Hooray, it's done! The second installment! Woo! Maybe I'm gettin a tad too excited, eh? I received some reviews and thought 'Wow, there are people here who like my work! I think I'll write some more, just for them!'

So, for those of you who like my work, this one's for you!

Disclaimer: I do not own any on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles characters, the good, the bad, or the incredible ugly. I only own Sarah, Xander(who may or may not be dead, I'm not sure), and their disceased family!

Raph's POV

The crisp, cold air whipped around me as I rode down the streets of New York. Under my helmet, my eyes remained ever watchful, hoping teh find some Foot goons teh open a can of whoop-shell on.

See, the truth was I hadn't been having a very good night. Mikey'd just pulled another prank on me, and I woulda punched him for it if it hadn't been for Master Splinter givin' me the evil eye. Leo wasn't in the mood for sparrin', niether was Donnie...

I couldn't call Casey, he'd been busy with April at her place... movin boxes or sumthin' like that.

'I wonder if they have a thing goin' on?'

It was likely. I'd seen how he looked at her, that idiot. If he did like her, he wasn't very good at showin it. Always bumping inteh things, breakin her antiques and stuff. Clumsy oaf.

'Hey, at least he can like someone. Unlike you.'

I shook my head, what was I thinkin? I wasn't gonna go down that road again. Left me shaky, unfocused. Needless to say, I don't care if chicks don't like me. Just proves how closed minded people can be.

'Yeah, sure.'

I swear, if my thoughts were people, I'd be kickin their butts right now.

Wait... there! Outta the corner of my eye I saw somthin. It's Casey! But.. what's he doin' out so late at night?

'Probly what you're doin' out so late at night.'

Shut up! Why's Casey runnin like that? Why's he... that ain't Casey! It's a girl! And she's runnin... Foot Tech Ninja! Lousy bastards, why they runnin after a poor defenseless girl in the midddle of the night?

She's turnin... hey, why's she turnin? To fight? She can't fight Foot Tech Ninja!

'You can idiot, go help her out!'

Jeez, my brain sure doesn't like me...

I brought my bike teh a halt just as she took one out. Damn. She looked my way, her face...

Her... face. It looked just like Casey's! But... how? Those eyes... dark, cold and fierce. They were his eyes.

I must've had a stupid look on my face, cause she suddenly yelled, "Look out, moron! Behind you!"

I ducked, narrowly being hit. Pulling out my Sais, I backhanded one of them, knocking him teh the ground.

"I ain't a moron." I yelled back.

"Sorry," she said, dilvering a kick to another, "Force of habit."

Surprising... Casey said that too...

I sunk my Sai inteh one of their invisibility patches an watched as he... she? Oh whateveh, it looked down in surprise, and I kicked it inteh the tiny Foot Tech Ninja pile.

"All unconcious, good." she said, more to herself than me. She looked up and saw me clearly for the first time.

'Here comes the screaming.'

But it never comes... she just stood there, as if she was trying to make up her mind about something.

Finally, she asked, "Can you help me?"

Sarah's POV

He stared at me as if he suddenly expected me to scream or something. Though, judging by what he is, he's probably gotten that a lot.

Probably.

"What?" he said, a little shocked.

I sighed... and I thought turtles were slow physically, "I said 'Can you help me?'... well, can you?"

"You're not... freaked out?" he asked. He seemed sorta surprised that I wasn't.

I shook my head, "Trust me dude, I've seen freakier things than you. Though they usually tried to eat me, but hey, whatever. Anyway, I need to find a place where I can stay hidden. These guys, they're called--

"The Foot, I know."

"Then you know how dangerous they are." I replied raising a brow.

He walked over to his motorcycle, "Get on."

I swallowed slowly, "Uh, I'm not so good with motorcycles."

The red-clad turtle stared at me, "You're kidding?"

I shook my head, "I kinda, sorta fell off of a mortorcycle when I was thirteen, heh."

He handed me his helmet, "Here. Wear it."

It was a bit of a snug fit, but I wasn't gonna start complainin' any time soon.

"Just," he said gettin on, "just hold on tightly."

I got on and wrapped my arms around his... shell? Well, it was his shell and his... what was it called, I read it somewhere before... chest, chest, what is it called? A plastron, I think? Ah, forget it, I wrapped my arms around his waist-slash-chest and held on tightly.

The turtle dude peeled out, and I mean peeled out... I think I nearly threw up when he did. I probly would have, 'cept I hadn't eaten in around a week or so. Too much runnin to stop and eat. I drank water and that's what kept me going. A lot of water.

After about a half hour or so, he parked his bike in a garage of some sort sayin, "You can let go now."

I released him, but it was about three minutes later that I got off the bike. I was a tad shaky... "Aww, crap!" My legs gave out... I sighed trying to heave myself back to my feet... and couldn't do it, "Frigg."

He turned and bent down, "Need a lift?"

"Sorry." I said wrapping my arms around his neck.

He lifted me and started for this wierd pod-looking thing. It was green, with funky looking marks all over it.

"Wait, before you take me to your home, could you set me down for one sec?" I asked.

He set me down, "What?"

I thought I could trust him, he seemed nice enough, so I said, "Three things, m'kay? First, what's your name, I'd really like to know. Second, I'm Sarah. And third, do you know where I might find an electrical power source of some sort?"

He raised a brow but said, "Rapheal. Wait here."

'Like I'm getting up anytime soon.'

Rapheal stalked off somewhere and, after five minutes or so, brought back a cable with some wires stickin out.

"This line connects teh all of new York City, why d'you need it?" he asked.

I took it from him and lifted the back of my shirt. "So I won't get followed. You see, embedded within my left shoulder is a tracking chip, with it, they can track me. Duh. So, if I overload it with power, it'll short-circuit and I'll be... temporarally freed."

"But that thing'll fry you! Just wait right here, I'll go get--

"I'm glad you care about me. That's pretty nice. I haven't had someone care about me for a long time now," I said smiling, "But I don't want to be captured again, not after I just escaped. No, that wouldn't do, and I'm sure you wouldn't want to be captured as well, so... either I'm fried or I'm freed.'

I saw him try to stop me, try to grab the cable from me, but it was too late. I pressed it against the tracking chip and then...

...nothingness.

I know, I know, it doesn't tell anything in regards as to why she looks like Casey, but I'll get to that in the next chapter, so don't worry. I hope I didn't ramble on in my thought process as Sarah's character. Sorry if I did. Raphael's character came to me quite easily. Hooray for me on that one!

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