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Glad y'all like it! Don't worry, I promise I won't stop working on the Fanboy story!
I opened my eyes slowly, getting adjusted to the dim lights in the room. I was lying in a bed, covered in blankets. It was the warmest I'd been in months. At first all I wanted to do was snuggle back down into the covers and never get up again, but then curiosity got the best of me. 'Who would take in a street rat?' was the question ringing in my mind. Sighing, I pulled the covers away and threw my legs over the side of the bed. My eyes grew huge as I noticed I wasn't wearing the same clothes I had had on before. The blue sweatpants were a little big, but the white T-shirt with I- love-NYC on it felt like a circus tent. 'Great, they're giants.' My legs felt like jelly as they hit the floor. 'Not so fast, Sammy.' I told myself. Holding onto the bed, I made my way to the door. 'Now I know what a sailor feels like on land.' I pushed myself off the bed and fell onto the door. I gripped it with my remaining strength and slowly shuffled out slowly. I leaned against the wall outside the bedroom door and looked around.
The room I was now in was gray and damp. It was large though. There was an old couch and a lumpy armchair sitting in the middle of the big room. A few beanbag chairs were spread out. A good size TV sat in the corner and attached to it was a Game Cube. A chessboard was spread out on the wooden coffee table, which looked like it had been broken several times. Seeing as the couch was the closet thing to me I lurched towards it but fell short. Being the gymnast that I am, I saved myself by quickly sticking out my hands making a bridge with my body. I tried to pull myself to a standing position, but no luck. I was still too weak. 'Idiot.' I thought to myself. I didn't really feel like falling on the floor at that moment so I just stayed like that. Suddenly, large green legs appeared at the other end of the room. "Whoa! What are you doing?!" Came a voice and the green legs hurried over to me. "What does it look like I was doing?" I asked the legs. Strong hands grabbed me around the waist and pulled me up. I looked into the face of my rescuer. It was a large turtle, quite a few inches taller than me. "The name's Leonardo, but you can call me Leo." He said and put me down on the couch. I stared hard at him. "Is it Halloween?" I asked him. He laughed. "No. This is what I really look like." Leonardo replied. "Why?" was my obvious next question. Leo smiled. "Hold on. Let me go get the guys and Master Splinter." He told me then left. I hugged my knees to my chest, which was thumping as hard as seemed humanly possible.
'Turtles? Giant Turtles!? How many?' I asked myself, knowing I wouldn't know the answers. 'Stupid' I could hear Leo talking to someone. "Yeah she's awake." I heard him saying. "And you left her in the living room alone?" the voice asked. "Don't worry Donny. She's okay." Leo came back into the room, followed by three other turtles and a large rat. I rubbed my eyes, thinking I was seeing things. The one in the purple mask came over and ordered me to open my mouth. Warily, I did what he said. He stuck a thermometer in there immediately. "Don't bite it and don't talk." I looked past him at Leo. "Um, Donny, I think you're scaring her." Leo told the turtle, who recognized this and sat down beside the turtle in orange who was giving me a grin the size of Mt. Mitchell. I smiled back at him weakly. On the one of the beanbag chairs sat another turtle, this one with a red bandana. He was sitting sort of lopsided and examining a weapon he had in his hand. It looked like a mini trident. The rat sat down beside me on the couch. Even though I know it was wrong now, I cringed and backed away from him. "It is alright, young one." He told me. I couldn't believe he was talking. "How?" I whispered and then remembered I had been ordered not to talk. I glanced at the purple turtle but he didn't seem to mind. "I wanna tell her!" the orange turtle cried out in excitement. "No Mike!" came a simultaneous yell from the other three turtles. "Sor-ry!" Mike said. I winced at the loud noise. The rat patted my arm. "Do not mind Michelangelo. Now, our story is complicated. Are you sure you wish to hear it?" the rat asked me. I nodded my head.
"My name is Splinter." Master Splinter started out at the very beginning. "Long ago, in Japan, I belonged to a ninjitstu master Hamato Yoshi. At that time, I was not in my present state of being. I was a regular rat, but I was constantly copying my master. Learning the art of self-defense was hard, but I was determined. A young man by the name of Oruku Saki trained at the same dojo as my master Yoshi, but they were complete opposites. Saki wanted power while Yoshi wanted peace. They competed over everything, especially a young woman. The lady, wishing to have my master, married him and the two of them escaped to New York City in America. I was with them. To Yoshi's dismay, Saki followed them there. While my master was at work, Saki ruthlessly slayed his beautiful wife. When Yoshi arrived, it was to late. I watched helplessly from my cage as the two of them battled, but in the end Saki prevailed. In a fit of rage, I bit through the cage door and attacked Saki. He cut off my right ear, but I had scratched him in the face, leaving a mark that he would never forget. After that I was all alone in the world."
"Like me." I said softly. Splinter gave me a sympathetic look. "I am sure we shall here that story soon enough." He replied and went on with the tale. "Months later, I came across a puddle of green liquid. Crawling around in it was four tiny turtles. They had been covered in the slime for quite awhile. Thinking nothing of it, I climbed into the slime to rescue the baby turtles. I corralled them into a coffee can until the next morning they came tumbling out. They were twice their normal size. To my own surprise, I too was growing. As they grew, I thought them the ancient art of ninjistu. Using a renaissance art book I gave them names." Master Splinter nodded to his first son. "Leonardo." Leonardo smiled. "We've met." He stated. Mike pushed himself in front of Donatello. "Michelangelo." Mike beamed. "Just Mikey please." He exclaimed. I giggled as Donny pushed him out of the way. "Donatello." "Sorry to scare you earlier." He told me. "It's okay." I told him. "And Raphael." The red bandana turtle's head popped up. "Oh hey." Splinter turned back to me. "And what is your name, child?" He asked. I looked around at the green faces that were looking at me and sighed. "Samantha Lee Kelly." "Do we call you all three?" Mikey asked in wonderment. I giggled. "No that's okay. Sammy's fine." Donatello leaned back in his chair. "So why were you out on the street, Sammy?" he asked me.
I bit my lower lip. I had known this was coming but didn't want to admit it. "My parents were killed in an accident and since no one on my mom's side of the family is alive and my dad's family hates me, I was sent to an orphanage." I glanced at the turtle's reaction. They all had some look of shock on their face. I returned to my story. "I didn't like it there so I didn't stay. After about two weeks I ran away to search for my older sister. She's supposed to live in New York, though I don't know where. I'm on the street's because I don't like soup kitchens." I stopped it there. "How long have you lived out there?" Leo asked. "About a month." I told him. "You had some minor injuries on you legs and arms." Donny stated. "How did you get those?" I winced, pulling my legs closer to my body. "Well, on the streets you have to defend yourself. Sometimes I didn't do such a good job and something would happen." Raphael seemed furious. "They raped you?" he asked, his dark eyes burning in silent rage. I shook my head. "No, I wouldn't let them." I tried to keep my voice steady. "They'd use their knives. I got cut pretty good a couple of times. I saw them do things to other girls though." I began to shake in remembrance. Mikey got up and walked over to me. "I promise nothing is ever going to happen to you like that ever again Sammy. I promise." He told me in a serious voice. I looked into his deep blue eyes. "I know."
Glad y'all like it! Don't worry, I promise I won't stop working on the Fanboy story!
I opened my eyes slowly, getting adjusted to the dim lights in the room. I was lying in a bed, covered in blankets. It was the warmest I'd been in months. At first all I wanted to do was snuggle back down into the covers and never get up again, but then curiosity got the best of me. 'Who would take in a street rat?' was the question ringing in my mind. Sighing, I pulled the covers away and threw my legs over the side of the bed. My eyes grew huge as I noticed I wasn't wearing the same clothes I had had on before. The blue sweatpants were a little big, but the white T-shirt with I- love-NYC on it felt like a circus tent. 'Great, they're giants.' My legs felt like jelly as they hit the floor. 'Not so fast, Sammy.' I told myself. Holding onto the bed, I made my way to the door. 'Now I know what a sailor feels like on land.' I pushed myself off the bed and fell onto the door. I gripped it with my remaining strength and slowly shuffled out slowly. I leaned against the wall outside the bedroom door and looked around.
The room I was now in was gray and damp. It was large though. There was an old couch and a lumpy armchair sitting in the middle of the big room. A few beanbag chairs were spread out. A good size TV sat in the corner and attached to it was a Game Cube. A chessboard was spread out on the wooden coffee table, which looked like it had been broken several times. Seeing as the couch was the closet thing to me I lurched towards it but fell short. Being the gymnast that I am, I saved myself by quickly sticking out my hands making a bridge with my body. I tried to pull myself to a standing position, but no luck. I was still too weak. 'Idiot.' I thought to myself. I didn't really feel like falling on the floor at that moment so I just stayed like that. Suddenly, large green legs appeared at the other end of the room. "Whoa! What are you doing?!" Came a voice and the green legs hurried over to me. "What does it look like I was doing?" I asked the legs. Strong hands grabbed me around the waist and pulled me up. I looked into the face of my rescuer. It was a large turtle, quite a few inches taller than me. "The name's Leonardo, but you can call me Leo." He said and put me down on the couch. I stared hard at him. "Is it Halloween?" I asked him. He laughed. "No. This is what I really look like." Leonardo replied. "Why?" was my obvious next question. Leo smiled. "Hold on. Let me go get the guys and Master Splinter." He told me then left. I hugged my knees to my chest, which was thumping as hard as seemed humanly possible.
'Turtles? Giant Turtles!? How many?' I asked myself, knowing I wouldn't know the answers. 'Stupid' I could hear Leo talking to someone. "Yeah she's awake." I heard him saying. "And you left her in the living room alone?" the voice asked. "Don't worry Donny. She's okay." Leo came back into the room, followed by three other turtles and a large rat. I rubbed my eyes, thinking I was seeing things. The one in the purple mask came over and ordered me to open my mouth. Warily, I did what he said. He stuck a thermometer in there immediately. "Don't bite it and don't talk." I looked past him at Leo. "Um, Donny, I think you're scaring her." Leo told the turtle, who recognized this and sat down beside the turtle in orange who was giving me a grin the size of Mt. Mitchell. I smiled back at him weakly. On the one of the beanbag chairs sat another turtle, this one with a red bandana. He was sitting sort of lopsided and examining a weapon he had in his hand. It looked like a mini trident. The rat sat down beside me on the couch. Even though I know it was wrong now, I cringed and backed away from him. "It is alright, young one." He told me. I couldn't believe he was talking. "How?" I whispered and then remembered I had been ordered not to talk. I glanced at the purple turtle but he didn't seem to mind. "I wanna tell her!" the orange turtle cried out in excitement. "No Mike!" came a simultaneous yell from the other three turtles. "Sor-ry!" Mike said. I winced at the loud noise. The rat patted my arm. "Do not mind Michelangelo. Now, our story is complicated. Are you sure you wish to hear it?" the rat asked me. I nodded my head.
"My name is Splinter." Master Splinter started out at the very beginning. "Long ago, in Japan, I belonged to a ninjitstu master Hamato Yoshi. At that time, I was not in my present state of being. I was a regular rat, but I was constantly copying my master. Learning the art of self-defense was hard, but I was determined. A young man by the name of Oruku Saki trained at the same dojo as my master Yoshi, but they were complete opposites. Saki wanted power while Yoshi wanted peace. They competed over everything, especially a young woman. The lady, wishing to have my master, married him and the two of them escaped to New York City in America. I was with them. To Yoshi's dismay, Saki followed them there. While my master was at work, Saki ruthlessly slayed his beautiful wife. When Yoshi arrived, it was to late. I watched helplessly from my cage as the two of them battled, but in the end Saki prevailed. In a fit of rage, I bit through the cage door and attacked Saki. He cut off my right ear, but I had scratched him in the face, leaving a mark that he would never forget. After that I was all alone in the world."
"Like me." I said softly. Splinter gave me a sympathetic look. "I am sure we shall here that story soon enough." He replied and went on with the tale. "Months later, I came across a puddle of green liquid. Crawling around in it was four tiny turtles. They had been covered in the slime for quite awhile. Thinking nothing of it, I climbed into the slime to rescue the baby turtles. I corralled them into a coffee can until the next morning they came tumbling out. They were twice their normal size. To my own surprise, I too was growing. As they grew, I thought them the ancient art of ninjistu. Using a renaissance art book I gave them names." Master Splinter nodded to his first son. "Leonardo." Leonardo smiled. "We've met." He stated. Mike pushed himself in front of Donatello. "Michelangelo." Mike beamed. "Just Mikey please." He exclaimed. I giggled as Donny pushed him out of the way. "Donatello." "Sorry to scare you earlier." He told me. "It's okay." I told him. "And Raphael." The red bandana turtle's head popped up. "Oh hey." Splinter turned back to me. "And what is your name, child?" He asked. I looked around at the green faces that were looking at me and sighed. "Samantha Lee Kelly." "Do we call you all three?" Mikey asked in wonderment. I giggled. "No that's okay. Sammy's fine." Donatello leaned back in his chair. "So why were you out on the street, Sammy?" he asked me.
I bit my lower lip. I had known this was coming but didn't want to admit it. "My parents were killed in an accident and since no one on my mom's side of the family is alive and my dad's family hates me, I was sent to an orphanage." I glanced at the turtle's reaction. They all had some look of shock on their face. I returned to my story. "I didn't like it there so I didn't stay. After about two weeks I ran away to search for my older sister. She's supposed to live in New York, though I don't know where. I'm on the street's because I don't like soup kitchens." I stopped it there. "How long have you lived out there?" Leo asked. "About a month." I told him. "You had some minor injuries on you legs and arms." Donny stated. "How did you get those?" I winced, pulling my legs closer to my body. "Well, on the streets you have to defend yourself. Sometimes I didn't do such a good job and something would happen." Raphael seemed furious. "They raped you?" he asked, his dark eyes burning in silent rage. I shook my head. "No, I wouldn't let them." I tried to keep my voice steady. "They'd use their knives. I got cut pretty good a couple of times. I saw them do things to other girls though." I began to shake in remembrance. Mikey got up and walked over to me. "I promise nothing is ever going to happen to you like that ever again Sammy. I promise." He told me in a serious voice. I looked into his deep blue eyes. "I know."