I appologize for the short chapters, but my computer somehow saves 2 chapters as one like intended, but uploads it as 2. halfway through fixing this :)
Disclamer : I do not own TMNT, I wish I did but I only own sheila and others to come.
His feet made little scuffling noises on the cement.
when he looked up, catching his breath, the sight that greeted him gave him newfound hope. Less than a block away was the antique shop. It gave him strength making the cold leave him if only for a moment as the shop firmly held his gaze. The curtains were fully withdrawn with most of the lights on. This gave the illusion that the shop was a beacon, beaconing him to safety and to those that loved him.
Thump
His attention was torn away to the sound behind him. scanning the roof behind him, nothing caught his attention. Nothings there, was probably a pidgeon flying into a window or something... He looked at what was left of his bag. Sheila had sorted through his belongings and had kept most of them, including his staff. But she had left him little things, like his bandana tha twas barely holding together, and the famous pidgeon puppet looking back up at him through the torn zipper. The puppet had come in handy in certain situations, not to mention it had caused many awkward conversations of how he'd come across his friend of fabric, but now it was as useless as the empty, blood soaked belt around his waste. Turning back to the shop, a nagging sensation caused him to glance back over his shoulder. A shadow was silently landing a few feet behind him.
Oh shell, its one of them! they've come to finish me off! He shook his head, clearing it of his panic. Allowing his mind to sort through the possible outcomes of this encounter.It might not be one of them, my mind's playing tricks on me. And if it is one of them, then there must be a solution to this predicament. Just keep walking, Ill eventually reach the shop, and when I do, Leo will know what to do and take over the situation like the OCD brother I'd give anything to have here now.
walking he kept his eyes on the shop, not even daring to breath.
Click...click...click,click...click.
It was the perfect night for a run. Smiling at the busling city below her, she filled her lungs with city air. letting her lungs expand fully, the air reaching the very bottom, before letting it out with a satisfied sigh. The air was filled with many exotic scents; flowery perfume, the intoxicating scents of restaurants offering foods from around the world,even the stench of exaust was semi appealing.
her emerald eyes scanned the streets below, before making their way back up to the rooftops. If a person were to look up to where she was standing in the shadows all they would see would be her eyes, floating in the darkness. she could'nt be bothered with people at the moment. They were strange, but then again so was she.
"Robyn look out behind you!" her little brother's screams reached her just in time as a Purple Dragon swung at her with a bat. she flipped over him with ease. Her hood that was covering her human face had slipped off and now her hair kept blowing into her face. this is the last time I let Ethan convince me to wear my hair down. Grunting, she caught the bat in mid swing, her forearm absorbing most of the blow as the vibrations rattled up her arm. she tightened her grip on the metal bat, allowing the heat from her body to seep into the metal, smiling she squished the now soft metal through her fingers.
she shook her head, clearing the memory. that was the last time she'd seen a Purple dragon face her with a metal weapon.
Rolling her shoulders, the knots that resided there began to unkink from hours of sitting at a computer or standing at an operating table. This was a well needed break. From balancing her job as a doctor and her job helping her brothers face everyday life left her with little or no time to herself. I wonder if Ethan has successfully driven Brian mad yet.
Breaking into a jog, to loosen her joints. reaching the edge of the roof she leapted off without hesitation, Her clothes disappeared in mid air, burning off her skin, but her body remained covered as it changed into her true form. she landed on all fours, and broke into a sprint. Her muscles expanding and contracting, noticably under her skin. Her ears perked up, sorting the incoming noises. her lips parted in a small smile, sliding up over her fangs coating them with saliva to prevent them from drying out in the wind. She tasted the air, tasting the hints of salt water in the cool night air. Then it hit her. The metalic scent of blood made her stop in her tracks. It was so overpowering she had to face into the wind that blew the smell away, as she strugglled to keep her animal instincts from taking over. Below her in the alley the stench came in waves.
I should call for backup. she hesitated grabbing her cell. Jon and Brian are out on a lead though, I better check to see if it is worth calling them in.
Unshealthing her daggers she ventured into the alley.
