Two
Holly's POV
I'm walking down a sewage tunnel. It stinks, and the water doesn't even look like water anymore. I wonder if water mutates from all the garbage that gets mixed in with it.. Wait, can water mutate?
I shake my head. "No time for daydreams, Holly," I told myself. "This is a serious mission."
And it is a serious mission. A scientist who kidnaps little girls that are probably nine years old or even younger deserves to die. Or be sentenced to life. Hm. Maybe either Paige or I could get a job as a prosecutor and enforce that idea.. Marly was never really the type to be a pros--
Something hits me on the back of my head and pain surges through my skull. I fall on my face. "Ow."
I got up, spat out muddy dirt-water and turned around.
Nobody.
Or maybe ninja. I've had ninjitsu training. Maybe this was that hiding-in-the-shadows thing my sensei told me about. Not to mention I've learned it, mastered it, and even beat my sensei using that move.
No. Daydreaming. Gack.
I unsheathed my two katana, and got into a fighting stance. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," I whisper.
Usually I don't talk that threateningly. In fact, I'm probably the silent, katana-carrying, dagger-flinging wallflower out of us three (me, Marly, and Paige). But I figured now was a time to be just a cool, dangerous, katana-carrying, dagger-flinging Black Ops field agent. (God, I think too much.)
A strange looking ninja stepped out. I gripped my blades. He flung a dagger at me. Now to get into the action part.
I lunge toward the ninja, stabbing him in the chest. Four more appear. I take out my dagger from the straps around my thighs. I fling it like a boomarang at one of them. It makes a complete hole in his chest and comes back to me. I fling it at the rest of them until they're all dead. I put it back, and looked around.
Not only did my sensei teach me how to hide, he also taught me to find the ones who didn't want to be found.
I heard a footstep. These guys probably thought wearing silk slippers or whatever muted their footsteps. Not from me. I could hear them.
I listened carefully. They were coming from behind me.
I whirled around. Sure enough, there were more of those freaky ninjas. Only this time there were twelve. Literally. I took the extra five seconds to count them.
I stabbed one guy through the head. I flung my dagger (as a boomarang) through five guys. Six down. Six more up. Wait.. Is that right?
"Aagghh!" The cry came from me. A ninja had stabbed me through my left arm.
Blood streamed onto my metallic-y, plastic-y looking blue-grey stealth uniform. I winced, whirled around and stabbed my knife through the ninja.
Somehow, more had appeared. They beat me up pretty half-bad. Then it was my turn. I killed half of them.
Apparently, the remaining half called for backup. I sighed.
Then I stupidly tried to defend my tired ass as they beat me up. One kicked my chin. My head tossed back and I cried out. Then he kicked me to the wall, where I slammed into the wall and fell down, seeming unconscious to those guys.
But truthfully speaking, I feel like I'm gonna pass out. I'm lying in a pool of my blood and the dirt-water. I really think I'm gonna get blood poisoning or something.
I can't reach my katanas. My arms are covered with wounds, not to mention blood. Plus, they're too far away.
That's when I realized half of the ninjas were getting their butts kicked. By a turtle. Oh my God, I'm having a concussion.
Then again, I can't be having a concussion. I'm still conscious, I'm not dizzy, or nauseous, or woozy, and I'm debating with myself whether I have a concussion or not.
So a giant turtle wearing a red mask and kicking ninja ass with two sai is real, not to mention killing the bastards who tried to kill me.
I tried to get up. It worked, but it was really painful and I was literally wincing with pain the whole five minutes it took me to get up and crawl over to my katanas and my poor dagger. It was soaked with dirt-water and blood-of-bastards-who-tried-to-kill-me. Wow. I'm a loser.
"Are ya ok?" the giant turtle asked me.
"Huh?" I asked dumbly. I looked up at him. He was literally a giant turtle, with some humanoid features. He wore a red mask, carried two sai, and wore an angry scowl on his face. I've seen that look before, usually that's what Paige looks like when we get a complicated mission.
"Are you ok?" he repeated.
"Yeah," I nodded. I was still dumbfounded that he was actually a giant turtle.
"Uh, are you actually a turtle, or am I having a really realistic hallucination?" I asked faintly.
He smirked. "Turtle."
"Uh-huh." I still sounded dumber than some guy who was truly an idiot. "Uh, what were those?" I asked, motioning to the freaky ninjas.
"Foot ninja," he spat. "Lackeys fo' Shredder."
"Now I really am hallucinating," I said. "Shredder?"
"Now's not tha time," he said. "What's yer name?"
"Holly," I said. "Whats yours?"
"Raphael," he replied.
I raised an eyebrow. This was gonna get interesting.
