Chapter 2: Breann
Tiffany kept walking forward as Raphael stopped. I watched, unable to warn her in time, as she walked right into him.
He spun angrily, holding a sai to her throat.
"Who the Shell are you?!" He demanded.
"I... I... I'm..." Tiffany stuttered.
"Well?! Better answer quickly, kid. My patience is running short!" He growled. I think I saw a thin stream of red liquid trickle down her throat, from the spot where the sai was poking into her neck.
I, having a natural tendency towards adrenaline-powered rages, picked up a piece of pipe on the ground.
No. Nobody was going to hurt my best friend. I had her back.
I tried to sneak up behind Raphael with the pipe, but he grabbed my arm just as I was raising the weapon to strike.
I felt myself flying backwards. Raphael slammed me and Tiffany against the wall of the tunnel.
"I'm not going to ask this again: who are you?!" He demanded.
He was holding me by the shirt collar, but it looked like he had Tiffany by the actual throat. My theory was confirmed by the choking noises she started making.
"My name is Breann, and this is my best friend Tiffany. Could you please release her, because I think you're choking her." I rambled out at top talking speed.
Raphael looked at Tiffany, whose face had turned red. He dropped her, and she fell onto her hands and knees, one hand on her throat, coughing.
"Thank you!" She choked out.
I nodded.
Tiffany slowly stood up, and screamed at the top of her lungs.
Raphael glared at her. "The Shell was that for?"
"I have a theory." She smirked.
Sure enough, three more huge turtles came running, rounding the corner, weapons drawn.
"Knew it."
I gaped at the giant turtles. Tiffany turned to me.
"I told you. I told you. New York means bad guys. Bad guys mean good guys. God guys mean vigilantes, and the best vigilantes ever are the four huge turtles standing right in front of you." She smirked. I rolled my eyes. Okay, okay. She was right. For once.
"Hey, Raph, we heard a scream. What's going on?" Leonardo, the blue masked turtle with the katana blades, asked.
"That's what I want to know. These two followed me from an alley just off Main Street. The blonde one walked right into me." Raphael replied.
"Hang on, hang on!" Tiffany spoke up. I sighed. Oh no. Shut your mouth, girl. Shut it now.
"What?" Raphael growled.
"You knew we were following you?"
"Yes, I knew you were there. I'm a ninja. Obviously, you aren't." Raphael rolled his eyes.
Uh oh. No way. You did not just go there!
Tiffany is, always has been, incredibly certain of kunoichi status, even though she'd never had much real training. It was never a good idea to tell her she wasn't a ninja.
"Excuse me? Excuse me?! Wasn't aware you were the expert on who was and wasn't a ninja... Raphael." My best friend growled.
The red masked turtle glared. "Who are you? And how do you know my name?" He demanded.
"Oh. You don't know? Who's the ninja now?!" Tiffany smirked.
"You don't know that because you're a 'ninja'. You only know that because of a movie. Anybody would know that." I rolled my eyes.
And received a death glare from Tiffany. I glared back.
"Wait... Movie? What movie?" Donatello piped up.
Tiffany glanced at me.
"Well? This one's on you." She smirked. I glared, and turned back to the turtles.
I opened my mouth a few times, and closed it again, frowning. Thinking.
"You see... There's this movie..." Tiffany started for me.
"Continue..." Leo crossed his arms raising an eyebrow.
"And that's as far as I'm going. Your turn. You tell them." She turned to me.
I took a deep breath.
"RUN!" I shouted, and took off down the tunnel, top speed.
