This was a long wait. Oh my goodness. Well here's the next chapter and yes it's real short but I've got 17 days left of high school and then I'll have more time to update. :) Thanks to all the people who have Favorited this and are following it. :) Gives me some more confidence. And thanks to hypersneak for reviewing! I'll now be adding this
Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT or anything that has to do with that. However the OCs are mine. :)
Enjoy.
6 months later...
"I love this game!" the gruff voice of the lone figure running on the rooftops laughed as he took another flying leap across a gap in the buildings before him. He was dressed in a heavy metal and leather suit and he had a large back piece on the suit almost like a turtle shell. His feet, even being concealed in heavy boots made an unnaturally soft sound as he ran, chasing something that ran below him on the street.
Scrambling on foot below was a lean and slightly muscled boy, about twenty to twenty one in age with baggy jeans and a white wife beater on with the usual chain hanging on his pants and piercings on his face that most punks these days sported and a red bandana and lightly tanned skin. Although this one was different with his unique tattoo that he wore proudly on his neck. A long and scaly shape with a flickering forked tongue, all colored in a rich purple. A Purple Dragon. They were the slime of the city that the metal covered figure loved, and they were really getting on his last nerve.
On his usual patrol around the city the Nightwatcher had been about to tend to a small mugging when he spotted the young punk running, seemingly for his life and assumed the mugger had already made a break for it. So he decided to follow him.
Now he was chasing the kid down as fast as he could and enjoying every moment. It was a rush, the flight response by most criminals when they saw him just attracted the hidden predator within him and he couldn't resist. He chased the kid about six blocks when he took a hard right into an ally.
"Gotcha." Nightwatcher smirked under his helmet as he watched the kid look around frantically for an escape. "This'll be too easy." Jumping down into the ally with a purposefully loud thud, Nightwatcher slowly walked towards the street punk.
"Hey kid, what'cha runnin' from huh?" The Purple Dragon, now startled looked at the Nightwatcher in fear.
"Please, I-I'm just tryna' get away from her!" he cried out.
"Who? The lady you mugged?" Nightwatcher snickered.
"No man! I didn't mug no body! El Lobo Demonio!" The kid spoke in a rush, his breath becoming rapid and his eyes widening in a fear that said whoever this was, was not good.
"Who and what is a lobo demo-whatever?" Nightwatcher growled as he proceeded to grab the kid by his shirt and lift him up, shaking him slightly. "Hey! What are you talking about?" the kid shook his head as he scrambled to try and free himself from the Nightwatcher's iron like fist.
"El Lobo Demonio, she's loco man, she killed my friend Antonio and now she's comin' for me! You gotta let me go! Please man!" The kid pleaded.
The Nightwatcher huffed a disappointed sigh and dropped the kid. "Whatever, go on." He growled as he proceeded to walk back over to the nearby building's fire escape to make his way back up to the rooftops.
"Geez, what the heck is a lobo anyway?" he asked himself as he climbed up the latter to the first platform and started to climb the second.
And that's pretty much where the shit hit the fan.
"Oh shit! Shit! Hey, wait! Help me!" the kid yelled. Nightwatcher turned around and scanned the area. It was hard to miss the white mass that stood at the mouth of the ally. Upon closer inspection he could see it was a wolf. A wolf with no business being as large as it was.
"Holy shit that thing is as big as a damn horse." Nightwatcher whispered to himself as he watched the beast snarl at the Purple Dragon in the most bloodthirsty and viscous way. It was white, like a star on a clear night. And when it moved its fur shone with reds and oranges and yellows like a fire was dancing along its pelt. It was the most beautiful thing and yet the most frightening thing he'd seen in a long time and he didn't think he could watch the scene that he knew was going to unfold.
"No! No! Please I didn't do anything!" the kid squeaked out as he cowered against the back wall of the ally.
All the wolf did in response was growl low in its throat and advance forward slowly. The predator and its prey, the sick and twisted but oddly beautiful dance that played out every day. But not like this. He had to stop it, the bloodbath he was sure was about to come. He couldn't let this beast destroy an innocent kid, well innocent today. But he couldn't bring himself to speak, it was like his brain refused to send the message through to his mouth to talk, to yell to do anything! He just couldn't stop watching.
The white wolf snapped its deadly long dagger-like teeth at the kid, making him squeak in fear and jump back. The wolf's eyes sparked with even more interest. The prey was responding and it was enjoying every moment of it.
"Please, no." the kid moaned out in fear as the wolf towered over his relatively short form. It licked its lips and bared its teeth again.
Nightwatcher was frozen in his place, awestruck by the scene before him.
And then the wolf struck. Hard and fast and with no mercy it leapt at the boy and sunk its teeth into his head, the kid's skull splintering under the crushing weight of the massive wolf's jaws, allowing the dagger-like teeth to sink into the flesh within. Instantly the kid was dead and gone, his eyes lifeless and void of anymore light. But the wolf wasn't done and it proceeded to swing its head back and forth and then placing its large paw on the body to hold it down and then twist the head off the shoulders of the once living man.
Bile rose in his throat as he finally came to his senses and stared out in shock at the beast below him. It rose its head and let out a long and almost sorrowful howl before it stepped back from the body and severed head and into the shadow of the fire escape he was standing on. He sucked in a breath and gulped down the bile in his throat, trying to compose himself he leaned to his right to look over the railing of the fire escape. Expecting to see snapping jaws filled with bloody teeth he was surprised to see no wolf at all but instead and young woman curled against the wall, sobbing softly into her knees. She had lightly tanned skin and it seemed almost flawless in the dark shadow of the escape and he knew this because she was completely naked. Her hair was a bright auburn color and it was pulled back into a pony tail that hung loosely at the back of her neck, the rest of it cascading over her shoulder.
He wasn't sure what to do but the sight of the woman crying made him feel almost sad himself. He wanted to understand why she was sobbing and what the hell she was exactly. And why she was naked. Not that it bothered him that much but he was sure it would bother her if he went down there. Looking up and around him he spotted a clothes line with multiple towels on it. Summer had finally come and everybody was hittin' the pools and lakes. 'Perfect.' He thought as he scaled the escape up to the clothes line, snatching a towel from it before jumping down to the cement below. Landing with a soft thud.
"Who's there?" He froze and held his breath as he waited for a giant wolf to come and tear him limb from limb. He shook his head. 'She's a sobbing woman, get it together.' He thought as he approached her slowly.
"Uh..are ya okay?" he asked her. He tried his hardest to remove the gruffness of his voice so he didn't scare her into killing him or anything crazy like that. He heard some sniffling and the woman clear her throat before she answered.
"Um…yea…yea I'm fine." He scowled behind his helmet and walked closer holding out the towel.
"Ya don't sound fine." He inquired, giving up on removing the harsh tone of his voice. He heard her snort out a laugh.
"Yea well if you had unintentionally murdered someone because they knew were your best friend was taken when they were kidnapped, you wouldn't be too happy either." She growled back as she took the towel and wrapped it around herself, standing up slowly. She suddenly sucked in a large breath and almost collapsed back to the ground, clutching her leg in pain.
"Shit are ya okay?" Wait? She had just killed the kid…on accident. Yea sure. She was probably going to kill him next. She would never. His inner mind snarled at him. Shaking his head he looked through his helmet at the girl, finally seeing the blood seep through the towel.
"Yeah…damn kid's friend got me." She snickered.
"With what exactly?" he asked.
"A gun why?" she quirked a neatly plucked auburn brow at him.
"Is there a bullet in there er what?" he growled.
"Prolly." She shrugged.
"Why are you shrugging, you've been shot!" he exclaimed.
"Why do you care, you don't know me?" she mused back. He blinked and paused a moment. She was damn right. He didn't know her at all. But you want to know her.
"Shut up!" he hissed.
"Excuse me?" the woman asked seemingly shocked at his outburst.
"Nothing, eh..uh..sorry..talking to my..self.." That's attractive. He almost growled out loud but remembered to keep the weird habits to a minimum.
"Look….I know what you saw…so if you could just…not mention it to the cops that'd be great. But I should really get going." She said as she moved to turn away.
Don't let her. His mind's voice urged.
What? He asked mentally. Great now I'm really crazy.
Don't let her go! It yelled.
Why? He questioned.
Just don't! It yelled again, causing little warning bells to go off in his head. She was important. But why? And what did it have to do with him…or the Purple Dragons?
"Wait!" the woman spun around at his outburst and raised her brow again in question.
"Yes?" she said slowly.
Not knowing what really to do he decided the only way to get her to trust him would be to reveal himself. His brother was going to be pissed as hell but…he felt he had to do this. Raising his hands slowly and gripping his helmet, he pulled it off. Expecting the usual scream or gasp at the fact that he was a bipedal, talking human-like turtle he closed his eyes waiting for the biting remarks. Instead he felt soft delicate fingers rest under his chin to grab at it and tilt his head down.
"Open your eyes." She didn't ask it of him, she commanded it and normally he would not bow to commands so easily, but he did now and opened his eyes. They almost matched hers in color, hers were more orange where his were more topaz gold. But they both held a burning fire within them, the only difference in it was that it made her eyes literally glow.
"You're a turtle correct?" he barely heard her question as he was caught by her eyes, shaking his head clear he nodded.
"And what do I call you?" she asked. Clearing his throat he let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.
"Raphael." The woman smiled softly. As if meeting an old friend.
"And why do you ask me to stay, Raphael?" she asked him. Truth be told he didn't know the answer. Because the voice in my head told me too didn't seem like the best remark and because you're a naked wolf-lady didn't either.
"I…It's not safe. The kid's buddies are gonna look for him and if I know one thing, their boss isn't gonna like what he sees." He said, his voice becoming oddly calm as her fingers brushed against the scaly skin of his cheek.
"Ah and me ripping people's heads off shows I'm vulnerable?" she mused, smiling, he gulped down the lump in his throat trying to keep him from speaking as he saw her canine teeth lengthen.
"No. Just….Look…I know the Purple Dragons' leader." He paused looking away from her. "He….if he has your friend and he finds you…he won't be…friendly." He said quietly. He didn't know why he was suddenly acting quiet and uneasy, but just being near her made him feel all…weird.
"Fine."
"Look I don't wanna fight ya on…wait…what?" he stammered slightly at he willingness to listen to him. No one ever listens to him!
"I said fine." She said with a shrug.
"Uh…all right then…um..can you walk?" he asked quickly.
"Yes. It hurts but it's doable."
"Alright…follow me then uh…" he paused again turning around in the darkness and meeting her glowing orange and gold eyes.
"Blythe hun, my name is Blythe." She said with a quirk of her lips.
Huh, different name. Blythe.
Mine.
Wait what? He gulped again as he nodded and led her away from the horrible scene in the ally and toward his home. Toward his family who awaited. Toward his ever pressing, irritating, arrogant brother. He growled softly to himself as they walked.
Great.
I hope you guys like Blythe so far. I know it seems like I'm jumping right in and it's because well, that's how it would be with the way the wolves are. :) You'll see, all will be explained in good time.
Next chap. should be out sometime after May 16th. Woot! Last day of high school! :D
