I know, I know, but I just couldn't help it. It needed to live and breathe. Just a one shot for now on the turtles' future. Possible sequel to "Blood Bonds." I'm planning to wrap that series very soon.
I don't own those wonderful turtles, just the OC in here. Reviews are encouraged and enjoyed.
The girl sat up in the tree as her legs dangled in the air, listening to her favorite music on the portable radio. She inhaled the wonderful fresh air of the country as she intake the sight before her. Nature's masterpiece of warm colors streaking across the pale twilight sky.
Her cousins' laughter and playful yelling echoed from the farmhouse. Beautiful sound of her family. In this moment, she took in the rare opportunity to enjoy life without distractions and responsibilities. Tomorrow would be her sixteenth birthday. Maybe this day will continue.
Click, click. Spoke too soon, the teen thought. "Go ahead," she answered to her communicator.
"Hey, we're heading out on patrol," her father's voice boomed. "Everything okay?"
Damn back to reality. She smiled. "Everything's fine. Head out. I'll be down there soon." She turned off the communicator. While being the eldest of the cousins had its perks, being in charge wasn't on her top list.
Just then her music disrupted into white noise. "Citizens of New York," the deep inhuman voice announced. "Dictator Saki continues to clean up the city of mutant corruption. These mutants who continue to rot the core of our civilization…"
She sighed in disgust, turning the knob. It took every fiber of her being not to chunk it to the ground. How could the citizens let this mad men brainwash them into such lies of mutants being dangerous? A plague. The same citizens that once praised her father and uncles as heroes.
Suddenly something bounced off her head. The teenager glanced down from her perch as Uncle Raph's son laughed and ran back to the house. How the hell could he be Raph's son and have a mindset of Uncle Mikey?
"You little asshole," she yelled at him, silently prayed no one had heard that. She leapt to the ground gracefully and gave chase.
There he stood with his back towards her as he reenacted his attack mode to his younger cousins. They were so engross in his tale that no one noticed her creeping up. She quickly snaked her arm around his neck. "Hey, stop," he whined. He struggled against her grip.
"Not until you say you're sorry, you little creep," she said as she rubbed her knuckles in his scaly green head. A strange humming broke through the silence. All of her cousins stopped in their tracks and looked up the hill. Bright lights appeared in the sky as it swept across the ground.
"What is that?" one of the cousins whispered. She could see the panic and fear spread across their faces. They knew who it was. Dictator's government men. Her mind went blank. What did they need to do? What was protocol?
She quickly grabbed the troublemaker's arm and pushed him ahead of her. "We need to move NOW. Head over to the cellar." Everyone hurried through the tall grass as it whipped them across the legs. The humming grew louder.
"Dad, come in," the teen called over her communicator. Nothing but static.
"Dad, Hawks near the turtle hole. Come in."
Finally they reached the barn and scurried to the cellar. Two of the boys pulled against the shelf case, revealing the hidden steel door. Quickly she punched in the code, opening it up. "Come on," the girl demanded as her family headed down the tunnel. Something was wrong when she recounted.
One cousin missing.
"Where's Katie?" she asked. Shoulders shrugged. "Stay here. If I'm not back in ten minutes, you shut this door and run to the safe point. Understand me?"
"Wait, you can't leave us," Raphael's son yelled. She patted his hand. "You have to be strong for them. You know the way."
He nodded. She quickly looked away before she lost her nerve. The girl hurried up stairs and ran back to the house, searching for the missing cousin. Panic gripped around her throat as it kept her from screaming for Katie.
"No, no," the girl whispered. She quickly dropped down to the tall grass as the uniformed ninjas walked towards the home. Please let her be okay, please, the girl thought. Suddenly a soft mutter came over her communicator. A smile spread across her face as she heard her father's voice.
The ninjas turned around. Four turtle figures stood before them. Their faces weathered older from their early teenage years. Still they drew their weapons, ready to defend their home and their family. The ninjas attacked full force. The turtles jumped up to the challenge. Bodies began to pile up as blurs of purple, blue, red, and orange flashed around.
Then in the corner of her vision, there was someone small clinging on to the tree. "Katie," she whispered. The teen slowly crawled to the woods and finally hugged her youngest cousin. Tears streamed down Katie's face. "Daddy's on there."
"Ssshh, I know, sweetie. He'll be okay but we got to go."
The teen held Katie close to her chest and dashed back to the barn.
"Daddy," Katie screamed at the top of her lungs. The teenager spun around to see both the turtles and the men looking at them. The panic look flashed briefly across Uncle Raph's face as he saw his daughter.
Without another thought, the teenager dashed to the barn. Her lungs burned as she reached the top of the stairs and called out a name. She handed him Katie and demanded him to go to the safe point and wait. Tears filled the corners of his eyes as he nodded and flew down the stairs.
Finally the steel door sealed with a click and the shelf case slid back to place.
A smile crept on her face. Her family was safe. That was most important. The girl pulled her ponytail tighter on her head. The men were running towards her. She needed to go away from here.
The girl dashed towards the darkened woods where she learned every nook, every cranny, every path. A loud gunfire broke the night air as something bit into her thigh. Pain jerked throughout as she crumbled to the ground.
A curtain of crimson trickled over her hand when she applied the pressure. Four men approached her with weapons cocked and ready. Someone in the distance screaming her name, panicking.
Her father.
The men wanted to know the others' location. She bowed her head as the guns pointed at her.
She would protect her family no matter the cost.
Question: Who's daughter do you think it is?