Luckily, I'm not the type who faints. Otherwise, I would drag the newspaper in my hand with me to the floor. If anything, I was born with good/bad reflexes. And what happened next was a bad one.
I flung the newspaper in my hand towards the figures. "Duck!" All four of them went to the ground. I got closer, still flinging stuff in my hands. Once I was just inches away from them, I could finally see what they were.
Turtles. Talking, bipedal, masked mutant turtles. I grabbed the one closest to me and pinned him on the ground. The others just backed away. I grabbed a lamp with shades of blue.
"Who are you, mutant?" I asked. He managed a sitting position. "Mikey. And please don't throw that, too. That's my fave lamp!"
I lowered the lamp."Mikey?" He nodded. "Short for Michaelangelo." I got off of him and backed up. His brothers helped him get up.
Then, the Turtle with the red mask looked at me. "All right. Now it's time for us to asking questions. But that's boring, and you are considered a threat to me and my brothers."
He lunged at me, sharp things in his hands. Something inside me told me to dodge.