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Chapter 4

I narrowed my eyes at Casey, adjusting my grip on my blade. "Do you drag every crime-fighter away from their missions, or did I get lucky?" I growled lowly, making my voice more gender neutral and less Victoria-like. I could practically see Jones smirk behind that white hockey mask, shuffling his golf club along the roof. "Normally I wouldn' get involved in anyway… but you are an exception." He stated. "Got some friends who are curious 'bout you."

I frowned, taking a step further back. "Friends?" I asked, glancing around quickly before leveling my gaze to him. "Are they in the audience right now? And… why me? I'm no one special." I stated. He lifted up his golf club to examine it. "Nah, they trusted me 'nough to do this. As for why you?" He pointed the club at me. "They wanna make sure you ain't gonna cause trouble for them… or me." I raised my brow, curious now. Lowering my blade to a more relaxing, loose position, I said, "I'm only going to cause trouble to those who deserve it. So, you and your buddies can quit worrying about me, and let me to my work."

Casey tsked, shaking his head. "Nah, 'm gonna need more then that, Buddy. The Guys want specifics." "Then why don't they ask me themselves, pal?" I shot back, starting to get annoyed. Casey was annoying all on his own, but when he is delaying my current mission? That's when I am going to get ticked. I watched him chuckle, meaning against his golf club. "Let's just say, these guys rather not show their faces until ya can be trusted… which isn't until they get the say-so from me." I smirked. "Oh, so I have to impress you to get to them?" I asked, becoming to walk closer.

Jones frowned, shifting his grip on his choice-weapon as I moved closer. "Not exactly. More like threaten, which I hope is not your plan." he stated. I only smiled, "Me, threatening? No, I don't threaten… I have fun." I shoved him off the roof, with little resistance from the unexpecting Casey Jones.

Now, let me explain. Working for April and Casey made me aware of two things; One, April should own her own software or intelligence agency, just saying. And two? Casey lacks the ability to see the obvious. So, when he went tumbling over the side, the shuriken pinning his pants leg to the roof held him over the alley below. I smirked at his curse/whine as his golf club fell from his hand. "C'mon man, that wasn' called for!" he shouted at me, managing to pull himself up, glaring at me. I only smirked, and held up the shuriken that had been thrown at me a moment before, holding it casually between my fingers. Casey stated at it with a dumbfounded expression.

"Seems like we have an audience." I chuckled, then said louder, "Alright. I am going to leave the roof, anyone follows me, there WILL be a fight. Nothing personal, but you've wasted enough of my time." I tossed the shuriken at Jones, who caught it with a curious look. I clasped my hands behind me, did a little mock bow, then walked calmly away. I listened for sounds of pursuit, then smirked when I heard nothing. 'Seems like they actually paid attention.' I began running, running like hell once I was a rooftop away, and my pursuer who had started following, stopped after a few seconds. They knew they wouldn't catch me. I wouldn't let them, not tonight.

I still had a mission to do.

"What the hell, Leo?! I told you, I had this under control!" Casey growled at the blue handed turtle, who was watching the vigilante run further away. He sighed, then looked back up at the pissed off Jones. "First off, you obviously didn't, they almost had you thrown off a roof, and they were at least a head shorter than you!" He scoffed. The black haired man glared daggers as Mikey laughed and Raph chuckled. "And second," Continued Leonardo, "We don't know what they were capable of, they could've knocked you out if it wasn't for your hard head."

Casey grumbled, dusting off his golf club, grumbling at the new dent in the handle. "My heads fine, it's my legs that hurt like hell… damn that dunce had one hell of a kick!" He insisted. Rapt rolled his eyes. "Aw, does little Jonies want a kiss for his boo-boos?" Raph mocked, smirking as his human friend fumed. "Try it, watch what happens." He growled, shifting his golf club. Mikey watched the exchange eagerly, before growing and pointing the way the ninja had ran. "Soooo… we aren't gonna follow him?" Donny shook his head, "Not tonight, they're obviously expecting it. We need to get the surprise advantage." "So basically that means Casey can't help anymore, right?" Raphael smirked, dodging the swing of the sports equipment aimed at him.

Leo rolled his eyes. "Dons right, surprise would be a good upper hand to catching up with this guy. We'll give him a couple of nights, let him think we're off his trail…" "Then we kick some vigilante butt?" Asked Raphael, eager look in his eyes. Leo have him a look. "THEN, we try to convince this ninja to talk." Mikey shook his head, "Won't be easy, bro. That ninja is slightly nuts. Not as bad as Casey…" "I'm right here!""But he won't be too friendly." Leo nodded, "Trust me Mikey.. I had a pretty good vision of how that meeting is gonna go down." He sighed, glancing over the rooftops. "We'll be lucky of one of us doesn't get thrown from a roof…"

"Ya crazy prick, put me down!" Screamed the goon I had hanging over the side of a building. I smirked, pretending to loosen my grip from his hood. "Alrighty then." I stopped when he begged me to, smirking. "L-listen man, don' know WHAT ya problem is, but you'll pay for this! I've got friends pal!" "I nodded. "That's nice, now please answer my question, before I make you go splat." I said. The punk was silent, then renewed his struggles, trying to swipe at me. I sighed, then loosened my grip again, this time for real.

He yelped. "Ok ok, I'll talk, ya crazy bitch!" Chuckling, I smirked. "Crazy bitch, that's the best you got?" I interrupted him before he could say anymore insults, pulling him up into the roof, placing my foot on his chest to keep him down, spinning my kunai in my hand. "Now, spill." He glared at me for a long moment. "Ya gonna pay for this, just ya wait." He growled. Waiting patiently, I started checking my reflection in my kunai, making sure the bruise above my eye wasn't too bad.

"We need every Wednesdays at the dock, and we meet here every Sunday." He grumbled. "Which docks?" I asked. He sneered, "Find 'em yourself." He yelped when the sharp blade embedded in the ground next to his ear, a papercut size cut appearing on his ear. "Ok ok! Docks by Greenwich, white paintjob, ya can't miss it!" I beamed, picking up my blade. "Thank you very mu-" I gasped as he suddenly grabbed me, slamming me down into the roof before wrapping his hands around my throat, squeezing tightly.

I clawed at him as he smirked down at me, my breath starting to become less and less. "Not so tough now, are ya?" He sneered. I started panicking, then I felt my kunai handle under my fingertips. Without hesitation, I grabbed it, and slashed it across the Purple Dragons face. A scream of pain sounded, then my throat was freed. I gasped, breath rasping as my throat filled with air. I looked over at the thug, who was cursing me as he held his hand over his eyes, blood dripping from his hand. "Ya son of a bitch, I can't see!" He snarled, blindly trying to find my location. I glared, before grabbing his hood, and dragged him the the edge of the roof. "Good," I rasped. "' Cause you don't wanna see this." Then I shoved him off the roof.

He yelped on his way down, before landing in an open garbage can. Though he stilled, I could tell he was still alive. He may not be able to see again… but at least he would live. I shakily grabbed his fallen phone, dialing the police. I ignored the worried officers question, told her the thugs location, advise them send an ambulance, then I dropped the phone down to the alley. After hearing the sound of a breaking phone, I started my way home, rubbing my bruising throat. Bruises that were no doubt hand shaped, and would no doubt be spotted by April by tomorrow morning.

I glanced back at the alleyway, feeling a small chill. I just ruined a man's life. Yes, he was a crook… but I just robbed him from his sight, and… and I didn't feel any remorse. Just satisfaction, which scared me more. I started running home as rain started to drop down from the dark sky, slipping into my apartment clumsily . I ripped off my mask, heading to the mirror, trying to force my rising panic down. I stated at the mirror's reflection, searching those concerned violet irises for any sign of my fear come alive again. Nothing. Just tired, panicked violet eyes of a bruised up girl stared back at me. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, calming my breath. Moving over to my couch, I pulled my hair out from its tight restricting bun, and shouldered off my pack as I slumped onto the couch.

I stared up at the ceiling, processing this entire night. Seems like one thing after another happened, like a snowball growing as it rolls down a hill. Most of what had happen obviously would be an issue, and unfortunately, I'm supposed to figure them all out by myself, while juggling work, my vigilante business, and myself. Wonderful. Not bothering to take off my vigilante suit, I flicked the lights off, hoping for sleep, and some peace to come before long…..

But who ever said I was lucky enough to have either one?

(End of chapter 4! Not longer this time, so I hope you enjoyed! I want to thank everyone who'd read this rewrite so far, it means so much for me! Please feel free to give your advice/opinions/feedback by reviewing it commenting, it helps me tremendously! Until the next update, hope you all are doing great!

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