With Hoatzin Wings

By, ElvenShadows and Little-Butterfly-Wings

Authors' Note: Guess what! My Beta Reader is now also my Co-Writer for this story! Take a bow Little-Butterfly-Wings! We're also introducing another character in this chapter. And if you've been missing the drama that's in practically all of the chapters never fear! It's back!

Disclaimer: The Turtles now have a restraining order against me, but fear not! I have a new strategy! I will get them through my Co-Writer! Little-Butterfly-Wings, who unfortunately also doesn't own them either… Oh well. We will soon. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Chapter 10:

Two weeks had passed since my first training session with Donny and, because my body crashed from the long training session, he had limited me to three hours of training and one hour at the punching bag… the jerk. Though that crashed was pretty bad, I didn't think that it meant that I needed to be cut down that drastically.

However, I wasn't about to argue with my Sensei, especially with the look he gave me when I tried the first time. So I did the next best thing. Shortly before dusk I would go out into New York, and found my own punching bags. It was my own "patrol", and I was usually back before the others went out for theirs. I had rules for going out. However, I broke most of them.

I wasn't allowed to fight. Broken.

I wasn't allowed in or near an alley. Broken.

If I stayed out past 11 then I was to immediately call the turtles and head over to Casey and Aprils. Obeyed (sometimes.)

I was to go nowhere near 32nd Avenue. Obeyed. I didn't really want to anyways. I didn't want to go near Russel ever again.

I also had to carry a "shell cell" with me everywhere. It looked sort of like a regular cell phone except it was round, and green, and had a red panic button above the 'end call' button. I was supposed to press it any time that I got in trouble. A LOT of trouble. It would set off all of the turtles' phones alerting them where I was.

Tonight had been unusually quiet, and I didn't like it. There was nothing to vent on. There was nothing to fight. I turned from the street, and headed down an alley. I knew I'd be in trouble if the turtles found out I was breaking yet another rule. But they didn't have to know. Hopefully I would finally run into some action tonight.

It didn't take me long either. In fact, trouble decided to run into me. Literally.

A girl about an inch or two shorter than me barreled into me at break neck speed. I grabbed her arms to steady her and tried to figure out what was the matter. She screamed and pulled hard against my hold.

I grip got a little firmer as I said as gently as I possibly could, "Hey, hey, it's ok."

She immediately stopped struggling and breathed heavily, the fog from her breath gathered around her. "Please," she panted, "Please, I'm being chased, I need help, please."

I looked behind her to see two gang members running around the corner crossing from one alley to another straight for us. I looked back down at the girl and was startled by her eyes. They were exactly like my sisters, big beautiful blue-gray eyes. I suddenly started feeling slightly angry. Trying to shove the emotion aside, I tried to reassure her.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of them, go hide," I said pointing to a spot next to a dumpster right behind me, and taking a step out towards the other men. That's when I saw a flash of metal. Man, I hated it when scum brought guns into the picture. It was like cheating.

I tried to calm my nerves. I could usually hand one man with a gun. However, when the second pulled out one too I became extremely doubtful. It wouldn't have been so bad if I had been smarter and put the girl behind me anywhere but behind me. If I dodged a bullet, she'd be dead. The imaged of her eyes looking up at me fearfully flashed through my mind again. That wouldn't happen. I'd die first.

I needed help. I could see that. Two unarmed guys? No problem. One armed guy out of two? Ok. Two armed guys? NO. I pulled out the cell phone and pressed the panic button. If I managed to get out of this, I could say it was an accident. I was trying to call someone and just happened to press the panic button. I'd only get in trouble for going into the alley. If not, well, maybe they would get here, before they managed to hurt the girl too.

I put the phone back in my pocket and took a few steps closer to the others. That is at least until their guns trailed on me and one spoke, "Come any closer and we will shoot."

I froze and looked down at the ground for a second. I could feel my other self trying to take over. She could probably handle this situation, but it would probably cost the girl behind me. I clenched my fists, my body aching, as I tried to force me to focus onto the fight.

Maybe I could frighten them and buy time, "Look guys, I better not see you threatening or hurting anyone around here again, got it? I walk around here a lot and will catch you." I looked up at them, and was pleased to see their fright at my blood red eyes.

Trying to continue my intimidating act I glared at them, "Why don't you guys just go home?" I said, trying to make it sound more like a statement than a question.

I unintentionally took a step forward and didn't realize it until I heard a loud bang. I heard someone scream. The world seemed to slow. A sharp pain ripped through my stomach. I felt something warm and wet being to spread across and stain my shirt red. The world spun, and I fell.

The girl came into my view and I heard bits of what she was saying, "Oh… sorry… Please… shot. Somebody!"

She seemed frantic as she grabbed my hand and tried to reassure me that everything would be alright. I wanted to open my mouth, but I was afraid I would end up screaming. I wanted to tell her that she shouldn't worry so much. I had pressed the panic button. They would be coming soon. Don could take care of me. After all, he hadn't failed me yet.

It was cold and I don't know why I remember that, out of all things. I could see my breath, like puffs of smoke. I shouldn't have been walking alone at that time of night, but I had no money for a cab and the foster care centre wasn't far from where I was. I looked up at the jet black sky and could faintly see the first drops of rain as it began to pour. Great, I thought. I quickly looked for a store to hide in, to let the rain pass, but none were in sight. Instead, I decided to look for a shortcut. I gulped back some nerves and decided to walk down an alley. I had no choice, if I arrived any later that my curfew, Ms. Tressa would kick me out for sure and then I would be stranded again. I wasn't a misbehaving child in any means, but she always sent me to run errands right before my curfew ended and expected me to make it back on time, every time. Why she liked to punish me, I'll never know, she never treated me kindly in anyway, but I didn't have a choice. My parents passed away a year ago and this foster care centre was the closest thing to where I used to live.

I had a strange feeling as I began to walk down the alley. I stopped in my tracks and looked down at the ground, trying to concentrate. Maybe I shouldn't go down this alley, but I could see the foster care centre at the end of the alley; I was so close. As I began to walk into the alley way I realized my mistake and decided to walk out of the alley. I was crazy if I wasn't going to listen to my conscience. It was a little too late; two men had already started walking behind me and began closing in on me.

"Please," I said, "I don't want any trouble…I've done nothing wrong." I said backing up and away from the two men.

"You're going to have to beg a little more than that," one of the men said, snickering and grinning as he looked at this friend beside him who was pulling out a gun. My eyes widened when I saw the gun.

"You can have everything I have, here," I said, taking all the items out of my pocket, a five dollar bill and a picture of my parents. I instantly regretted my decision, they could have my money anything, I didn't care, I just hoped they wouldn't touch my picture. I let go of my picture, it was taken away by the wind. It was the only picture I had of my parents, but I would rather it be taken by the wind than end up in the hands of these cruel men. They didn't seem to notice and I closed my eyes, breathing in a sigh of relief. When all this was over I would look for the picture.

One of the men walked up to me, took the money, put it in his pocket and grabbed a bundle of my hair. I gasped, but knew better than to pull away. He pulled me forward anyway and whispered threats of what he would do if I ran away. When the two men began talking to each other again, assuming I would stay put, I ran as fast as I could, out of the alley and down the street. I saw a store, but was unaware if it was open, I banged on the door, screaming for help, but decided to run again, the men were getting closer. As I was running I ran into someone, screamed and tried to get away from them as soon as possible.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," she said, and I was relieved that it wasn't another gang member coming after me.

"Please," I said, catching my breath, "I'm being chased, I need help, please."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of them, go hide," she said, smiling down at me and began walking towards the two men. I grabbed her hand to stop her, but she just smiled and pointed to an area for me to hide. She grabbed an object from her pocket, a strange type of phone, pushed a button, and then closed it. I was just about to tell her that they had a gun, when she quickly realized it herself. The two men both had their guns pointed at her.

"Come any closer and we will shoot," said one of the men. She stopped in her tracks.

"Look guys, I better not see you threatening or hurting anyone around here again, got it? I walk around here a lot and will catch you," she said. Her body was shaking as if she was fighting an inner battle; she looked like she was in pain. I knew that these guys weren't the type to listen to what she had to say and I somehow knew she didn't think they did either. I didn't realize till later on that she was buying time. "Why don't you guys just go home," she said, taking a step closer. Before I knew it, I was screaming. One of the men had pulled the trigger and shot this girl that had saved my life. The man realized what he did and ran down the alley with the other guy following.

I ran as fast as I could to her, she was still conscious. "Oh no, I'm so sorry. Someone help! Please, she's been shot! Somebody!" I yelled as loud as I could. She was shot in her left lower abdomen and was losing blood quickly. I grabbed her hand and reassured her that everything would be alright and that help would come soon, I hoped.

I had just finished strapping my bow staff to my back when a high pitched ring went off. I could feel my heart jump into my throat. That was the panic tone for the phone. Loud, high pitched, and irritating. All of my brother's phones went off too, and I could see their expressions mirroring my own: fear, and annoyance. We all quickly took out our phones and flipped them open. The ringing stopped, and Yana's name flashed in red across the screen before a map with a red blip on it appeared.

I looked up at Leo. His face was set in a serious and calm expression. However, he couldn't hide the fear in his eyes. "Let's go!"

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