I am back! After a horror time with exams i am back, and i aint nice in this chapter^^

Please no flames because i will only use that to cook some soup, i am a bit ill... Shit weather here in Germany at the moment.

But please read on, my dear readers^^

Ah, TMNT is not mine... Wish it would be... But no...


The last few days of school were over fast, the time was spend learning the dances and helping Bax dance without tearing some muscles or ligaments, cooking for Splinter and the babies and helping one more time in the second hand shop for a few dollars payment. The nice owner, a woman named Keira O`Neil had even promised her, that she could work in her shop for the whole summer break! That was a great relief for Winter, for her allowance for the month was, literally, eaten away by four small turtles, one mutated rat and herself. Her parents had called a few times, asking her to come to Germany for the weeks of her summer break, but she declined the offer.

Her last day of school, the last day of the festival was filled with so much to do, that she was constantly moving. Helping with decorations here, filling balloons with air in the other room, mending a ripped skirt in the bathroom, helping a younger child find his parents again and delivering a few baked goods was just what she would remember later.

But all of this ended as her class got on their stage in one of the bigger gym halls. It was eerily quiet as all of the females stepped forward, their skirts brushing against their neighbor ones, sounding like palm leaves in the wind. It was a colorful display of coconut shells, tropical flowers, glittering bracelets and a rainbow of different sizes and colors of bras. Winter, with her red bra stood among the other red, orange or yellow colored bras females on the left side of the stage, their movements slow but powerful, their hips flowing like water, rustling the skirts fabrics in synchrony. Their hands and arms moved over their heads slowly, waving and weaving around, the light glinted of the accessory, catching the attention of the onlookers, mostly men let me tell you, causing them to stop and just stare at the moving bodies of the females. The whole dance lasted for about 10 minutes, minutes filled with harsher getting breaths, sweat rolling down the arms and then it all ended in a thundering applause while the women sank down on their knees, arms and pointing to the sky, heads bowed and eyes closed.

The lights faded away and in that time the females switched with the male students, the music changed and the lights turned on again, shining brightly on the oily bodies, only clothed in a deep green colored loincloth. The chaka, the war dance of some old cultures, consisted of stomps, slaps to the legs and generally aggressive movements, it was like getting your blood boiling from just dancing and shouting. Winter waited in the shadow of the stage, her eyes never leaving the, sometimes stumbling, form of her dark skinned friend Baxter, who was in the last row of males, struggling to remember all the moves Winter had beaten into him. The males dance lasted for just 5 minutes and it ended with a deafening roar aimed at the onlookers. This group also got thundering applause, maybe not as loud as the females, but loud nonetheless.

Baxter stumbled from the stage, grabbing onto his friend to stabilize himself, he was wheezing and his body was still oily and he felt just downright stupid and gross. He wanted a shower, badly, and something to eat and a big coke to boot. He could feel Winter grabbing one of his arms and then her fingers trailing down his skin till she reached his own hand, opening it to press something in his grip.

It was his glasses, he had danced without them and Winter had ahold of them while he had made a fool out of himself, now giving it back to him.

"You were great, Bax! You did make a few mistakes, but there were some boys who didn`t even learn the whole choreography. I am very proud of you!" She smiled at him, this brilliant smile which he would in all eternity compare to the brilliance of moonlight. (He would compare it to the sun, but because of Winters albinism this would just be unfair, don`t you think?)

"You don`t have to lie to me.. I was awful. This whole dancing business isn`t something for me, it is better suited for you. I was mesmerized by your dancing, all the others couldn`t even compare! I would really like it, if I could buy a copy." The female in front of him laughed and a red hue dusted over her cheeks. She shuffled her feet, blinking slightly before her head shot up again and she gasped.

"Oh no! There are limited copies! I want one, too! Listen, you get yourself in normal clothes again and I will run to buy us two the copies! I will meet with you at the food stalls from the eighth grade!" he hadn`t time to say something to her before she whipped around, her skirt flowing around her, and started running or more like skipping through the crowd to their own merchandise stall. She was still in her costume and Bax couldn`t keep his eyes from her bare skin, wandering down to her buttocks, lingering there for a few seconds before his breath hitched.

A certain warmth started to pool in his lower stomach and he abruptly turned away, speedwalking out of the room, his hands shielding a certain area of his body as he made haste to the bathroom next door before someone could make jokes about his momentary condition. Winter would wait for him, she was such a sweetheart, always looking out for him since they first met. And sometimes he felt bad about some of his thoughts, like now. He sat himself down in one of the closets and locked the door. His head lolled back and he pushed his bag, which he had snapped on his way out of the classroom, between his legs. One hand wandered slowly to his loincloth and his eyes were tight shut. He felt save here, outside was just too loud from the festival, so the chances that someone would see him like this were next to none.


Winter danced through the classroom, two copies of their festival recordings pressed against her chest to secure it. A bright smile was adorning her face while dancing around people to not run them all over. It had her taken longer as expected, but there was such a long que that she had to stand behind before she was able to buy the desired recordings.

Now she was waiting, jumping from one foot to the other, as the delicious smells from the various food stalls entered her nose and made her mouth water. She could smell bacon and fish through all of this and everything was just so colorful that it nearly hurt her eyes. But she had promised to wait here for Bax and he still wasn`t here. So she would have to wait longer until she could get something to eat, her stomach grumbled even louder at her thoughts.

"Bax, where are you?" she sighed loudly. "I am hungry!"

"Calm down, calm down. Stop whining so loudly, I think that the next classrooms wouldn`t have heard you." The dark skinned boy, now in his normal clothing, was slowly coming towards her, a grin adorning his features.

"But, Bax! I am hungry… Oh, and here is your recording of the whole festival, it will definitely be a great reminder for the rest of our lives, don`t you think?" Winter shuffled her feet, a red hue over her cheeks for just a moment before she pressed one of the copies in her friend's hands, after that stuffing her own in her small backpack. Baxter wasn`t sure why she had blushed, probably out of embarrassment from her loudly growling stomach. It was a reason for her blushing every time the silver haired girl would get hungry. Her stomach could growl as loud as a starting plane!

"Why didn`t you change your clothes?"

"I thought I hadn't got the time, so I ran straight here and waited for you, but you took longer than I anticipated… but that is not so bad, but now I am just so hungry…" Her friend nodded, a guilty expression on his face. He grabbed her, now free, hand and tugged her along with him, along the different food stalls.

"I am sorry for your wait, for that I will buy you lunch. What do you want to eat?" Winter pressed one of her fingers to her lips, deep in thought as they walked by. Italian, hot dogs, crepes, waffles, smoked salmon, meatballs and so much more food was just waiting for her, the delicious smells invading her nose and torturing her slowly. Her stomach growled loudly demanding to be fed, soon.

"I think I would like to have some Pizza, with salami and onions and maybe some fresh cheese on top of it, and double cheese regular. Do you think that is all right? Or am I too expensive right now? I really don`t want to burden you." She murmured, head held low and her voice thin. Baxter looked back at her while nor standing still, she was biting on her lower lip now, her eyes big and round and pleading. He sighed, patting his stomach.

"It is alright, I am quite hungry as well. But I don`t think we can get your pizza here. We could go to the pizza place right next block. It should also be quieter there and we could just talk."

"Talking in general or do you have anything specific?" Winter shouldered her backpack, following calmly after her friend. Her head was tilted to the side, her locks falling straight over her chest where the light was now shining over, the glinting mesmerizing the dark skinned boy.

"Ah… I thought that we could talk about…" His throat was constricting, like a snake was wrapped around it, limiting his breathing. Sweat was covering his forehead now as his brain tried to catch up with his heart. But he just couldn`t talk about that now. Not now, maybe not ever.

"Next year… is our last year of school. And we have to choose a few new subjects. I wanted to know what you would like to choose and if, maybe, we had a few classes in common. I would like to spend more time with you… in school I mean, we are an invincible team in team assignments and I really don`t want to lose my friend." His last few words were rushed and he knew he was rambling, trying to cover up his slip while speaking. But the naïve albino behind him just chuckled, most likely not understanding what his heart wanted to tell her.

Winter nodded repeatedly, a smile on her lips. She stopped at the bathroom door for females. Her hand lingered for a second on the wooden frame before slowly pushing it open. Her eyes, clouded with thoughts, soon focused on Baxter again.

"That would be nice. I really love our times together so I would love to have a few subjects with you. And there are quite a few subjects to choose from. I have a list in my bag, so we can talk about it while eating! That is a really good idea, Bax. Nobody will beat our tag team, believe me!" She laughed loudly, her whole body shaking from it.

"Where are you going? I thought you didn`t like the toilets at school?"

"Duh! I have to change my outfit! Or do you want me to walk around in this bra and skirt for the whole time we are out? I would like to wear my clothes, so the sun will not burn my skin. This would be most uncomfortable!" she opened the door, still laughing and vanished from Baxter's sight. He could feel his face becoming hotter again. He was such an idiot sometimes…


Slowly Winter closed her door behind her with her feet, her arms full with a big carton of Pizza. Her favorite, just like she described to Bax and it was still steaming. She hummed loudly as she let the last few hours review in her mind. Bax and her had talked for two hours, laughing an making plans for the next year of school. They had agreed on two shared subjects before Baxters mother called in, demanding that her son would come home NOW or else she would confiscate his books for a week. After Bax left the Pizzeria she had ordered another one for Splinter and the babies and maybe just one more slice for her. Spirits, she really loved this pizza.

She chuckled lowly to herself, balancing the carton to the kitchen to place it upon the table. A little bit of steam escaped the warm carton, engulfing her in the delicious smell and causing her mouth to water, again.

"I really have to lay back on the pizza. Soon I won`t be able to move anymore because I will get so fat and round. More sport is in order if I want to keep my eating habits like this. Maybe it would be better to just eat more salad… But it is so tasty… Maybe if I get just one more slice before Splinter and the turtles will be-" she choked on the last word, her breath leaving her lungs in a rush. Her eyes had landed on her window in the kitchen, the one that lead to the alley. She knew that she had closed it when she left this morning, but now, it was agape. The wooden frame was dented and scratched at one point, more on the outside than insides. A shiver went down her back, the little hairs at the back of her neck were standing and her eyes were even wider than the full moon.

Her backpack landed with a thump on her floor as she rushed over, looking over her window for more damage. She opened it fully to look out, after seeing no more damage, her eyes locked instantly on a dark blue fabric, laying on a dumpster nearby. She swallowed hardly.

Slowly she turned around and started walking into the hallway. The door to her bedroom was stilled closed and she could see nothing amiss in her living room. A source of light came from the last room available. The wooden door was opened. She swallowed harshly and let her feet drag her to her bathroom, shivering from fear and anticipation. She walked into a battlefield, her chest for her dirty clothes was pushed over, all of her clothes strewn around her bathroom, partly ripped apart. A sob escaped her throat as she got to her knees, grabbing the remains of a dark blouse.

"Fuck it… Why now? What do they want? Shit!" she cursed, pressing the torn fabric against her eyes, trying desperately not to cry, as if the pressure could stem the liquid that already pooled in her eyes.

The creaking sound of the window caught her attention again and she froze, heart pounding harshly in her chest. For a few seconds everything was silent, except for her labored breathing and the rustling of the fabric in her hands. Maybe it was just the wind rattling the window frame or it could be a stray cat climbing around on the fire escape. Winter shot to her feet, she could hear someone moving around her apartment! Her hopes of something trivial were shattered.

Were the thieves coming back? Would they hurt her? Screaming wouldn`t be successful, her neighbors were away on holidays and the persons upstairs didn`t care about the world in general. Splinter was supposed to get here in a few hours, he wouldn`t get here till the sun would went down!

She had to do something!

Furiously she looked around for something to defend herself with, her eyes roaming over shampoo, conditioner and towels and lastly landing on her broom in the corner. She grabbed it, rising it up and holding it like a baseball bat as she positioned herself behind the door, shivering and waiting as the steps drew closer.

The steps were slowly coming nearer, as if the intruder was thinking about every step, or maybe he/she was injured because the faint noise of something dragging reached her ears as well. Her breathing was racked, her blood pumping through her veins, black dots dancing through her line of sight.

The steps stopped in front of the bathroom door, Winter tensed, her heart nearly topping as the intruder opened the door so slowly that she thought she would snap like a twig from the fear. Her door creaked loudly, covering up her hitching breath. A figure, illuminated from the hall lights, casted a shadow into the bathroom, it was huge! Shadowy hands reached forward, she could hear the nails on the wood and the mysterious figure shuffled forwards, blocking the only way out of the room.

Winter stood frozen behind the door, broom-bat raised high. The man, no woman could have that build without inhaling testosterone, stepped fully into the room, his back to her. His head was tilted forward, exposing his neck.

She seized this opportunity and with a war cry struck down with her broom-bat, aiming for the neck of the intruder. The man whirled around, meeting her wooden broom with his large hands, clamping down on the wood and in just a heartbeat he had wrestled the impromptu weapon out of her hands, had grabbed her arm and spun her around. His hands felt funny on her bare skin as the man pushed her hard. All of this was happening in just one movement! Her vision was filled with the wooden frame of the door and the last things she noticed was a firmer getting grip on her arm, black dots in front of her eyes and a crunching noise as her head met the frame.

Then everything went black around her.


All day long Splinter had a very bad feeling, his insides felt like they would transform into a knot with every movement he did. And he had to move a lot.

Michelangelo found it funny to hunt Raphael's tail while Raphael was busy chasing his little Motorcycle toy which Winter had bought for him in the second hand shop. Meanwhile Donatello and Leonardo were busy rolling a ball between the two of them. Splinter had tried to keep his small ones busy for the whole day and he had barely managed to do that. In some weird magical sense they seemed to evolve over the time they all had spent with the female, all four babies would miraculously know when they would all travel through the underground and to Winters apartment, and every time they knew, they would be so bend on getting there early that even Leonardo would throw a temper tantrum if he suspected that they would be late!

But today, today was even more stressing for the giant rat. His babies had fussed over everything, breakfast, bath time, when Splinter trained with the old book from his Master Yoshi, lunch, play time and even know, while Splinter donned his deep green robe over his furred body he could hear one of his sons start to whine loudly, from the pitch of the voice it was Donatello, who rarely fussed over anything.

Splinter finished with his clothing and turned around to get to his sons and get their way of transportation through the tunnels. Winter and he had found a smaller cart a few weeks ago, and they had spend some time while working on it, making the cart more comfortable for the small ones. Winter had even bought some small pillows for the cart and they kept a big, fluffy blanket in it for protection. The cart was placed besides the entrance/exit of their lair and as soon as Splinter could take a step in its direction his sons flocked around the cart, whining loudly and sniffling at him. Splinters eyes wondered to the old clock on the wall, another item his female companion had bought for him. It was still two hours too early to walk to her, to meet Winter, the sun would still be out, they could be seen far too easily.

"Not yet, my sons. We still have to wait for the time is not right now. We would get seen and then we wouldn't be able to visit Winter anymore. And we wouldn`t want that, would we now?" but even as he said that his insides felt like snakes, coiling around themselves. Something was just not right and he wasn`t the only one to feel it. His sons were clinging to the cart, sniffling loudly and in Michelangelo's case crying his big blue eyes out. Splinter got to his knees, slowly stroking over his sons heads, sniffing the air while he did that. His sons smelled of fear and anxiety and it made his skin crawl and his fur standing like from a thunderstorm.

A small green hand clumsily grabbed his paw, tugging it harshly to get attention. Raphael had his paw, while holding onto the cart with his other hand, he was making whimpering sound and tugging all the while. Splinter thought for a few seconds, one paw pressed on his own middle where his insides imitated a bunch of snakes or worms. His gut feeling was nearly always right and now wouldn`t be the time he would just ignore it. Every time he would think about Winter, the pain in his stomach would increase for a few moments, so maybe his gut feeling tried to tell him something about his female companion!

Making up his mind he grabbed his, still tugging, son around his middle, depositing him in the cart, his three other brothers following soon after. His four sons hunkered down under the blue blanket, crouching low so nobody would be able to see inside. Splinter checked the disguise shortly before walking around and opening the door to his lair, grabbing the handle of the cart and pulled it along, faster and faster, till he was nearly running along the tunnels, his grip steady and his heart pumping harshly. It took a fifth of his normal time to get to the right manhole.

He shushed his younglings, who were still hunkered down, all of them silently watching him, their eyes begging and wide as if to urge him on to do something.

"You must stay here! I will come back as soon as I can. I will look around first! So stay down and keep quiet! Alright? Do you understand?" he waited for a breath, observing his babies reactions. Donatello and Leonardo clamped their pudgy hands over the youngest mouth while Raphael crossed his arms over his chest. Splinter nodded and scaled up the old ladder, heaving the manhole aside, sniffing the outside air, as he couldn`t smell something different he slipped through, racing for the window he would need to get through, his paws reached for the clos-

He froze. The window was open, even hanging out of its hinges, this was so not normal! He could see scratches on the outside frame, like somebody had tried to annul the window away. His nose twitched and he crouched low, his ears pinned flat against his head. Something strong filled his nose, like booze and iron and salt mixed with a cold, scaly scent that send his hairs and his nerves straight on edge. A low growl started in his throat and he crawled into the apartment. He landed silently on his paws, his tail swishing softly over the ground. Instincts took over as he walked forwards on all fours, his muzzle never still, his pawpads feeling in front of him for dangerous ground. It took him minutes to just leave the kitchen, all his senses stretched as far as he could get them.

It was eerily quiet in the apartment, the only thing he could hear was the clock from the kitchen and very faint the sounds from out of the apartment itself. His nose lead him fast to the hallway, his head swiveling around to check the doors, bedroom door was still closed, living room smelled unused and clean. The tainted smell was stronger now as his head turned towards the bathroom, where the door was a bit ajar. His growling got louder and even a small hiss escaped between his teeth. He fast crawled to the door, his claws scraping over the floor, leaving faint traces. That was till a new scent caught in his nose. The iron and salt tinged scent got even stronger – blood, and it came from inside the bathroom.

Splinter rushed forward now, slamming the door open in his hurry. The bathroom was a battlefield. Towels ripped apart, like a few pieces of clothing, bath products were strewn around like ragdolls. And a path out of red dribbles, the origin from the blood scent, was on the doorframe. He could smell Winter from this blood and his growling got even louder!

Someone had hurt Winter! Someone had spilled her blood!

But where was she now?

Splinter turned around again, his eyes roaming over everything, every piece of fabric, over the wooden door and over the piece of paper and another piece of fabric that were both pinned with a dagger into the door.

Splinter nearly jumped to it, ripping the paper free, while his other hand collected the fabric. It was one of Winters T-shirts and it smelled like she wore it today! His attention switched to the piece of paper in his paw.

We have your human pet.

Central Park, Lake, south side.

Tonight.

Bring your spawn.


Please dont kill me now! But my plot comes rolling in like a weight train here^^ (Can i say that like this... I don`t care...)

Till next time XD