Welcome to my story! This is a little thing I created that goes in correlation with a novel I plan to write. Throwing my characters into another world, which happen to have four murtnat turtles.. we'll see how things go. I don't own TMNT, only my characters, their world, and everything that comes with it. Enjoy!
New York at night, as the moonlight bathed the buildings and deepened the shadows. It would look so much cooler if she could enjoy it.
Bree crouched on top of a rooftop, gazing down at the city at night.
"What am I going to do?" She whispered to herself.
She was stuck in the middle of this mysterious, new city, and she had no idea how to get home. Her stomach rumbled in protest. And she was hungry.
Bree sighed, twisting her long blond hair in her hands. Bree stepped backward quickly, and used her speed to propel her across the rooftop, where she landed on top of another rooftop, next to a fire escape. Carefully, she climbed down and jumped onto
/the pavement.
Bree surveyed the block around her as the moonlight shone on her face. She spotted a pizza shop nearby, and darted across the street towards it.
New York, at this time during the night, was quiet, with the occasional car passing by.
Bree stopped and stood in front of the shop. It dawned upon her suddenly; she reached into her pocket and pulled out a single coin. It was golden, shaped slightly triangular, with engravings on its face. It was all she had; She had left everything
/behind.
"Stupid!" She scolded herself, cursing. "So stupid."
Her ice blue eyes scanned the street, looking for another fire escape. She caught a glimpse of metal, and raced across the sidewalk towards it.
The door from the pizza shop swung open, and a tall, black-haired man left the shop carrying 3 large pizzas. Bree didn't realize what she was doing until she had stopped in her tracks and ducked behind a dumpster. She pulled up the hood of her cloak,
/and sank into the shadows.
The man carrying the pizzas walked across the street, whistling a out-of-tune version of a popular song. Then he disappeared into the alley directly across from her.
Bree dashed across the street, pulling her cloak tight around her.
The man seemed oblivious, continuing his whistling as he walked.
Bree leaped onto the wall, using it to brace herself as she jumped in front of him. Before he could blink, she reached for one of the pizzas in his grasp and was gone like a shadow.
"YOU WHAT?" A green turtle in a orange mask cried in disdain, looking at his companion in sheer horror.
The black haired man, Casey Jones, looked at the turtles sheepishly. "I, uh, was attacked.."
"Yeah, right. You probably just got hungry." The red-banded turtle joked.
Michaelangelo and his brothers surrounded Casey in the turtle's lair, deep under the streets of New York. Casey had returned with only 2 pizzas, leaving Mikey in a fit of horror and inane hunger. "We're going to starrveee!" He complained, falling
to his knees.
"You won't starve, Mikey." Donatello said, patting Mikey on the head.
"What exactly happened, Casey?" Leo asked. Casey set down the remaining pizzas on the table, and grabbed a slice.
"I was, you know, nsdnfmehed, and this shadowetyewe weadsfmgnsnf kinda just knockedd-mhhpm doweln and tooek the piezza." Casey explained between bites.
The brothers looked at each other in confusion. Mikey looked up at Casey. "So you're saying that some lunatic in a cloak attacked you and took a pizza?"
Raph looked at Mikey crookedly. "Oh great, a language only Mikey understands."
"Why would somebody steal a pizza?" Leo reached over and took a slice, and his brothers followed suit. Soon, the pizza was all gone; reduced to crumbs.
"Well, I dunno. But they left this." Casey tossed agolden coin onto the table. It had engravings that were unfamiliar to its observers.
Don picked up the coin, holding it to the light for inspection. "It's like an unfamiliar language." He said with wonder.
"Is it from the same people who made our lair?" Leo asked, coming over to look.
"No, by the looks of it, it's like nothing I've ever seen."
"Where have we heard that before?" Raph commented, coming over to look.
Casey finished his slice of pizza and sank into the cushions of the couch. "You all are here making jokes when I could've been hurt."
"And a pizza was stolen! There's no greater crime!" Mikey added in dramatized horror.
"What did this person look like?" Leo came over to the couch and asked Casey.
"Well.. I never saw them." Casey rested his hand behind his head, looking guilty. "They were too fast."
"It's probably nothing to be worried about. Probably some hungry, pizza-snatching thief." Raph input, jumping onto the couch. "Come onn, let's just watch a movie or somethin'."
"I get to pick it!" Mikey declared, running over to his stash. His brothers shook their heads.
Donnie sat at his desk as the movie credits began, staring at the coin in wonder.