Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles except for my OC (Chloe).
A/N: I'm not actually sure if I want to continue with this story or not... so I'm just trying out with a third chappie.
Enjoy!
~Indigo Tides
Leo's POV
When the girl took off running, I had to give her credit. She was pretty fast, even in the driving wind. She got as far as maybe ten blocks before I decided it was time to give her some assistance.
Raph pummeled the few ninjas that were hanging around the bench that the girl was sitting on, while Don, Mikey and I took down the stray ninjas that were lacking behind. The alley that Chloe ducked in was light enough so I could make out some details, but not much. A gray coat, boots, jeans and a messy ponytail. Donny was about to call out to her about the gang that finally caught up to her. I shook my head, indicating that he shouldn't blow our cover. On the other hand, when she went crashing into a dumpster, Mikey had enough and jumped down.
Of course, as we were trained, we tried to stay in the shadows. Until she saw us. She was freaked out; I could see it in hers eyes when Don approached her, but part of it was probably her broken arm, too. I didn't blame her- being attacked by a mysterious group of men and being rescued by mutants would be pretty weird.
When Don asked her to go to the lair to fix up her arm, Chloe seemed hesitant at first, but the pain seemed to get to her first before she made up her mind.
"What about going to the hospital?" Chloe asked.
"Well, you could either have to go to a late night visit to a hospital, or I could mend it up bake at our home and say you slipped on some ice. To be honest, your folks may not appreciate a late night call from the ER," stated Donny.
I helped her up, her small hand tight in my hand. For someone so small, Chloe had surprisingly strength. Walking to the road, Mikey kept smiling and tried to get Chloe to leak out any answers to his never ending questions. Raph lagged behind, clearly unhappy with the new visitor. I quietly walked over to him and could practically feel his negative energy project off him.
"Hey, lighten up, will you Raph?" I whispered. "It's not like she's going to ruin your life."
Ralph glowered at me.
"Remember when we rescued April in the sewers? That-"
"Was an experience that we'll never forget," I finished, smiling. He just grunted and looked away.
Donny was prying off the manhole cover as we reached them. Chloe stopped.
"Um, we're going down there?" she questioned. "Is it a shortcut?"
Donatello gave a short laugh and said,
"Well, yeah considering we live down there!"
She looked a bit confused but didn't say anything. Suddenly, I noticed a movement from a van parked in front of the Brooklyn Bridge's ticket station. The bridge was closed down for a couple weeks because of cable construction, and still is closed because of the heavy snowfall. My hands instantly slid to my swords on my back and unsheathed them.
"Guys, this isn't over yet," I warned. "Don! Take her to the lair and we'll finish off the rest up here."
He nodded and started to go down first, disappearing from sight, when he came right back up again.
"Guys, we can't go down there. They're already down there," said the turtle.
Then shots started ringing out all around us. The ninjas beneath us must have heard Don, and found out we close enough for shooting range. I gripped my katanas as I watched Donnie pull Chloe up and shut the manhole cover. She still had her injured arm in a death lock, I noticed, and gave a tiny nudge to Mikey.
Fortunately, he got the clue and led Chloe to a building so she could take cover. Donatello and Ralph charged towards the van, weapons level and ready. Making sure the manhole cover was locked into place; I joined my brothers and fell into battle once again.
Clangs of metal upon metal echoed onto the cities' buildings as more and more kept on piling out of the van. I could hear the blows made by Don's oak bo-staff Mikey breathing hard as his nun chucks overpowered the assassinators. But right in the midst of the skirmish, something weird happened. All of the Foot ninjas dropped their weapons and stood as strait as a board and bowed all together, as if something was behind us.
I turned, my sweating body shaking in the bitter wind. Four new ninjas appeared, red capes swinging dramatically in the wind, all dressed in black clothes. The symbol of the Foot was etched onto their shoulder in blood-red fabric. They all carried lethal looking weapons, their eyes glittering black from behind their masks. Raph stepped forward, sais twirling in his hands like he always did when he was agitated.
"You want somethin' boys? Like an ol' fashioned beatin'?" Raph growled.
The first one swung his sword above his head and rushed at us, the others following is lead. Despite the growing cold, my bones warmed as we fell into battle with another group of our enemies. Sadly, it seems like this stuff will never stop.
My mind wandered to a different state of mind as my weapons clashed against a blade from one of the ninjas. It was almost like my mind forgot everything else and focused on striking, blocking and dodging the blows. Except I forgot about the ninjas he'd just recently battled. I heard a shriek and spun around quickly just in time to see a Foot ninja fire a gun at Chloe.
She tried to move, but the long cable fired from the gun wrapped around her non injured arm and started to drag her towards the waiting van. Giving my attacker one last blow, I ran towards the cable, swords held high in my hand.
Bringing them down hard was my first mistake.
I nearly dislocated my shoulder as the katanas bounced off the cable like it was made of rock. Which, it probably was. Nothing could cut it, so I tried prying it off her arm. That was my second mistake. Once the cable was unattached from her skin, a nasty shock went through my body and half flew, half tumbled a good ten feet away.
As I regained my footing, I saw that she was dragged into the van. But before the door shut, her eyes flashed onto mine briefly. Fear. Anger. Trust. Hope. Then the door slid shut and the engine purred to life.
"Guys!" I belted out. "Forget these ninjas. We need to stop that van!"
Raph smirked and said,
"Just leave that to me, O' Fearless Leader," and swung onto the van just as it was pulling into the closed off bridge.
Mikey tucked his nun chucks into his belt and smiled.
"Anyone us for a chase?" he asked.
I nodded, worry growing in my stomach. But Raph was on the case; usually he could demolish something in a matter if seconds.
Don, Mikey and I belted in our weapons and took of after the vehicle on foot.
I was on the van's tail and quickly gaining speed. Raph was slow in crawling to the front of the car because of the wind and snow, but he reached it when we were about halfway across.
With a yell, he brought his sais on the hood of the car, cutting into the engine. The whole car shuddered and slowly came to a halt. Chloe was the first person out, her broken arm cradled against her body. I ran towards her.
"Are you alright? Did they harm you?" I asked anxiously.
Chloe shook her head, but her hazel eyes told me other things.
"Well, well, well turtles. Our paths have crossed again, yet this will be the final time," said a voice from the shadows in front of the group. I shivered. The voice gave me chills down my spine, and I knew who he was.
Shredder.
His gleaming armor shone in the dull lights of the city. Sharp blades decorated his shoulders and his dark helmet was glowing slightly because of his red eyes. Next to me, Chloe sucked in a breath, her eyes wide.
The ninjas from the van stumbled out and regained posture behind their master. My katanas slid out of their sheaths with a soft hiss.
"But, this business doesn't involve you four pests. It's strictly with her," he proclaimed, pointing a finger at Chloe.
I stepped protectively in front of her and raised my weapons.
"Not today, Shredder," I responded. "If she's your business, then we're your business too."
He laughed and cried,
"Very well. The Foot, attack!"
The black figures pounced, and Leo did the same, his swords slicing through the air. Vaguely, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chloe grab a fallen beam and swing it against one of the ninja's torso and he doubled over in pain. He smiled. She was smart. Instead of cowering, Chloe acted against their demands. Returning back to my focused mind, I began fighting with my brothers at my side; the only sounds were the ringing of blades and the occasional groan when someone was hit.
As the night grew older, the temperature quickly dropped along with the wet flurry of the new snow. Even though I wasn't shivering before, by body was quaking like leak during a storm. Sometimes I just hate being cold-blooded.
Most of the ninjas attacked Raph, seeing that he was a bigger threat, so I paused for a moment to catch my breath. Gasping, I readjusted my grip on my sweaty katana handles and watched the girl I'd just rescued. Chloe still held that pipe, a murderous glint shining in her eye. Somehow, her performance captivated me entirely.
One of the ninja's unsheathed a sword and swung it at her shoulder, but Chloe-pipe in left hand- met the blade and kicked him backward in the stomach. But as I watched her more, her movements started to slow down. Chloe's bloodless face showed me that her broken arm was catching up with her motions.
In the next moment, I rushed at an attacker who tried to sneak up behind Chloe, clunking the back of his head with the hilt of my sword. But what happened next, I was unprepared for; it was as quick as lightning. Shredder dropped behind me, kicking my shell so hard I went flying into a cement road blocker. My eyes fluttered shut, and heard the sickening sound of bone hitting flesh, but they weren't blows to me. When my eyes opened again, Mikey was staring down at me, peering nervously in my face, Donnie and Raph standing over a groaning Shredder.
"I'm 'kay," I muttered, sitting up. Raph and Donny were standing, backs to me, staring at something. What it was, I didn't know. Until I stood up.
Shredder was standing on the edge of the bridge, holding a figure over the churning water. That figure was Chloe, and my stomach churned. A bloody gash ran across her scalp line, dripping red crimson onto the pavement. Her broken arm hung awkwardly at her side, her eyes rolled back into her head. The snow fell harder and the wind made her body sway under Shredder's grasp.
I could feel fury well up inside me as Shredder's red eyes watched me get up.
"Let. Her. Go. Shredder," I grounded out, teeth clenched.
He gave me a grin underneath his dark helmet. Swiftly, he pulled out a syringe, pressed it to Chloe's arm and pushed down on the plunger. Chloe mumbled something incoherent, but didn't wake up.
"As you wish," said Shredder simply.
And released his grip on Chloe.