Leo could her his brothers all about their den, going about their normal
activities. It was Mikey's turn for dinner. Oh, great, Leo thought as the
familiar smell of Mikey's homemade pizza floated through the lair, not
pizza AGAIN. He heard Raph's voice loudly echoing his thoughts. His
thoughts were interrupted by the small sound of the figure on the couch.
"Hey, you guys, I think she's waking up." Leo called loud enough for them
to hear, but not loud enough to scare her. As Leo's brothers' entered from
different areas of the house, he called softly to them, "Come over here. We
don't want to scare her."
Man, does my head hurt! Last thing I know I'm mugging some kid, and some
freaky lookin' goon comes up. I get pretty scared. Hey, even in NY,
humanoid-, or turtleoids, I should say, don't turn up every day. He backs
off for some reason, maybe he finds me as weird as I find him. Then
something bashes me over the head from behind and I black out. So I figure
to open my eyes and figure out where the hell I am.
The first thing I notice is there are four of the turtle-thing at the foot of what I was sleeping on, apparently a couch. Actually, the couch was pretty comfy, compared to two years of the streets. Anyway, the one that interfered with my lifestyle of mugging, the one with a red mask thing, holds up it's hands and says, "Hey, kid, take it easy, we ain't gonna hurt you." So I say to myself, Yep, you've done it this time. You think there are four giant turtles at the foot of your bed and one of them is talking to you. You are absolutely insane. So I might as well go along with it right? I mean, going crazy could be a lot worse. This time a turtle with a purple mask decides to speak. Each of them have a different colored mask: red, purple, orange, and blue. This time it's the purple masked one who speaks up. "Perhaps we should introduce ourselves. I am Donatello, or Don." The one with a blue mask introduces himself next. "I'm Leonardo, Leo." Hmmm, not exactly Mr. Chatterbox, is he? The one with an orange mask has a smirk on his face as he speaks. "I am Michaelangelo, Mikey, or the Cute One. You choose." The Cute One. Right. The Crazy One, if you ask me. The one in the red mask elbows 'Mikey' in what would have been their ribs. "I'm Raph. Raphael. What's your name, kid?" Ok, that was the second time he called me 'kid', which I hate. I used to have an uncle who always called me that. Drove me crazy, too. "Well it's not 'kid'" I said angrily. Vally says I have an 'abrasive personality' which is true, I guess. "It's Vickie." Short for Vicktoria, which I also happen to hate being called. I sat up, a little to quickly, and winced. Rubbing the back of my head, I asked, "What happened anyway?" Mikey grinned a little sheepishly. "I happened, I guess. I knocked you over the head when I thought Raph here didn't do it quick enough." I grimaced. "Thanks." I sniffed the air; it smelled as though something was burning, or someone was smoking. Somehow, there creatures didn't strike me as the smoking type. "does this place always smell like that?"
"Well," Leo explained, almost apologetically, "You're in the sewers, we just got used to the smell I guess-"
"No." Raph interrupted impatiently. "It's the pizza. Mikey, you left the oven on!"
Leo, Mike, and Raph ran for the kitchen, where a small stream of smoke was issuing forth, leaving Don and me in the living room.
"Turn around, let me see that knot." Don said gently. He seemed like the nicest of the four, so I complied. I felt I could almost trust the quieter, understanding turtle in purple. "Just out of curiosity, how old are you?" Don asked. I could feel an interrogation coming and immediately my defenses went up. "Sixteen." I replied, almost defensively. "How long have you been on your own?" Don continued in the same non-pressing tone, as though he was giving me the chance to answer or not. "Since I was fourteen." I replied, still keeping my defenses up. I could guess his next question before he spoke, and answered it, too. "I ran away from home. Long story. Don't ask." I was glad my back was to Don. At this point I was tired of having this conversation, and didn't feel like answering any more questions. Don could probably hear the thickness in my voice, sounding as though I might start crying and didn't want to. "Your head looks alright to me," Don said, giving me a squeeze on the shoulder. He changed the subject. "Let's go see how the others are doing with that pizza." I sniffed slightly and followed him into the kitchen. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Disclaimer- nope, the TMNTs are not mine. Boo hoo. Vickie is, however, and all her family (Vally, the rest may be brought up later.). Enjoy!
The first thing I notice is there are four of the turtle-thing at the foot of what I was sleeping on, apparently a couch. Actually, the couch was pretty comfy, compared to two years of the streets. Anyway, the one that interfered with my lifestyle of mugging, the one with a red mask thing, holds up it's hands and says, "Hey, kid, take it easy, we ain't gonna hurt you." So I say to myself, Yep, you've done it this time. You think there are four giant turtles at the foot of your bed and one of them is talking to you. You are absolutely insane. So I might as well go along with it right? I mean, going crazy could be a lot worse. This time a turtle with a purple mask decides to speak. Each of them have a different colored mask: red, purple, orange, and blue. This time it's the purple masked one who speaks up. "Perhaps we should introduce ourselves. I am Donatello, or Don." The one with a blue mask introduces himself next. "I'm Leonardo, Leo." Hmmm, not exactly Mr. Chatterbox, is he? The one with an orange mask has a smirk on his face as he speaks. "I am Michaelangelo, Mikey, or the Cute One. You choose." The Cute One. Right. The Crazy One, if you ask me. The one in the red mask elbows 'Mikey' in what would have been their ribs. "I'm Raph. Raphael. What's your name, kid?" Ok, that was the second time he called me 'kid', which I hate. I used to have an uncle who always called me that. Drove me crazy, too. "Well it's not 'kid'" I said angrily. Vally says I have an 'abrasive personality' which is true, I guess. "It's Vickie." Short for Vicktoria, which I also happen to hate being called. I sat up, a little to quickly, and winced. Rubbing the back of my head, I asked, "What happened anyway?" Mikey grinned a little sheepishly. "I happened, I guess. I knocked you over the head when I thought Raph here didn't do it quick enough." I grimaced. "Thanks." I sniffed the air; it smelled as though something was burning, or someone was smoking. Somehow, there creatures didn't strike me as the smoking type. "does this place always smell like that?"
"Well," Leo explained, almost apologetically, "You're in the sewers, we just got used to the smell I guess-"
"No." Raph interrupted impatiently. "It's the pizza. Mikey, you left the oven on!"
Leo, Mike, and Raph ran for the kitchen, where a small stream of smoke was issuing forth, leaving Don and me in the living room.
"Turn around, let me see that knot." Don said gently. He seemed like the nicest of the four, so I complied. I felt I could almost trust the quieter, understanding turtle in purple. "Just out of curiosity, how old are you?" Don asked. I could feel an interrogation coming and immediately my defenses went up. "Sixteen." I replied, almost defensively. "How long have you been on your own?" Don continued in the same non-pressing tone, as though he was giving me the chance to answer or not. "Since I was fourteen." I replied, still keeping my defenses up. I could guess his next question before he spoke, and answered it, too. "I ran away from home. Long story. Don't ask." I was glad my back was to Don. At this point I was tired of having this conversation, and didn't feel like answering any more questions. Don could probably hear the thickness in my voice, sounding as though I might start crying and didn't want to. "Your head looks alright to me," Don said, giving me a squeeze on the shoulder. He changed the subject. "Let's go see how the others are doing with that pizza." I sniffed slightly and followed him into the kitchen. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Disclaimer- nope, the TMNTs are not mine. Boo hoo. Vickie is, however, and all her family (Vally, the rest may be brought up later.). Enjoy!