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TMNT/ mirage
Kat, Char, Torie/ me
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He just stood there, dumbfounded. The NYPD station had just blown up.
How many people were in there? How many had died? How many are now crippled?
The only comforting thought that came to his mind was that some criminals had to be in there. At least they would be out of business for a while.
He jumped down from his perch on the fire escape and ran towards the flaming building, pulling up his hood to protect his identity and protect himself from the smoke and spitting flames.
Staring absentmindedly into the fire for a few seconds, a memory flitted through his mind. It was when the Shredder ambushed him and his family at April's apartment. The building had blown up due to the gas and fire let loose during the fight. April was devastated. And the outcome of it all was Leo getting broken inside and out.
He snapped out of it and squared his jaw. There had to be people in there. Good people that helped others. They deserved better then this.
Drawing and big gulp of air, he ran into the crumbling structure. He could barely see and the smoke intake almost made him choke, but he kept running.
"H-*cough*-Hello?" searching wildly for any sign of human life, he hit his left arm on a loose piece of broken piping. The sharp, jagged edge tore through his sweatshirt, revealing green - and now red - skin. A sharp hiss of pain cut past his teeth. It burned.
Then he spotted it, a body laying next to a cracked wall, struggling to stand up. He ran over to it, almost tripping over other unknown burning masses in the process. Kneeling next to it, he saw that the 'it' was a woman. A cop.
She had dark hair and skin and was now covered in ash. Her police uniform was burned and torn.
"Don't worry. I'll get you out of here." Despite his injured arm, he placed a hand under her arm and carried her out onto the streets. On the street, however, people were already gathering. Surrounding pedestrians from the looks of their robes and slippers. Looks like all the chaos interrupted their sleep.
"Listen," he tried, but the woman looked unconscious, "These people will help you. I hope." Some were already looking their way.
He began to head back into the fire, but stopped when he felt something grab his foot. Looking down, he saw that the woman was awake and staring at him with wide chocolate eyes.
"P-please......" she rasped shakily, "P-please, there's a girl in there......y-you have to get her out......she's done so much, s-so young........p-please save her....." His golden eyes watched her intently.
"What's she look like?"
"....Blond.....b-blue....." That's all she managed out before she had to gasp for breath. His eyes widened.
Blond...and blue?
Kat gasped pitifully, but the air was too thick with smoke to breath. Her thigh was burning with pain from the bullet. Even despite her attempts to dodge it, it still caught her leg while it was in the air. She coughed and nearly choked herself.
She crawled across the floor, searching for an opening or door. Anything with clean air.
Stupid Purple Dragons....her mind accused. And, ironically, Torie's police hat was still in her hand and her own black cap was on her head. She tried to chuckle, but failed miserably.
"H-help....." Kat tried helplessly before her head hit the charred floor and she blacked out.
He dived back into the flames once again. So far, he had counted seven attempts to find other survivors, but all failed. In consequence of these attempts, his favorite crimson sweatshirt had so many holes, tears, and burns that it could be mistaken for the outcome of one of Donny's 'freshly cooked meals'.
A hot metal pressed itself against his leg, leaving a black streak in its wake. He wasn't exactly in any better shape than his sweatshirt with all of the cuts and burns. At this point, he barely even felt it since he was already searing with enough white hot pain.
"Hey! *cough* Anybody in here? *cough*" He walked into a larger corridor, it looked like the main entrance to the building with the tall double doors at the end of the room.
In the corner of the room, he saw a punctured tube of metal. It was squeeling like an engine even over the roar of the flames. Then it hit him.
It had been gas. And then he saw the gun.
It was a shimmery silver and looked like it was on fire from the flames' reflections. It was coated in dust and seemed to have a few drops of blood on it. He couldn't help but wonder whose.
"H-hey........" He gasped and whipped around. A man was steadily and weakly crawling towards him, a hand clasped over his stomach. He was wearing baggy black pants and a loose purple t-shirt. His spiky hair was green and singed at the tips.
And he had a tattoo on his wrist. A purple tattoo.
"H-help......please....." Then the man hit the floor with a crack. He sighed as he stared at him. He was a Purple Dragon. Why should he help him?
He deserves this.....right?
That's when his conscience started kicking in. He's a living, breathing, man. He has the right to live...........What would Master Splinter say?
What would Master Splinter say?
He walked over to the sprawled man, picked him up, and threw him over his broad shoulder. With that, he ran and jumped past the flames through an open window. Once again on the street, he laid the unconscious body next to the woman he had rescued earlier. She looked up at him with her chocolate eyes. Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but he stopped her.
"Not yet. But I'll keep looking. I promise." She gave a weak smile and turned her head, closing her eyes.
He took a deep breath, and for the fifth time that night, he plunged back into the shattered building.
"Where are you?" he breathed silently. "Where would you be?"
If it was me, I would try to get to the closest opening, a window or door. Something with clean air to breathe....
The main hall. Or what's left of it anyway.
He untied his mask and retied it over top his mouth. That way it would be a bit easier to breathe in all this.
Picking up his pace, he wound his way toward the two tall double doors up front. Then he heard the sirens. They got louder and louder until they were a screaming wail that penetrated his every thought.
About time the firemen got here.....took 'em long enough.
But this also meant that he had to get out of here. If anybody saw who, or what, he really was....who knows what could happen to him, or what Master Splinter could do to him.
He shivered despite the scorching heat.
Convinced that the medics and firemen could find anybody else inside, he started toward a shattered window, but stopped abruptly. He spotted a limp body near the punctured piping, but it was underneath a piece of fallen debris. Changing direction, he bolted over to it. The flaming piece of the wall made it hard to see the face exactly, but for some reason, he had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach that who ever it was......was important.
She laid there, an odd comforting heat tickling her skin. It felt nice.
Opening a single blue eye, Kat saw nothing. Just black. With a jolt of panic, she thought that she was back in the dream. The sick nightmare world that messed with her memories. With the whole persona of her own father.
But her dad wasn't there. Hell, nothing was there.
She sat up, eyes darting back and forth nervously.
Where am I?
Kat jumped as her own voice projected back at her. The echo bounced endlessly off nonexistent walls. She thought that, didn't she?
Suddenly, the soothing warmth disappeared and was replaced by a biting cold. She shivered.
What is this? And......why do I feel weak?.....
Kat started feeling faint, her eyelids began to slowly close and the usual spark in her orbs steadily began to die. With a final gasp of breath, she slumped to the ground.
Her flame was gone.
His golden eyes widened. Frantically, he began to push the burning debris of her thin frame. He didn't care how much it burned him.
"K-Kat! Come on, wake up!" Gently flipping her over on to her back, he shook her shoulders. Her face was bruised and bloody, as was the rest of her body. Nasty burns and scrapes peppered her arms.
A loud crash was heard from the back of the building, followed by shouts and the wail of a nearby siren. He had to get out of here. Looking down at the unconscious girl at his knees, he bit his tongue and picked her up, dashing out of the former police office.
Finally out on the street, he immediately bolted for the shadows. Out of the corner of his eye, he swore that he saw the police woman he had rescued earlier. She was smiling at him from the back of an ambulance. He couldn't help but grin back.
He then found himself a top the building looking over the fiery scene below. But he felt that there were more important matters to attend to. He set Kat down on the cool rooftop, her head rolled to the side.
"Kat, come on. It's me! Ya' gotta wake up!" He begged desperately. No answer. Kneeling down beside her limp body, the mutant had no idea what to do. Don was the doctor, not him.
He was the guy that got into fights and had to come home to the doctor.
Begging that the worst hadn't happened, he had nothing else to do but sit there and stare at her motionless body. After a while, he noticed the police officers' cap clutched between her fingers. And her own black one on her head.
Then it began to rain. And to his relief and disbelief, she woke up.
He could of sworn he had the urge to jump up and hug her. But he refrained.
"W-wha-?" she slowly opened her eyes, those icy blue eyes that no one else had. "What happened?....Where am I? Wh-" She stared up at him with a blank expression, clutching her head.
"R-Raph?" The cold rain had dowsed the fire and had woken her up. Now it was running down both their faces and washing away the ash and blood.
All he could do was grin.
He felt happier too.
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