"Well i'm your bad seed rising
Ain't no use denying, this girl ain't a good girl no more
Bad seed rising, ain't no use criying
I still wear a halo my lord.."

-Bad Seed Rising


"You didn't fucking tell me they were turtles!"

Sarah was absolutely furious. She had been sent on a mission to steal a necklace, not play exterminator to four reptile looking creatures. "You told me to catch them off guard and distract them?" She added into the phone, her blood pumping with rage. "Bitch, I was the one who was caught off guard and distracted!"

"Well, if I had told you ahead of time, would you have believed me?"

The redhead simply sat there for a moment, realizing that Karai was right. Had she told Sarah beforehand that they were walking, talking, crime fighting turtles, she would have never believed her. She would have just assumed she was insane.

"No matter, you failed. Our business ends here."

Click.

Sarah threw the motel phone across the room, feeling only a slight glimpse of satisfaction when the screws and plastic went flying in different directions. There she stood, eyes closed, hands gripping fist fulls of her red hair as she tried to calm the swirling heat in her stomach and chest that threatened to send her on a rampage of destruction. She had never failed before. At first Sarah's rage was focused on Karai, for not warning her, for letting her walk right in to her ultimate failure, but then it started to shift focus, and she knew who she should truly be mad at.

Those turtles.

She suddenly became dangerously calm, redirecting her energy to think of a plan. She knew absolutely nothing about them, and she refused to contact Karai for more information. All she knew is they had somehow noticed the guards were unconscious, but there was absolutely no way they could have just been walking around outside, they would have been spotted by someone.

She started getting ready to take a shower, to try and clear her head and try to think this through. Subconsciously she knew going after these guys was nothing but a terrible idea, but she was very impulsive in nature, and tended to disregard danger when she was focused on an end goal. She wasn't even sure what she would do when she found them. She wouldn't kill them, and she wouldn't be able to fight them.

Throughout the shower, she decided she would just figure it out when the time came. Lazily throwing on a simple white v-neck and some jeans, she glanced in the mirror, gazing over her round, baby-like face. She absolutely hated the way she looked. She was nineteen and looked like she was fourteen because of her round eyes, round face, and faint freckles splashed all along her nose and cheeks. When first meeting her, people didn't really take her seriously. That's one reason she enjoyed being Viper, she would hide her appearance, and people would take her seriously for what she was.

Her mind pulled back the memory from the night before of the turtle that had removed her mask, the look of shock and confusion on her face. There was no doubt in her mind that he assumed she was a child, especially considering she was only 5'3. Cursing under her breath, she pulled up her boots, trying to come up with a plan on how she would find them to begin with.

As she left the motel, she lit up a menthol cigarette, a habit she saved only for when she was truly stressed. Walking down the busy sidewalk, she glanced into mirrors of the shops she passed. She wasn't sure exactly what she was looking for, but she was laser focused, that was until her stomach started turning and she found herself reminded that smoking on an empty stomach always leads to an upset stomach.

She tried to mentally trace back to the last time she ate, and realized it had been the morning before. She had been so distracted by everything going on and with what happened last night, she had forgotten to eat. Groaning, she entered the nearest diner she could find, rubbing her eyes as she plopped down at the bar.

"Coffee?"

Sarah glanced up at the man speaking to her from behind the counter. He was on the bigger side, wearing white chef's clothing with a white hat. She quickly nodded, eyes drifting to the menu on the wall behind him. "Please," she said, "heavy on the cream, light on the sugar."

"You got it."

Rubbing the back of her neck, she glanced over the different menu items, deciding on some chilli cheese fries. She was about to announce her order, when the waiter began speaking with another customer.

"I'm telling you, George. I saw him, just a few months ago. Some of them crazy looking monsters was in here, and to make it worse he came in here trying to rob me!"

"Rob you?" The customer began, an older man in a thick, green jacket, scratching at his badly trimmed beard. "That don't sound right. Ain't he come vigilante? Why would he rob you?"

"I don't know," the waiter said with a shrug as he was stirring Sarah's coffee, setting it in front of her while his attention remained focused on his conversation. "He just picked up my register and tried to take off with it! I'm telling you man, it's not good that he's back. That guy is bad news. And he had that bulky suit set up so he had three fingers. It was like something out of a sci-fi horror movie or game. He kind of reminded me of Isaac from Dead Space."

Three fingers. Sarah's interest in the conversation suddenly perked, because she happened to know of four creatures with three fingers. "Sir," she said in the sweetest voice she could muster. "Who are you referring to? I'm new to town, staying for a couple of weeks." She took a sip of her coffee, trying to sound curious, but not too interested.

"The Nightwatcher. Some vigilante wannabe, always causing trouble," he answered. "He was gone for a few months, but there's rumors he's back. The police refuse to make any reports on it and won't let the news stations mention it. They don't want the public knowing about it."

"Hmm," Sarah murmured to herself, green eyes staring down into her coffee. "Vigilante, eh?" She looked up, deciding to change the subject.

"Can I get some chili cheese fries?"

After her meal, she left the diner, noticing it was starting to get dark outside. Shaking her head, she slipped her hands into her pockets, making her way back to the motel, which was about a half an hour of a walk away. This Nightwatcher character sounded like a close fit, but why was there only one? She saw four turtles last night, not one. She was raking her thoughts, trying to figure it out when something caught her attention.

Glancing to the right, she caught sight of a woman backed into a corner of an alley way by three men, clutching her purse, crying out for help. Yet no one on the sidewalk even turned to look down the alleyway. Sarah felt disgusted at everyone's lack of concern, and the fact they didn't mind letting someone get attacked, regardless if that was the normal thing to go on in this city.

"Stop your screaming before I make it to where you can't ever scream again," one of them snapped, his fist clenching up at his side as he took a step towards the cowering blonde woman. Having enough, Sarah pulled her hands from her pockets, popping her knuckles to loosen them up as she started down the alley way.

"You fellas should probably be picking on someone who can defend themself," she taunted, her tone dripping with malice. Yes, she was a thief, but a thief with morals. She would steal from someone, but never hurt or pick on an innocent person. All three of them turned to look at her, shock on their face, followed by cackles of amusement.

"You might want to run home little girl, this is grown up business."

Narrowing her eyes, Sarah felt herself grow dangerously calm. "Alright, then let's do this like adults since you don't feel like talking."

She didn't give any of them time to say anything else before stepping forward, grabbing the closest man to her by the wrist, using all of her strength to yank him to the side, sending him tumbling into the brick wall to the right. That caught their attention, and she took that chance to glance at the other woman, nodding for her to run. The lady did so without hesitation, glancing back once at the redhead, before exiting the alleyway without another word.

The man who she had flung was already getting back up, and the other two were advancing on her. Shifting her stance so she was more stabilized, she simply waited, smirking to herself as they all tried to grab her at the same time. Unlike last night, she was prepared, and at last second dove down between their legs, rolling forward in a quick motion. Looking behind her, she watched as they stumbled into each other, seemingly confused on where she went and how she did what she did.

Not giving them time to regroup, she rose to her feet, spinning her body and giving one of them a roundhouse kick, her heel colliding with the side of his head, instantly knocking him unconscious. The other two dove for her once again, and she jumped back, calculating her next move. Brows furrowed, she swung her fist forward, right into the first man's nose, sending him stumbling backwards, grabbing his now bloodied face.

The second guy seemed to have lost his patience, reaching for her at lightening speed, grabbing her arm and trying to yank her forward. Instead of fighting it, she let him pull at her, and she used his own force against him to fling herself upward, hoisting herself up onto his shoulders, her legs instantly wrapping around his neck. She squeezed him with her thighs, trying to cut off his air supply to knock him out.

He was fighting against her, and she held on by gripping fist fulls of his hair, and it reminded her almost of riding a wild horse when she was younger. She didn't even notice the one she had punched had gotten back up, not until she felt an intense burning in her right side as he slashed a knife deep into her skin. Letting out a cry, she shoved herself off the man, stumbling backwards, hand flying to her bleeding side.

The pain was so intense that it hurt to breathe, causing her to gasp out for a minute, a lump forming in her throat. She fell to her knees, mouth ajar as she tried to get a breath in. The two man started to chuckle, advancing on her as she doubled over, glancing down at her shaky hands that were now covered in blood. Her vision started to blur, and she felt herself tumble onto her injured side, a cough escaping her throat before she felt herself fade into unconsciousness.

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