deserved it!" one of the figures claimed loudly, approaching the injured ninja. "The boss clearly said to capture them, not kill them!"
"But I didn't-" the injured ninja tried to argue.
He was cut off as his companion let out a frustrated growl and slammed his foot into the ninja's stomach.
The ninja let out a loud gasp as the air left his body.
The figure that spoke to him cackled at his form, and then sliced his companion's thigh. He turned, ignoring the soft whimpers, and disappeared into the night before he could see the red puddle forming around the still figure.
The man was left lying helpless on the roof, blood leaking out of his wound. His whimpers still echoed through the air, and his sobs soon turned into racking coughs.
The Watcher felt her stomach twist in knots. She could just turn and walk away, like those ninjas, or she could help him.
As much as the Watcher wanted to leave him there, suffering the consequences of attempted murder, something told her to help him. Maybe it was the fact that he was so helpless; or, perhaps it was because of his pained whimpers.
She half-turned, then paused, deep in thought. One second she was still, and the next, she was jerking her body back around and running towards the wounded shadow.
He was much smaller than she had thought him to be; not exactly the same size as her, but quite close.
He was frail; his ribs clearly poking through the tight black fabric on his body. His mask had been torn off; floating in a large puddle of blood at least two feet away.
It was quite obvious that the ninja had sliced way too deep; a band aid wasn't going to heal this wound.
Although she couldn't see him very clearly, the Watcher could make out his large eyes, glazed in pain. His glanced at her franticly, choking out another sob.
"Help me," he begged weakly, a tear staining his pale cheek.
The Watcher nodded, and then she ripped off a sleeve on her black uniform. She shivered at the cold that bit her now bare arm, and wrapped the fabric tightly around his thigh.
She growled in frustration when she realized that the thigh was also a part of the leg that had suffered from the force of the brick.
"Great," she groaned to herself, then glanced around for something to hold his leg properly. Her eyes landed on a wooden board sitting next to the fire escape.
"Bingo."
She turned towards the injured boy, and gave him a stern gaze.
"I'll be right back," she growled. "Stay here."
"Gladly," the boy answered sarcastically, giving her somewhat of an encouraging smile.
She smirked at his obvious smart mouth. If he lived through this, then they were so going to get along; after a bunch of threats and questions, of course.
The Watcher did flawless back flips as she headed for the board, figuring that walking would just waste time.
When she returned to the boy, she noticed that his eyes were beginning to roll back. He was gonna faint; just what she needed.
"Where does it hurt?" she asked, hoping he still heard her.
The boy weakly patted his lower leg, grimacing in the process.
"I'm going to tie this to your leg so you won't damage it any further, kay?" the Watcher questioned, feeling a slight bit of panic rise in her stomach at the sight of the boy's sickly pale cheeks.
"Ok," he breathed weakly.
The Watcher pulled off the black belt she held around her waist, figuring that it would be long enough to tie with.
The boy winced in pain as her hand brushed across the hot and swollen skin, and the Watcher felt overwhelmed with guilt; it was her fault that this had happened.
Once she had the board tied firmly to his lower leg, she crouched near the ninja's face and looked into his glazed eyes.
"We're going to have to go down the fire escape, ok?"
The boy's eyes widened in fear, but he nodded his head anyways.
The Watcher helped heave him up, trying her best to ignore him as he grit his teeth in pain. There was no time for distractions.
The fire escape was difficult to climb down; especially while supporting a semiconscious boy. The Watcher kept her hold around the ninja's waist, fearing that he might not be there the next second.
The Watcher always hated alleys; they were her worst enemy. But tonight, she was relieved to be in one. If anyone saw her, they would be dying to know why she was half carrying a boy who was barely conscious, why they were covered in blood, and why they were dressed like ninjas.
The street was thankfully empty. The only life nearby were a few rats that scurried around the sewers and dumpsters, looking for some dinner.
The Watcher looked around the dark street desperately, trying her best to remember which way to go. Her eyes seized the sight of a nicely kept apartment complex in the distance, and she sighed in relief.
The Watcher picked up her pace, the boy's head bobbing up and down with each step. She tried her best to keep him off his leg, putting half of his weight on her.
She pushed the door open with all the strength she could use, and stumbled through.
Mr. Merbury, the owner and manager of the apartment complex, glanced up from his paperwork. His mouth dropped open at the sight, and the Watcher felt a weight collapse in her stomach.
"Hello, Merb," the Watcher greeted, dazzling him with a friendly smile.
Mr. Merbury fumbled with his pen in surprise as he recognized the girl behind the blood and the mask.
"Miss Kreen!" he exclaimed, dropping his pen and shuffling in his seat, all his paperwork falling to the floor in a white mess. "Are you alright?"
"Why, I'm fine, Merb," the Watcher assured him, then glanced at the semiconscious boy. "But my friend here ran into a few street thugs and cut his thigh on a piece of broken glass, then one of them threw a brick at him and hurt the same leg. So I'm just going to go on up and get him checked on. Reese'll know what to do."
"O-of course, Miss Kreen," Mr. Merbury pushed up his glasses, a determined look on his face. Then, he picked up a walkie talkie. "Bo, Mrs. Kreen and...a...uh...friend of hers are in the lobby. They might need help with getting up there."
The Watcher nodded her thanks to the plump man, then stumbled towards the elevator.
No sooner had the Watcher arrived in front of the doors did they open, revealing the face of a man in his early twenties.
His bright blue eyes widened at the sight, and he opened his mouth to say something, but the Watcher only held up a blood-stained hand to silence him.
"I've got it, Bo," she stopped him, smiling sweetly. "Now, I'm pretty sure that you've got an anniversary gift to get Reese, right?"
His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to question how she knew, but then he closed it again and nodded his head. He exited the elevator and turned around to wave her goodnight.
The Watcher carried the boy in, and flashed one more smile at Bo. Just as the doors were closing, her eyes traveled over to the manager.
"Good night, Merb," she called just before the doors closed.
Mr. Merbury nervously raised his hand and waved.
The Watcher smirked at him, then turned back to the boy. His eyes were only half open now, and he was beginning to look very tired.
"Wh-who are you?" he whispered in a shaky voice.
The Watcher smirked and began removing her mask.
"They call me the Watcher," she answered, feeling her mask beginning to slip.
The boy nodded, and slumped down in exhaustion, right on the edge of being unconscious.
Right before he slipped away, the Watcher removed her mask, revealing a pretty face with well-rounded cheek bones and freckles sprinkled on the bridge of her nose.
"But you may call me Heather."