Donnie turned in his bed, mumbling something unrecognisable as he did it. It was only a few hours until he'd have to suffer the torture of his tech support job. He just didn't understand how so many people could be so clueless around a computer (and how many men thought it was a completely different phone line). Therefore he was trying to get as much sleep as possible.
BANG BANG BANG
Someone apparently had other ideas.
Startled, Donnie fell out of his bed, and hit the floor with a thud. He groaned and walked over to the door, rubbing his head, glancing at his bedside clock quickly.
'12:53 at night! Who on earth could be calling at this hour?' He thought to himself.
To his surprise, Donnie found Raph at his door. He expected Mikey, who even at the age of sixteen still occasionally went to his elder brothers for comfort after a nightmare. The visits, however, were luckily decreasing each time.
"Raph, what is it? It's ten to one in the morning." The younger questioned, slightly mumbling.
"Don, I need ya 'elp." Raph stated.
Now Donnie was awake-Raph never asked for help. "What's wrong?"
"Come ta my room." Raph said. The two of them ran down the hallway and into Raph's room, the second to last one-on the left. His bedroom was unclean to say the least. Weights were scattered around the floor, with a punching bag in the far right corner. His bed was in the middle of the left wall, the sheets unmade. But it was what was on the bed that shocked Donnie.
A girl. A human girl.
"I was out an' I saw this girl get jumped. She pu' up a figh', but they brought' ou'a gun an' shot 'er. I knocked ou' ta rest and brough' 'er 'ere." Raph explained.
Donnie wondered why exactly his older brother was out so early, but when he thought about it, it wasn't unknown. He often seemed to go topside to blow off steam after a bad dream or if he just couldn't sleep.
"She has a gunshot wound and multiple bruises." Donnie stated. "Raph, bring her into the lab, I'll take out the bullet there."
Raph nodded and picked up Alex bridal style. He had to admit, she did look pretty. Beautiful even. But he knew nothing would come out of it, with the whole 'mutant turtle' thing.
Still...
~Destiny's Humour~
Alex groaned, rubbing her head as she sat up. She has one massive headache. She looked around. She was in some sort of laboratory. Experiments covered the tables, and part of the floor. In the corner was a bunch of computer screens, connected together to make what looked like a call centre. And sat there, in the chair, was a giant, mutant turtle.
With a purple mask.
"Sir...sir...look, I'm sorry bu-...sir." He sighed. "Look sir, I'm very sorry that your girlfriend isn't replying to your emails, but unless you have a problem with your computer I can't help you. Goodbye." He hung up and lay back in the chair. He saw that Alex had awoken and immediately stood up.
"Oh, you're awake. How do you feel?" Donnie asked.
"Umm...I feel fine, giant turtle thing." Alex replied. "Are-are you real?"
Donnie smiled slightly. "Yes, I'm quite real. I'm Donatello, or Donnie."
"Alex." She stated with a small nod of her head.
"Hey Don, she 'wake yet?"
Alex turned her head to the door. Standing in the door frame was another turtle, this time with a red mask tied around his eyes. She recognised that voice from...somewhere. She turned back to Donnie.
"Friend of yours?" She questioned.
"My older brother actually." Donnie corrected.
Alex tilted her head slightly to her left. "I can see the resemblance."
"Name's Raphael, but ya can call me Raph." Raph introduced.
"I'm Alex." She replied, a small smile on her face. She shuffled back a bit so she was leaning against a wall. "So two mutant brothers living in what I'm guessing is New York..."
"Yeah we're still in New York, jus' under it." Raph explained.
"Wait, under it? Like in the sewers?" Alex asked.
"Well we can't exactly buy a house looking like this." Donnie stated with a shrug of his shoulders.
"I see your point." Alex said.
"An' for ta record it's not jus' us. There's four of us and our dad." Raph pointed out. "Our oldes' brother is somewhere in Central America and Mikey-"
A crash echoed around the lair, swiftly followed by a yelp of pain. Raph sighed. "Has just got up. I'll go help 'im."
He turned around and walked out the door, mumbling something that sounded a lot like 'idiot' on his way out.
There was a couple of seconds of silence before Alex's eyes widened in realisation. She remembered where she hear that voice. He was her saviour. Only she remembered him different...he had some sort of suit. Now she thought about it, she reorganised him from the front cover of some newspapers, and from the stories on the news. She pieced everything together, and gasped so softly that Donnie didn't even hear her.
Raphael was the nightwatcher.