Second chapter! I already had all this written but it's still fun to party once a chapters up. PARTAY! (breaks open beer) I've tried to lighten the mood a little but this story doesn't really allow much for humor. (Sigh) And that's my specialty! Oh well... Oh! I forgot to put this in the first chapter! So here ya go!
Disclaimer: ... Do I have to? (random person holds gun to TCT's head) FINE! FINE! I'll do it. (Grumbles) Idon'towntmnt. (Person put finger on trigger) Gya! (Oo'(!) I DON'T OWN TMNT! There! Happy?! (person pulls trigger and water soaks TCT's face) Why you!! You made me do the disclamer and I wasn't gonna die?! YOU SUCK! DIE DIE DIE! (Chases person with REAL gun)
Computerized Savior
Chapter Two:
A Savior in Her Mind
Raph glanced at the computer screen, scowling to himself. It was already eleven and they had yet to get on. And he was in a bad mood. It might be due to the fact that he had gotten up earlier then he normally did on the weekends plus Mikey was bugging him every ten minutes for possession of the computer.
"Is it my turn yet," Mikey wined for the twentieth time in the last hour.
"No! Now shut up and buzz off," Raph screamed, finally snapping. Mikey 'eeped' and shrunk back from the punch that barely missed him.
"Jeeze," he breathed, "What's got your tail all in a bunch?" Raph growled and smacked Mikey in the middle of the head, which caused the younger turtle to whine even more, though less loudly.
When the young annoyance called Mikey had given up his pestering, Raph went back to searching for the humans he had talked with the day before. He had almost given up when a familiar name popped up on the screen. He hesitated a second before sending an invite. The person agreed and their name came up on a chat page.
TamaShiTatsu: hello ShiiShinobi92
ShiiShinobi92: hi
TamaShiTatsu: srry I got so mad at u yesterday
TamaShiTatsu: I was out of line
TamaShiTatsu: It's just that I hate it when people don't answer me
TamaShiTatsu: and the subject was on Raphael
TamaShiTatsu: I get defensive about that topic
TamaShiTatsu: I guess it's stupid to get so worked up about a cartoon character TamaShiTatsu: …right?
Raph felt his mood take a nosedive. Cartoon character. He wasn't real. To her, he was just someone she saw on Saturday morning cartoons. Just some turtle that was mutated by some ooze that a guy made up because he had nothing better to do. An invisible person that didn't really live.
He wondered why it bothered him more then it had the previous day. It didn't anger him but made him feel alone; and feeling alone was worse. He always dealt with anger but he had never faced this new demon.
TamaShiTatsu: hello?
TamaShiTatsu: please don't do this again
TamaShiTatsu: I hate it when people ignore me
ShiiShinobi92: sorry I was … thinking
TamaShiTatsu: about?
ShiiShinobi92: …
TamaShiTatsu: that's okay I understand
TamaShiTatsu: hey sorry to do this to you but I have to go
TamaShiTatsu: I hope we can talk again soon
TamaShiTatsu signed off at 11:12 am
Raph sighed and leaned back in his seat. Yeah. To her, he was a cartoon character that had a human doing the speaking for him. He wasn't real. He was an invisible being that lived in the minds of some old dead guys and on pieces of paper. Raph gave a sad 'heh' and signed off.
After all, being invisible was the way of the Shinobi.
XXX
Tristen signed off and put the computer in 'sleep mode' just before her dad walked through her bedroom door. She turned to him with a stoic face, trying hard not to bite her lip.
"What're you doing," he asked in a slurred voice. She took a shallow breath and answered him in a low voice.
"I was going to bed." He looked around her room then took a swig from the beer bottle in his right hand.
"First make me some dinner then clean up this damn house. And clean this room! Don't you know I pay for you to live here! I should throw you out on the street!" Tristen bit her lip as he neared her, his voice rising with every step. He grabbed her by her already bruised arm and pulled her towards him, throwing the beer bottle on the wood flooring smashing it. She cringed as he raised his fist and brought it down on her, lost in his own rant.
Through the whole beating, brought on by drug use and too much time at the bar, Tristen didn't whimper once. She kept her mouth clamped tightly shut and her eyes glued closed. By the middle of the 'reprimanding', the blows had become a dull throbbing sensation. Her thoughts were starting to jumble together into a mass of words and pictures. A piece of glass bit into her leg making her red blood spill onto the floor. Tristen whimpered once after a blow connected with her cheek, cracking the bone.
She cried out silently for the one person she thought could save her. She retreated into her mind as it brought up the male's image, illuminating him by a full moon. He was facing her and his mask tails flew out behind him as his sai's glittered in the natural light. He smiled at her; a smile she knew was reserved only for her. His lips moved to form words but she couldn't hear him.
"What," she called as she reached out to him. He spoke again, his words still silent.
"I can't hear you," she whispered as tear came to her eyes, "I-I can't…" A sob caught in her throat as she viciously whipped away the tears that fell from her eyes. He smiled again then spoke in a whisper, his word finally becoming audible.
"Hold on…"
XXX
Tristen opened her eyes slowly and looked up at the ceiling of an ambulance.
"What happened," she crooked out. Her voice didn't sound like hers. It was horse, like it was over used. But I didn't even scream, she thought as her eyes darted around the car. Someone leaned over her and looked at her through bright green eyes.
"You're awake! Thank God! You could have died!" They spoke so fast Tristen had a hard time catching it all.
"I died?"
The person laughed.
"No but you could have. You where half dead by the time we arrived. You're, um, father had been ranting for a while. The people who made the call said that he had been yelling for over twenty minutes." Tristen would have rolled her eyes if they didn't feel like lead balls.
"That's nothing. I've lived through a few hours of that." The person's eyes went wide. "A-a few hours? Of that! My God! How old are you?!" Tristen moaned as the ambulance hit a large bump.
"Sixteen."
Tristen had come to the conclusion that the person was an older woman around her mid thirties.
"W-well we're going to get you to the hospital to get you looked at and find you a new home." Tristen noticed the woman's voice was a little shaky but was more interested in the 'new home' part.
"New home? What do you mean?" The woman smiled at her, a forced smiled but a smile none the less.
"You're, uh, father?" She paused to see if it was okay to call him that. Tristen wondered why she hadn't done that the first time but pushed it aside. When she didn't give a protest the woman continued.
"Well, he was arrested and is facing years in jail. So the Social Workers are going to find you a foster care to live at."
"I have an aunt."
The woman furrowed her brows in confusion.
"Excuse me?"
"I have an aunt in New York. She's a foster care mother. I don't think she'll mind becoming my legal guardian," Tristen explained. The woman nodded her head and jotted a note down onto a Post-It.
"Thank you. I'll tell the Social Worker's that. Now you get some sleep. When you wake up you'll be at the hospital." Tristen tried to protest but sleep beckoned her and she was feeling too weak physically to resist. She sighed happily knowing that once she woke again, her life would be better. Before unconscious claimed her, she silently thanked her Shinobi Savior. She could almost her him chuckling.
"You're welcome…"
I love my job. Well writting fanfics isn't a job but if it was I'd be earning mula AND having fun. Sucks for us writters... (sigh)
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