Ok, first of all, I am so sorry that it took me this long to update! I was busy over the weekend, and then I had two tests to take yesterday. It took me some of Sunday and a little bit of today to write this. I'm not a very fast writer. The reason why I posted the first few chapters so quickly was because I already had them written down in my iPod's notes. Each one of those chapters took quite a while to write.
Just Call Me J: To be honest, I do not really know what season it would take place for the turtles. I don't wanna be stuck in the middle of a season, and have to write out some parts like they are in the show. I want the guys to be fifteen, but the shows ends with them a few years older. All of my main characters around the ages of fourteen and fifteen; with the exception of Reese and Bo. Thanks for reviewing. I'm glad you enjoyed the interactions between Heather and Claire. They're supposed to be pretty humorous.
Oh yeah, and the name Irrizole is just a name I randomly came up with. It's pronounced eer-ah-zo-lie. Weird name, eh? It sort of sounds Italian to me. I have a ton of Italian friends.
Anyways, enjoy! You don't have to review or even like it, but I would be happy to know that someone is taking the time to read my fanfiction.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention; HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
TMNT: More Than This.
Chapter 7
Amy looked up at the sound of bells chiming from the front of her father's local music store. It was a late Friday night, but the customers seemed to favor Fridays more than any other day.
A tall man's frame was outlined by the feeble light outside of the store. Amy almost gawked over how short she was compared to him.
"May I help you, sir?" her voice softly sliced through the chilling silence.
The man slowly made his way towards the check-out counter. His boots collided with the ground every time he took a step, which resulted in loud echoes. He stopped just a few mere inches from where Amy stood.
There was no movement between the two. Amy could feel herself shaking in her own skin, but the man was perfectly still. When she finally gained the courage to look up, she met his cold gaze. His eyes weren't like any other's she'd ever seen. They were pitch black, and just too emotionless.
Quick as lightening, the shadowed stranger slammed four sheets of paper down on the counter. Amy let out a shocked squeal, falling back into a CD cabinet behind her. She ignored the CD cases that tumbled onto the linoleum floor. Instead, she kept her large brown eyes locked on the man standing in front of her.
"Have you seen any of these teenagers?" he growled lowly, tapping a large finger on one of the papers.
Amy slowly tiptoed back towards the counter, leaning slightly so she could get a better look at what the man was trying to show her.
The four sheets of paper were, in fact, actual pictures. They looked faded and worn out, but Amy could still make out the faces peering at her.
The first picture took place on a deserted beach. A young boy with midnight black curls and sparkling blue eyes was giving what looked like a younger girl version of him a piggy-back ride. Another girl, who looked to be around the same age as the boy, was relaxing in a hammock, braiding a young child's long blonde hair. The two looked nothing alike, but there was definitely a sisterly vibe going on over there.
Amy dragged her gaze on to the next picture. To her surprise, she found the familiar face of famous teen surfer, John Irrizole, grinning back at her. The picture was taken on the day Irrizole had won first place in the annual Mayhall Surf-off contest. John, who was only thirteen at the time, had won with an outstanding 9.8 average. He later made the cover of the Teens Sports magazine.
Girls only bought the magazines to gush over Irrizole's sparkling hazel eyes, white-blonde surfer hair, and tan muscles. Amy herself had once giggled and gossiped over the handsome teen with her friends.
But just a few months ago, Irrizole had disappeared while taking a short walk alongside the beach. Teenage girls across the country went berserk. John's parents were desperate to find their beloved young son. John Irrizole was still missing to this day, and overall predicted to be dead.
The third picture was of a boy riding in a boat near a majestic-looking swamp. His strawberry blonde curls glowed under the sun. Moss-green eyes curled up into a large smile. There was something about him that Amy recognized, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
The last picture reminded Amy of the first one. There was a tall boy with dark brown hair and large brown eyes that stood behind three younger girls. The eldest girl looked the most like the boy, with her light brown hair and dark brown eyes. The two other girls both had curly hair and sky-blue eyes, but the difference was their hair-colors. One had light red, while the other had dirty blonde locks. The siblings, as Amy had guessed they were, stood lined up on a curved staircase.
Each one of the teens in those pictures looked so happy, but something deep inside of Amy's heart told her that this wasn't the way they were now. The man had asked if Amy had seen them, which meant something was wrong here. These young, innocent souls were not safe anymore.
"Well," the man grumbled,"have you seen any of these teenagers?"
Amy nervously shook her head.
The stranger grunted in disapproval, but didn't say anything.
"These are the Wiles children," he uttered, tapping on the first picture. "The two young girls in the back, Kayana and Marley Wiles, live in Honolulu with their mother, Debra. Eric and Cody Wiles, their two orphaned cousins, disappeared a few years ago, when an orphanage was broken into. There is no evidence that they perished at the time. In fact, there were sightings of the younger child, Cody, escaping out the back of the orphanage. Eric Wiles was last seen going down to the kitchen for a glass of water."
"This," the man moved his hand on to the next picture,"is John Irrizole, as you might've noticed. He's a famous surfer. You probably heard that Irrizole dissapeared a few months back while on a nice walk alongside the beach. He hasn't been seen since."
"This young man," he now had his gaze set on the third picture,"is Sam Austin. I'm sure you've heard about the murder that took place at his parent's mansion in Pensacola, Florida. Sam was sent to the same orphanage the Wiles siblings had been sent to. He, too, disappeared the night of the break-in."
"These are the Colesons." the man pointed towards the last picture, and fell silent.
Amy tipped her head to the side in confusion, waiting for her guest to finish.
"And?" Amy urged him on.
"I don't know," his voice was deep. "I don't know any of the children's names. They were never mentioned. All I know is that they were sent to the same orphanage, and never seen again."
Strange, Amy thought to herself. She eyed the four young siblings lined up on the staircase in the picture. The three sisters...she had seen those faces somewhere before. Maybe it was in a dream.
"Sir," a deep voice grumbled from behind Amy,"we're closing up. I suggest that you leave."
Amy spun around to meet the steady gaze of her father. His warm brown eyes told her why he didn't need to say; the man behind the counter was dangerous.
The stranger departed slowly. He stopped right before he reached the door and said,"If you ever happen to spot any of these people, call me."
Then he was gone.
"Ames," her father placed a hand on her shoulder,"you should never talk to someone you don't know. That man seems dangerous. I don't want you around him."
"Yeah, dad, I understand."
He sent her a comforting smile, told her to close up the shop, and heavily climbed up the stairs.
Amy grabbed a quick washcloth and began to wipe off the counter. She froze when she caught sight of the four pieces of paper stacked neatly next to the cash register. On the top of the pile was a little card with a phone number printed across it.
Making sure her father wasn't watching her at that very moment, Amy shoved the papers into her backpack, and continued on with her job.
From out of nowhere, a gust of wind blew the two front doors open. Amy held back a scream, glancing up in shock.
From the corner of her eye, Amy caught sight of glinting metal. Her head snapped in that direction, meeting the sharp amber gaze of a hooded figure on the other side of the glass. In his large hand was a pointy metal weapon that glinted off of the front lights of the music shop. His eyes seemed to cut her straight to the core.
They were frozen like that for who knows how long.
When Amy's father called her up to eat some leftover pizza, she lost her focus.
"I'll be there in a sec, dad," she yelled back at him.
When Amy turned around, her eyes only met darkness.
A piece of paper had been taped to the glass from outside of the store. It simply read,"Only those who blend with the shadows will ever know where one of such importance is."
A tiny piece of black cloth was stranded on the sidewalk.
The shops front lights had been shattered.
Amy silently vowed to herself that she would never work a late-shift ever again.
Amy will probably make a few more appearences in the story, but she's really not that big of a character.