Note: I borrowed the description of the turtles orgins from
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CHAPTER THREE
Light shined in her eyes as she opened them. " Where am I?" she croaked, her eyesight was blurry and her head ached.
" Don't try to talk," a voice answered, " Just rest now."
" Is she okay Master?" another voice asked as a hand rested on her forehead.
" She'll be fine except for this nasty goose egg." The first voice said. Her eyesight cleared and she was staring right into the face of a four-foot tall…rat?
" Ahhh!" she screamed, sitting up and moving away from it. " I must be having a nightmare!"
The Rat just smiled calmly as he rinsed out a cold washcloth. He was used in the reactions of humans.
" You only wish," a voice said behind her and she looked up. A huge turtle wearing a red bandanna was smirking down at her.
" Who or what the hell are you guys?"
" What you don't remember me?" the turtle behind the couch asked feigning hurt.
Naomi narrowed her eyes, " No…why should I?" this turtle sure was sarcastic.
" I saved your hide the other night," Raphael grinned smugly and crossed his arms, " And I visited you in the library."
" But-but you're a turtle!" she stuttered and was even more shocked when three more emerged, each of them wearing a purple, blue and orange mask.
" And you're not dreaming," the purple-masked one told her, " We are quite real."
Naomi shook her head, " It's all a dream…a weird dream. I must be watching too many cartoon.
The red-masked turtle reached over and gave her brown pony-tail a hard yank. " Ow! What was that for?"
" Still dreaming?" he demanded and she frowned at him. Now that she and her rescuer had properly met, he was showing his true colours.
On closer inspection, Naomi saw that all four turtles had muscular arms and legs and even tails! This was too bizarre to be real.
" I'll tell you where we came from," The rat suggested.
Naomi rubbed her head, " Yes, please do," she groaned. The turtles got comfortable and the rat continued to talk….
A truck driving out of control had to swerve to avoid collision with a blind man. The jolt shook free a parcel of its cargo -- a glass canister containing mutanagenic material. The jar bounced a good distance until it struck a glass aquarium in the hands of a small boy named Chet. The bowl shattered, dropping all four of his baby turtles into an open manhole, along with the canister. As it hit the sewer floor, the container oozed a sticky liquid that covered the unharmed turtles. Splinter saw the whole ordeal and attempted to clean them off.
The next few days brought Splinter some astonishment; they had all begun to grow in size and he grew most in intellect. After several years, the turtles and Splinter had reached maturity. Their growth level had slowed dramatically -- the turtles at the teenage level and Splinter at the middle age level. Splinter being older at the time of mutation and being mammalian, grew much more rapidly. He began training the Turtles in the art of Ninja, in order to avenge his master's slaying. Splinter found a discarded Renaissance book in the sewer and decided to name the turtles after his four favorite artists…
Splinter pointed to each turtle in turn, " Please meet…Raphael, Donatello, Michaelangelo and Leonardo."
There was silence. Naomi's head whirled with the information. It seemed to be true and she definitely wasn't dreaming.
" Am I the first human to have discovered you guys?" she asked.
" No, we have other human friends who have been sworn to secrecy," the blue-masked turtle whose name was Leonardo answered pointedly.
" Oh," she said feeling disappointed that she wasn't their first human friend.
" So you won't tell anyone who we are?" Donatello added, " You can't even tell your parents about us."
" Even if I did tell anyone, they wouldn't belie me," she pointed out.
" That's true, they'd think you're a nutcase," Raphael smirked.
It was obvious these guys had their own personalities and Raphael was obviously the sarcastic one. He was twirling a three-pronged dagger in his hand.
" What happened to me anyway?" Naomi rubbed her still aching head, " All I remember is getting my foot caught in something."
" A pipe from the ceiling broke loose and fell on you," Michelangelo explained, " Raph and I found you."
" And what were you doing in the sewers in the first place?" Leonardo asked her sternly.
" Um…looking for him," she gestured to Raphael, " I really wanted to find out who this mysterious rescuer of mine is, so I followed him and another guy into the sewers. It was a stupid move I know, but I'm glad I did."
Raphael's gaze hardened, " That guy who's after you really is a creep," he told her about his run-in with Matthew Garland and it worried him when Naomi actually started to tremble.
" You didn't!" she breathed, " You have some guts Raphael," she took a deep breath, "He'd be even more determined to hunt me down and-" she broke off.
" Why is he after you?" Raphael demanded.
" I can't tell you. I'd only be putting you and the others in danger. You've done more than enough."
" We've dealt with people worse than Garland," Raphael assured her, " We'd like to know." But Naomi was as stubborn as he was. She wasn't going to tell him or his brothers who she was and why Garland was after her. And it wasn't really fair, after all, she knew about them.
Raphael narrowed his eyes at her. Could the turtles trust their new friend?
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CHAPTER THREE
Light shined in her eyes as she opened them. " Where am I?" she croaked, her eyesight was blurry and her head ached.
" Don't try to talk," a voice answered, " Just rest now."
" Is she okay Master?" another voice asked as a hand rested on her forehead.
" She'll be fine except for this nasty goose egg." The first voice said. Her eyesight cleared and she was staring right into the face of a four-foot tall…rat?
" Ahhh!" she screamed, sitting up and moving away from it. " I must be having a nightmare!"
The Rat just smiled calmly as he rinsed out a cold washcloth. He was used in the reactions of humans.
" You only wish," a voice said behind her and she looked up. A huge turtle wearing a red bandanna was smirking down at her.
" Who or what the hell are you guys?"
" What you don't remember me?" the turtle behind the couch asked feigning hurt.
Naomi narrowed her eyes, " No…why should I?" this turtle sure was sarcastic.
" I saved your hide the other night," Raphael grinned smugly and crossed his arms, " And I visited you in the library."
" But-but you're a turtle!" she stuttered and was even more shocked when three more emerged, each of them wearing a purple, blue and orange mask.
" And you're not dreaming," the purple-masked one told her, " We are quite real."
Naomi shook her head, " It's all a dream…a weird dream. I must be watching too many cartoon.
The red-masked turtle reached over and gave her brown pony-tail a hard yank. " Ow! What was that for?"
" Still dreaming?" he demanded and she frowned at him. Now that she and her rescuer had properly met, he was showing his true colours.
On closer inspection, Naomi saw that all four turtles had muscular arms and legs and even tails! This was too bizarre to be real.
" I'll tell you where we came from," The rat suggested.
Naomi rubbed her head, " Yes, please do," she groaned. The turtles got comfortable and the rat continued to talk….
A truck driving out of control had to swerve to avoid collision with a blind man. The jolt shook free a parcel of its cargo -- a glass canister containing mutanagenic material. The jar bounced a good distance until it struck a glass aquarium in the hands of a small boy named Chet. The bowl shattered, dropping all four of his baby turtles into an open manhole, along with the canister. As it hit the sewer floor, the container oozed a sticky liquid that covered the unharmed turtles. Splinter saw the whole ordeal and attempted to clean them off.
The next few days brought Splinter some astonishment; they had all begun to grow in size and he grew most in intellect. After several years, the turtles and Splinter had reached maturity. Their growth level had slowed dramatically -- the turtles at the teenage level and Splinter at the middle age level. Splinter being older at the time of mutation and being mammalian, grew much more rapidly. He began training the Turtles in the art of Ninja, in order to avenge his master's slaying. Splinter found a discarded Renaissance book in the sewer and decided to name the turtles after his four favorite artists…
Splinter pointed to each turtle in turn, " Please meet…Raphael, Donatello, Michaelangelo and Leonardo."
There was silence. Naomi's head whirled with the information. It seemed to be true and she definitely wasn't dreaming.
" Am I the first human to have discovered you guys?" she asked.
" No, we have other human friends who have been sworn to secrecy," the blue-masked turtle whose name was Leonardo answered pointedly.
" Oh," she said feeling disappointed that she wasn't their first human friend.
" So you won't tell anyone who we are?" Donatello added, " You can't even tell your parents about us."
" Even if I did tell anyone, they wouldn't belie me," she pointed out.
" That's true, they'd think you're a nutcase," Raphael smirked.
It was obvious these guys had their own personalities and Raphael was obviously the sarcastic one. He was twirling a three-pronged dagger in his hand.
" What happened to me anyway?" Naomi rubbed her still aching head, " All I remember is getting my foot caught in something."
" A pipe from the ceiling broke loose and fell on you," Michelangelo explained, " Raph and I found you."
" And what were you doing in the sewers in the first place?" Leonardo asked her sternly.
" Um…looking for him," she gestured to Raphael, " I really wanted to find out who this mysterious rescuer of mine is, so I followed him and another guy into the sewers. It was a stupid move I know, but I'm glad I did."
Raphael's gaze hardened, " That guy who's after you really is a creep," he told her about his run-in with Matthew Garland and it worried him when Naomi actually started to tremble.
" You didn't!" she breathed, " You have some guts Raphael," she took a deep breath, "He'd be even more determined to hunt me down and-" she broke off.
" Why is he after you?" Raphael demanded.
" I can't tell you. I'd only be putting you and the others in danger. You've done more than enough."
" We've dealt with people worse than Garland," Raphael assured her, " We'd like to know." But Naomi was as stubborn as he was. She wasn't going to tell him or his brothers who she was and why Garland was after her. And it wasn't really fair, after all, she knew about them.
Raphael narrowed his eyes at her. Could the turtles trust their new friend?
