Finally got a chance to update, sorry for the wait. But guess what!
1: MY BIRTHDAY'S THIS WEEK! 2/16! I'M FINALLY GONNA BE 15! WOOHOO!
I'm really excited because this also means that...
2: This is the one year anniversary of this account, JustineElla2! ONE WHOLE YEAR OF BEING AN OFFICIAL FANFICTION AUTHOR. Wow.
3: I'm trying to attempt fanart of Victorious on my devainart page. Look me up under the same name.
Anyway, this is MY one year anniversary present to you guys, SO ENJOY! And feel free to leave a review!
Problem
Italic: Flashback
Those pipes that were all over the place in that station, are the only reason that i'm still in one piece right now. A few seconds before I went splat on the ground I managed to grab one of the pipes about 10 feet from the floor and after a second, dropped down peacefully to the ground. Well, if you call almost falling over once you've landed peaceful. I embarrass myself sometimes.
After getting back on my feet, I looked up at three of the turtles (one was missing, odd.) And smirked. "What, Not even gonna try?" I asked. I didn't wait for an answer, just turned away and ran towards a tunnel, which I hoped it was an exit. And I almost made it, too. One second i'm running as fast as I could possibly go in my condition, next i'm struggling on the ground against one pretty tick off 'turtle'. "Dude, What the hell? I'm just leaving!" I snarled in the red masked ones face, kicking him off of me. Leaping to my feet, I quickly get into a defensive position. He scowls at me, obviously irritated. "Exactly! Do ya really think ya can just waltz on out here, after pullin' a stunt like that?" He asked me. I growled. "Watch me." I said, and slowly turned around, my eyes still on him. And the second he lunged towards me I whipped around to defend myself.
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I stumbled back into my apartment though the window, panting. I rip off my hood and mask, before slumping onto my couch, trying desperately not to cry out in pain. I reach over and grab my spare sweatshirt, before pressing it to my nose, trying to stop or at least slow the blood that was pouring out of it. After a few seconds of calmness, the massive headache I had been bracing for pounded my mind, causing me to let out a muted cry of pain. My blood is slowly soaking through my sweatshirt, as I try really hard to relieve myself from my killer headache. But beneath all that pain, I couldn't help but think on what caused this latest case of my problem to resurfac-
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I leapt away from the red masked turtle, trying not to laugh at him. I had learned early into our fight that this one was the hot head. And I can assure you, I used that to my advantage, every second during our little fight. His friends were off to the side, watching us. I'm positive that the only reason they hadn't joined in was because they thought I wasn't a threat. While insulted, I had to agree with them, all i had been doing was defensive or dodging moves. I was in no condition to fight, plus I had to admit: This guy did not fight like me. Not the way I was trained.
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If someone had looked inside a specific apartment, they would have seen a young teenage girl, slump forward on to wood floor. Blood already drying though a sweatshirt she had to her nose, but too exhausted and hurt to take it away from her face.
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I threw several punches at him, but it wasn't as effective as the insults I was saying to him, to which he responded with growls. I ducked again, before sprinting out of the way. "Hey, aren't turtles supposed to be freakishly slow?" I asked before ducking from a punch, then delivering my own hit. "Sheesh, live up to your title!" The turtle in the blue mask sighed and stepped forward to intervene, but red moved in front of him, eyes still on me. "Raph, move. You're not proving anything here." He scolded. "All you're really doing is make his wounds reopen." Red (or raph?) turned around and started saying something, but I wasn't going to stay and listen. I turned around and raced back to that tunnel. Then I felt someones leg sweep mine out from under me. And in that split second before my head hit the ground, I only had one thought. 'Not again.."
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My bleeding had finally stopped, But that still wasn't stopping the headache pounding into my skul-
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THUD. My head connected with the ground sharply, halting all movements at once. For a moment all I heard was silence, then the same green 'turtle' stood over me, looking pretty irritated on his face. "That's what ya get." He growled. Then his voice softened a little bit. like from diamond soft to steel. "Hey, ya ok? Ya hit your head pretty hard there." He asked me. I couldn't respond. I sat up slowly, before reaching up my hand to feel where my head had banged on the ground. I could feel it becoming sore, but that was the least of my worries. I pressed my hand over my mask where my nose was, and could already feel my mask becoming wet. Blood. My eyes widened, and I knew I had to get out before it happened. I quickly sweep my leg across the ground underneath the turtle, knocking him down. As he fell I quickly brought up my fist and (Finally) managed to get a good hit directly in his face. I felt extremely bad to do this to one of the guys, but that was really the only real choice I had. His pals ran forward and started helping him up, while he mumbled curses and I had my hand against my mask where my nose was, trying to stop the blood that was coming out.
"Really sorry about that." I said backing away. "But..." God, how was I going to explain all that... Simple. I don't. "Thanks for your help, but lets... NOT meet again." ' and have another grand evening like this.' I thought. Then I turned and ran, feeling more awake than ever. Why? Because I just realized how much of a complete JERK to the guys who saved my life.
What I mean is...
Got my memory of the fight back, at the wrong time. At the wrong place. And probably blew the only chance of having allies in this city.
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I winced as I started cleaning up my face from the nosebleed, all the while covering up bruises that turtle gave me. That guy was good at his style of combat, and if I hadn't blown it, he would have been a great sparring partner. If I ever met them again, I would have to ask him and his friends who taught them. He was obviously an excellent teacher. I finally sighed, and just started placing bandages on the cuts he had given me, giving up on the bruises. After I was done with that, I rested my elbows on the sink of my bathroom and lowered my face into my hands, trying to think about what I was going to do now. After a minute made my decision. Nothing. Nothing, but continue on my nightly runs, and hope I don't run into those ninjas or those turtles. It was a bad decision, and I knew I was going to regret it. But what else am I supposed to do?
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Over Victoria's head, the light started to flicked for a moment, before shutting off entirely. For a moment there was utter silence...
"Electric bill isn't due for a week..."
A.N. Oooo, Something's wrong with Victoria! Feel free to guess what her problem is in the reviews! Have a Happy Valentine's day! And one year anniversary of JE2!
JE2
2/22
Hey guys, So I won't be able to update for a few days.
Computer issues. Until then, BYE
JE2
