A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first TMNT fic, but I've been a fan since the
cartoon show came out when I was like three. This fic takes place in a
cross between the old-school cartoon universe and the first movie-verse.
Hope you enjoy, and please, please, please Review! Thx—EBTS
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or any of its affiliates. I do, however, own Sasha, so you can't have her.
I
It was bitter cold on the city streets. A soft snow was falling from the sky onto the busy shoppers hurrying from store to store in the holiday rush. The winter holidays were still two weeks away, but everyone acted as if it was the last day to buy gifts.
Sasha walked down the sidewalk, peering up at the buildings surrounding her. None of them looked familiar, nor did any of the street signs she passed. She scrunched her eyebrows together in concentration, trying to see if she could remember anything about where she was, who she was, what she was.
A strong gust of wind came billowing down the street, sending hats and scarves flying. Sasha shivered and pulled her trench coat more tightly around her. Her fingers were numb. She had been outside all day, walking the streets, getting strange looks from people for her silver hair and her strange way of walking. She couldn't' help her hair color. From what she could tell, and what she seemed to remember, her hair had always been silver. As for the way she walked, she couldn't help it if she staggered a bit every now and then. She had to keep her tail tucked under her coat and wrapped around her leg so that no one would see it. She wasn't used to walking without the extra balance her tail gave her.
Another gust of wind came, whipping Sasha's hair into her face. She had to get indoors, even if just for a little while. She looked up at the building she was approaching. It was some sort of big department store, with a name she did not recognize. Not that that was unusual anymore. She had been wandering the streets for two days, and she hadn't recognized anything yet.
Sasha went in through the revolving doors and began wandering the aisles of clothes, linens, appliances, and toys. Everything was decorated for the holiday season. She unbuttoned the top four buttons on her coat, allowing herself to keep from getting over heated. As she turned one corner, she caught a sudden movement out of the corner of her eye. Without thinking, she spun to face whatever was sneaking up on her and her hand went instinctively to her side, as though to grab something that wasn't there.
She found herself glaring at a dancing Santa Claus. He was wiggling his fat backside and singing "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" in a very jolly voice. Sasha's body relaxed and she turned away from the stupid novelty. Something in the back of her mind was set off and she found herself murmuring, "Humans come up with the stupidest things."
She kept walking down the aisles, reveling in the feeling of warmth returning to her fingers, toes, and nose.
"Excuse me, Miss, would you like to try our new fragrance?"
Sasha looked up at the sales woman. Sales girl, more like it. She didn't look much older than Sasha. Twenty maybe. She was a college student, Sasha guessed, probably at NYU.
"Yes, please," Sasha said politely, holding out her wrist.
The sales girl sprayed a small amount onto Sasha's out stretched wrist. "It's called Tsunami Passion, I'm sure you'll like it."
Sasha took a quick sniff of the sprayed area. It smelled good, like a flower garden. "Thank you."
The sales girl nodded. "If you don't mind me saying so, Miss, that necklace is very pretty. Do you mind if I...?" She reached out to touch the silver cylinder that hung from a chain on Sasha's neck. Sasha nodded permission, and the girl ran a finger over the cylinder and its strange symbols of emerald and ruby. "What does it mean?" she asked.
"I don't know," Sasha said as she gently, but quickly, pulled the token out of the girl's hand. "I don't remember." She the turned and walked away from the sales girl.
Sasha headed back outside. The bitter cold afternoon had turned into a bitter cold night. She knew she had to find a place to sleep, but she didn't know where.
She turned down a quiet side street and continued walking. There was no one on the street with her, but she still had the feeling that she was not alone. It felt as though she was being watched or...followed. Sasha stopped walking and looked behind her back down the street. It was empty. But she still was not certain that she was alone.
She began to walk again, but this time instead of just feeling something, she heard it. Footsteps. Two, actually, as if someone had almost forgotten to walk silently. They came from somewhere behind her. She turned again, and still saw no one. But she knew someone was following her She looked around. This was a bad street to be on. Most of the lights in the buildings were out, there was little to no traffic, and the only light came from a few streetlights along the sidewalk. It wasn't bright enough to read, much less defend oneself.
Still facing the direction she came, she began to walk backwards. She saw no movement within her line of sight, but that didn't mean that someone wasn't getting nearer to her. Sasha knew someone was going to attack her. She could feel it in her very being.
She had no weapon or cell phone, or anyway to protect herself, and so she did the one thing she had left. She turned and ran.
But she hadn't counted on her attackers to come at her from her front. After taking only a few steps two figures clothed entirely in black stepped out of an ally in front of Sasha and began running at her. Sasha stopped running and tried to back away from the figures, only to find herself backing into another person in black. The person behind her grabbed her by the arms, while another reached and tore open Sasha's trench coat .
Anger flared within Sasha. This was not how someone treated her. She deserved more respect from these people.
"Stop it!" she hissed as the man reached for her necklace. She kicked up at the his chest with all of her might, and he went flying backwards, hitting the wall behind him head first with a sickening crack.
The man behind Sasha let go, but before Sasha could react, he hit her in the back of the head, and she fell to the ground.
Things were going fuzzy. The pain in her head was excruciating. She tried to get up, but her head hurt too much. She didn't have to worry, though. As soon as Sasha hit the ground, four figures appeared, and three began to fight her attackers. The forth came over and knelt beside her. "You okay kid?"
Sasha looked up at him through her blurred vision. The last thing she saw before going unconscious was a pair of kind eyes in a sea of green.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or any of its affiliates. I do, however, own Sasha, so you can't have her.
I
It was bitter cold on the city streets. A soft snow was falling from the sky onto the busy shoppers hurrying from store to store in the holiday rush. The winter holidays were still two weeks away, but everyone acted as if it was the last day to buy gifts.
Sasha walked down the sidewalk, peering up at the buildings surrounding her. None of them looked familiar, nor did any of the street signs she passed. She scrunched her eyebrows together in concentration, trying to see if she could remember anything about where she was, who she was, what she was.
A strong gust of wind came billowing down the street, sending hats and scarves flying. Sasha shivered and pulled her trench coat more tightly around her. Her fingers were numb. She had been outside all day, walking the streets, getting strange looks from people for her silver hair and her strange way of walking. She couldn't' help her hair color. From what she could tell, and what she seemed to remember, her hair had always been silver. As for the way she walked, she couldn't help it if she staggered a bit every now and then. She had to keep her tail tucked under her coat and wrapped around her leg so that no one would see it. She wasn't used to walking without the extra balance her tail gave her.
Another gust of wind came, whipping Sasha's hair into her face. She had to get indoors, even if just for a little while. She looked up at the building she was approaching. It was some sort of big department store, with a name she did not recognize. Not that that was unusual anymore. She had been wandering the streets for two days, and she hadn't recognized anything yet.
Sasha went in through the revolving doors and began wandering the aisles of clothes, linens, appliances, and toys. Everything was decorated for the holiday season. She unbuttoned the top four buttons on her coat, allowing herself to keep from getting over heated. As she turned one corner, she caught a sudden movement out of the corner of her eye. Without thinking, she spun to face whatever was sneaking up on her and her hand went instinctively to her side, as though to grab something that wasn't there.
She found herself glaring at a dancing Santa Claus. He was wiggling his fat backside and singing "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" in a very jolly voice. Sasha's body relaxed and she turned away from the stupid novelty. Something in the back of her mind was set off and she found herself murmuring, "Humans come up with the stupidest things."
She kept walking down the aisles, reveling in the feeling of warmth returning to her fingers, toes, and nose.
"Excuse me, Miss, would you like to try our new fragrance?"
Sasha looked up at the sales woman. Sales girl, more like it. She didn't look much older than Sasha. Twenty maybe. She was a college student, Sasha guessed, probably at NYU.
"Yes, please," Sasha said politely, holding out her wrist.
The sales girl sprayed a small amount onto Sasha's out stretched wrist. "It's called Tsunami Passion, I'm sure you'll like it."
Sasha took a quick sniff of the sprayed area. It smelled good, like a flower garden. "Thank you."
The sales girl nodded. "If you don't mind me saying so, Miss, that necklace is very pretty. Do you mind if I...?" She reached out to touch the silver cylinder that hung from a chain on Sasha's neck. Sasha nodded permission, and the girl ran a finger over the cylinder and its strange symbols of emerald and ruby. "What does it mean?" she asked.
"I don't know," Sasha said as she gently, but quickly, pulled the token out of the girl's hand. "I don't remember." She the turned and walked away from the sales girl.
Sasha headed back outside. The bitter cold afternoon had turned into a bitter cold night. She knew she had to find a place to sleep, but she didn't know where.
She turned down a quiet side street and continued walking. There was no one on the street with her, but she still had the feeling that she was not alone. It felt as though she was being watched or...followed. Sasha stopped walking and looked behind her back down the street. It was empty. But she still was not certain that she was alone.
She began to walk again, but this time instead of just feeling something, she heard it. Footsteps. Two, actually, as if someone had almost forgotten to walk silently. They came from somewhere behind her. She turned again, and still saw no one. But she knew someone was following her She looked around. This was a bad street to be on. Most of the lights in the buildings were out, there was little to no traffic, and the only light came from a few streetlights along the sidewalk. It wasn't bright enough to read, much less defend oneself.
Still facing the direction she came, she began to walk backwards. She saw no movement within her line of sight, but that didn't mean that someone wasn't getting nearer to her. Sasha knew someone was going to attack her. She could feel it in her very being.
She had no weapon or cell phone, or anyway to protect herself, and so she did the one thing she had left. She turned and ran.
But she hadn't counted on her attackers to come at her from her front. After taking only a few steps two figures clothed entirely in black stepped out of an ally in front of Sasha and began running at her. Sasha stopped running and tried to back away from the figures, only to find herself backing into another person in black. The person behind her grabbed her by the arms, while another reached and tore open Sasha's trench coat .
Anger flared within Sasha. This was not how someone treated her. She deserved more respect from these people.
"Stop it!" she hissed as the man reached for her necklace. She kicked up at the his chest with all of her might, and he went flying backwards, hitting the wall behind him head first with a sickening crack.
The man behind Sasha let go, but before Sasha could react, he hit her in the back of the head, and she fell to the ground.
Things were going fuzzy. The pain in her head was excruciating. She tried to get up, but her head hurt too much. She didn't have to worry, though. As soon as Sasha hit the ground, four figures appeared, and three began to fight her attackers. The forth came over and knelt beside her. "You okay kid?"
Sasha looked up at him through her blurred vision. The last thing she saw before going unconscious was a pair of kind eyes in a sea of green.