3:00a.m.
That's exactly what the clock said when Casey rolled over and looked at it, the red numbers glowing in the dark.
Since about ten that evening, she had been lying in bed, tossing and turning thinking about her encounter in the park.
So, her vision was going to take place soon…when? Frowning, no details in that regard had come forth.
What she did know was that she had to somehow find him again and warn him…
Casey rolled her eyes in the dark. This was the part that always frustrated her. Unless they knew who she was and were knowledgeable of her powers, the people she wanted to help would think she was a lunatic for trying to tell them about events that hadn't occurred yet for their safety.
Luckily, she was usually able to help them without them being none the wiser… but sometimes, she did have to approach people. And in this case, it appeared she would have to.
Well, this is going down in the record books as the oddest event of my life…
And considering how long she'd been a part of the world that was really saying something.
Sighing, Casey knew that she wasn't going to get any sleep that night for when her brain decided it wanted to be active there was usually no turning it off.
Carefully, she got out of bed and padded down the hall to the kitchen. She sifted through and dug out a can of iced tea. She looked at it for a moment. Caffeine would probably not be the best idea, but she liked it so she just shrugged and popped the can open.
Sipping it, she stared out the stars. Even with the city lights, they were sparkling brilliantly.
As her eyes were lazily scanning the city, she spotted something on one of the roofs. Narrowing her eyes, she studied what appeared to be a silhouette.
As she watched, it moved so that the moonlight didn't illuminate it entirely, but made its' outline more obvious. She nearly dropped her can when she saw that it was a turtle just like the one she'd seen earlier that same evening.
Ws it the same one, she didn't know…there were four if she remembered correctly…
A second one appeared a moment later. From the way it was gesturing and its' body language, it seemed to be mad at the other one she'd first seen.
The other one lowered its' head and shook it in a long suffering manner.
From there, it appeared they were arguing. Casey wondered about what but since she was a fair distance from them, there was no way she would able to hear what they were saying.
As the moonlight lit them more, she could see what appeared to be swords strapped to one of their backs. The other had what looked like three pronged forks tucked in a belt.
They had different coloured bandanas, she noticed, than the one she'd seen before. The one with swords had blue, with the one with the forks had red.
Casey watched, fascinated, as they argued some more before the one in blue disappeared into the night, leaving the red one standing there in a huff, clenching his weapons. In what she knew was anger, it threw one of it's' forks.
Casey's eyes went wide as she watched it sail in her direction. Quickly, she ducked as the weapon flew in through her open kitchen window and stick itself in her kitchen table.
Slowly and carefully, she looked over the edge of the table and stared at the weapon.
No, not a fork…A Sai… Casey thought, remembering the name after a moment.
She stood and gently grasped the handle and gave a tug. The weapon budged a little, but not enough to come out. Biting her lip, she pulled harder until it came loose, making her stumble a little.
Once Casey righted herself, she stared that Sai in her hand. It was beautifully made and looked expensive. There was some wear from use, but overall it was a great condition. The handle was wrapped with red leather and there was a dragon etched on one side and Japanese lettering on the other.
Casey gently laid her fingers between the prongs, frowning. This was clearly made for someone who had large fingers...larger than any human being…
Imagine that…custom weapons for a turtle…a turtle that clearly practiced Ninjutsu…
One of her life-long friends practiced the art and had a set of said weapons on his mantle for display and another for actual sparring. She'd always admired them but never imagined that she'd see them this way.
"And this world just gets weirder and weirder…" she mused out loud.
Despite that, it did answer the question as to why the turtles in her vision had weapons.
"So I have another piece to the puzzle…"
Raphael watched the woman's movements from his hiding spot not too far from her window. The darkness hid him well so that even if she glanced in his direction, she wouldn't see him.
Damn! Why did he have to throw it? Raph shook his head at his own stupidity. Now he was down a weapon and unsure of how to get it back.
A moment later, his brother Donatello joined his side. Raph touched a finger to his lips and pointed inside so that he could see just why he was standing where he was.
The purple masked turtle did as Raph instructed and widened his eyes upon seeing her. It was the same woman from the park earlier!
Raph caught this look of recognition. He mouthed, 'you've seen her before?' at Donnie.
'Yes, last night…' Donnie mouthed back. When he looked back, he noticed she was wearing a simple dark purple tank top and night shorts. Her hair was down now, cascading to the middle of her back.
Donatello offhandedly wondered if it was as soft as it looked…
It was then that he saw two green fingers enter his vision and snap. The sharp sound startled him and he sent a glare Raph's way.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were starin'." The red masked turtle commented, smirking.
"I was not!" Donnie cringed at that. Usually Raph's needling didn't faze him, but it appeared that it had just now.
This made Raphael smile in the devilish way that made Donnie slightly nervous. That usually meant trouble...
"Wait 'till I tell Mikey you're crushin' on a girl…finally!"
Before Donnie could protest, Raph disappeared into the dark no doubt heading for the lair.
The purple masked turtle sighed and wondered whether or not he should chase after the insufferable hothead. He decided that he mine aswell be there to explain his side of the issue anyhow, so he turned to go.
Donatello entered the lair a short time later, huffing. Raph, he noticed, was already back and sitting on the couch with his girlfriend, Liz.
"So a girl caught your eye, eh Donnie?" Liz teased good-naturedly.
"I'm afraid what my brother has told you is incorrect. No girl has done that."
Raph made a noise that clearly told Donnie that he didn't believe him. "Right and you weren't starin' at her while we were on the ledge eh?"
"At least I didn't lose my weapon." He shot back.
Raph growled at that. "It was Leo's fault…was provokin' me again…for no good reason."
Liz poked her boyfriend gently. "You two have got to stop fighting like a couple of…boys." She said, at a loss for a better term.
"You're askin' for a miracle, babe." Raph told her truthfully.
Donatello turned to the raven-haired woman and smiled. "They've been fighting since they learned to talk…you mine as well give up that idea. You can just hide out with Mikey and I when they go at it."
Liz sighed and folded her arms. "So…how did you lose your weapon?" She asked, turning to Raph.
The red masked turtle sighed himself. "Leo and I argued, I threw it, it landed in a woman's table…the same woman I was razzin' him about earlier."
Liz looked worried now. "How are you going to get it back?"
"That's the million dollar question." Donatello answered this time.
Later, even with much reservation from Raph, they gathered everyone and told them about their predicament.
Splinter rubbed his chin after hearing the entire story from Donatello. "This is a difficult situation to fix."
Mikey sighed. "You're telling us, Sensei."
"But," the rat said, holding up his finger, "we will find a way to remedy it so Raphael may have his weapon back."
The turtle in question gave his sensei a nod. "Thank you." He said simply.
Casey held the weapon in her hands and wished she had the coordination to at least twirl it, but sadly she didn't.
Carefully, she set it down on her living room table. She'd been thinking about what to do with said weapon when an idea, though most likely foolish, came to her mind. Perhaps it could be used to lure them out so she could talk to them…
Oh, that'll work Casey… she scolded herself. Just walk up and say "here's your weapon and by the way I'm Psychic and had a vision about you…" yeah, that'll go over well…
Casey shook her head at herself. Okay, time to think of something else…
Absentmindedly, she picked up her small, glass Hawthorne tree figurine she'd gotten as a child and twirled it in her fingers. It had and it was one of her most prized possessions still to this day. Casey grinned as she thought of the name she'd given it; Percy.
Her mother had thought naming the tree odd, but just chalked it up to a childhood quirk. Which, Casey guessed, it was but that hadn't stopped her from giving it a name.
Gently she set it down and sighed as she noticed the sun peaking up over the horizon.
Perhaps sleeping on it would help. And with that, she set down her figurine and headed off to bed, hoping she was right.