Hey People I'm back! Hope you didn't miss me too much! Any ways you all know that I love writing for you guys butt some times it's difficult for me to get to a computer to post so the posts might be far apart ok? Now onto the story, but first doing the disclaimer will be Raph my cute little "dark prince" as Leo called him.(A cookie to whoever knows where that reference is from).

Raph: Yur what?!

Me: Nothing!

Raph: GinevarM550 dosen't own TMNT nor dose she have any afiliation with Nickelodeon, but she will have a very close relationship with the wall soon...

Me: *runs away at top speed* Bye everybody see ya next chapter!

Raph: Get back here girlie! *chases after me*

Ch. 2: Safe?

I regain semi conscious to the sound of two voices bickering; I better pretend to be asleep in case they're watching me. The first voice that I hear, I recognize as the one that saved me last night.

"So what would you suggest we had done Leo, left her there to die?!"
Ouch so loud… it hurts my ears, I hope that their not arguing about me.

"I never said that Raph…"

"So then what are you saying?"

"I just thought that it was a bit rash to bring her back with us. That's all."

"Yea so we can just leave her their, for the next person who comes across her to have his way with her. Brilliant plan fearless leader!"

I hear a rustle and someone walks away… I hope it's the one he called Leo; he doesn't seem happy about saving me. URRGH that makes my blood boil! It's not my fault they shot me with a gun! I wasn't made bulletproof! That was #45! Although… he didn't survive the test…

"Stupid Leo." the one that saved me spoke, he called him Raph right? Yes! That means the idiot Leo is gone.

"Just because he wants answers to his questions doesn't mean that he has to act like a numb skull. Hey girlie you better get well soon cuz you sleeping in my bed and Donne thinks I need some beauty rest from all the but kicking I did last night."

That would explain why the table I'm lying on is so soft, and I'm not feeling any discomfort, wonder what Raph and his room look like.

"Wonder what your name is and how you got those wings on your back. Must be a shell of a story."

Crabs I didn't know my wings were out darn it…oh bloody hat my right shoulder and right wing finally kick in. It feels like they were run over by a truck, then someone doused them in gasoline and lit them on fire. Dam I must taken one freken bad hit for it to hurt this much. I let out a small groan. Suddenly I feel Raph's hand on my good shoulder and another hand goes to my forehead; they feel nice and cool against my skin so I shiver.

"Dam your running a fever again and your nerves are starting to kick in. I'll get more blankets and some Tylenol for when you wake up."
As I feel him pull away a desire emerges in me to ask him to stay but I slap the thought away; hadn't I learned my lesson the first time about men?! I hear his feet go across the floor but I don't hear a door open or close so that means either there is none or he left it open the whole time. And bought of those options bring me a little sense of comfort knowing that at least if others are watching he can't try anything funny…right?

Once again I hear the pitter-patter of feet across the ground and someone walks in, Raph I presume. I feel a draft and then another blanket is on top of me I snuggle into it feeling the extra warmth, hu how come I never noticed before that I was cold?

"But still what the shell would the Foot be chasing you for? Unless you crossed them or used to work for them…"

At those words my blood begins to boil and I clench my fists, me work for those inhumane sons of a Brick under my own free will?!

Without opening my eyes I answer, "I would never work for those idiots. They are the ones that did this to me."

I hear him move, startled that I was awake I bet, and then a hand goes over my eyes.

"When the shell did you wake up?"

"While you wear rapping up your argument with the other guy, now I have a question for you. Why are my eyes covered? You not dressed for a lady?"

"Naw just hold on so I can get my suit ok? Then you can put a frilly little dress on and we're good."

I chuckle a bit "It's nice to finally meet someone with my sense of sarcasm. BTW I'm Logan and since I already know who you are can you take your hand off already?"

"Ok but ya have to promise you won't scream. I'm not all that pretty ya know." He sounds pretty unsure is he another runaway experiment?

"Fine I promise but I bet you I've seen much worse."

As his hand comes off I still keep my eyes closed and brace myself hoping that he doesn't look like #60. She was so beautiful but then after her "changing" she looked like a real monster; she didn't even last a day after the…operation.

"Hold on," I say suddenly "do you have my glasses? I can't see a thing with out them. One of the side effects from my "changing" is that my vision got worse."

"Oh, hold on" I hear him move some stuff and then walk over to me "Here you go."

Raph grabs my good arm and puts my glasses in my hand. I open them up and then slide them onto my face. I take a huge breath and open my eyes.

I have to blink a few times cuz of the light but since my eyes adjust quickly it didn't take to long. The first thing I notice is that the room is big, like an entire second floor of a house big, you could have fit my old room back home in here at least four times not to mention that it is at least two stories tall in here! But there is a lot of wooden support beams everywhere, like the one you see at construction sites all the time, along with a few platforms that are placed randomly on the beams. Secondly I notice that there's an awesome stereo system, on the right front side of the room next to the door, (well the giant opening in the wall any ways) that sits on top of a bookshelf crammed to the seams with CD's. I recognize a few of my favorite bands on the shelves, and I'll have remembered to check them out latter. On the right side of the stereo there is a lot of training equipment, a bench press, and dumbbells (the usual), along with a toolbox and something under a sheet; I'll sneak a peek at it later. On the left side of the room their is a hammock, that I'm in (it's a miracle that I haven't fallen out yet) it looks so worn out that I'm just as surprised to the fact that it hasn't broken yet. In front of the hammock there are many different kinds of punching bags hanging from the wooden beams along with a lot of dents in the wall were someone missed or got too angry. It's not till I turn towards the right again to see what's next to the "bed" that I see him.

Wow, everything that I thought of could not look anything like this. There is a turtle next to me leaning against one of the support beams. A really big turtle with a red bandana over his eyes and his skin is a nice dark green, like the color of tree leaves in summer. His arms are really rip, so he must workout a lot. The under side of his shell is covered with tons of small scars and nicks, like he had gotten beaten up a lot when he was young. Oddly his hands and feet only have three fingers and his toes that are not webbed, I could have sworn that turtles have webbed feet…
Then a realization hits me like a ton of bricks.