Yeah I don't own TMNT. I'll live. Please read and review
All I can see are shapes, no color.
There is the smell of lilac and roses floats on the wind and over my face.
I can hear the faint sound of running water and classical music, Tchaikovsky I think.
Then searing pain in my side kept me from thinking I died and found heaven.
Where was I? All I remember was fighting along side the others, we had no idea who our enemy, then had to run away in retreat. We had all sustained damage and as I tried to roll over I realized how badly I was hurt. The dull dancing shapes soon be came lighter and then I saw nothing, I knew I had died. The music became louder and I caught the voice of my first angel.
"You poor dear"
Tchaikovsky was paying on the stereo in the corner of the ballet studio while a young woman stretched before beginning her practice. Three walls were mirrored with balance bars and the fourth was windowed to look over New York in the early morning light.
Just as she turned to first position to begin her practice she heard foot steps from above on the roof. "What the crap?"
She hurried out of the studio into her apartment's living room and to a spiral stair case that led to the roof of her building. She walked out into the garden she had worked so hard to grow so high off the ground. Walking around the pond and fountain, through the lilac and under the roses she found a large lump under her favorite tree. The only movement it was making was uneven breathing motions. She bent down to check out this mystery and found a large wounded turtle.
"You poor dear" She said as she checked the wounds and took a pulse. "Well you're out. Not that I blame you with such a massive gash in your side." She stood up and looked from the turtle to the door way to her apartment and back to the turtle. "Well at least I'll get to work out, not what I wanted but I bet you didn't want to end up half dead in my roof garden." She bent down and lifted the turtle over her shoulder and easily made her way back into her apartment.
Walking back through her living room, avoiding cracking her charges head on the furniture, she went further back and into an extra bedroom. After laying him on the bed she checked the pulse and wounds again. "You know if I was normal that would have sucked. And if I was normal you would be in real trouble, because then I couldn't do this." She sat next to the bed and placed her hands over the side wound, soon her hands glowed a light gold and the wound closed up.
"Well I'll let you sleep that off for a while" She covered the turtle with a blanket and caught the ends of his purple bandana in her hands for a minute. "And here I thought moving to New York was going to be boring compared to where I'm from."
Well should I do more?
I think I will
What do you think?