Chapter Six - Attacked
Casey had gone into a panic when he realised that Sarah had froze, but it was too late. The bat hit her square on the left cheekbone and she flew back, hitting the ground hard. Her scream still rung in his ears. He dropped the bat and ran to her, dropping to his knees. A bruise had already started to form and she was unconscious. As a few other gym members started to gather, he realised he had to leave. The last thing he wanted were assault charges on him. He crabbed the bat, then picked up Sarah, running out of the building and into the street, getting into the first cab he could stop.
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Sarah's eyes flickered as she started to come too. She let out a groan as the pain and the memories finally caught up to her. Casey kneeled beside her and took her palm into his hands. He had felt so guilty over what had happened, even though it had been an accident.
"Hey girl" he said as she looked at him. She looked around the unfamilar room.
"Casey" she whisphered "where am I?"
"At my apartment. I didn't know where to go..."
"It's okay." She gave him a weak smile. She had remembered that she'd had another flashback while they were sparring.
"I should've taken your advice." Casey was taken back. She wasn't mad, like he thought she would have been.
"I don't think you cheekbone's fractured...." he looked to he floor ashamed. He could get carried away when he was sparring, but she was female, he shouldn't have gone so hard....
"Casey, look at me. It wasn't your fault." He looked at her, the guilt dropping as he saw nothing but a friendly warmth radiating from her face.
"I remembered what happened. The hit put things into prospective. You are my friend, not my enemy. Sorry for being such a bitch." She patted his hand and tried to sit up. This had been one of her worst injuries yet. It had totally knocked her out. She chuckled to herself, she hadn't meant it to be a pun.
Casey looked at her. Just when he thought he knew her, she had showed him another side.
"So your not pissed?"
"Not with you anyway, though, they will pay. I will avenge my father's death... at least it was quick...." her voice trailed as a single tear made its way down her cheek. Casey reached forward and brushed it away with the back of his hand.
"You're not gonna do anything stupid are you?" She looked at him surprised.
"No, for the time being, just some recon. I want to know what i'm up against." He got up and headed for the kitchen, pleased by her answer. She was as bad as him at times.
"Anything to drink? Coffee, tea... soda?"
"Anything stronger? Scotch?" She didn't hear anything. "Casey, you okay?" She called to him.
"Yeah, just didn't expect that" he said from the other room. His livingroom opened up into the kitchen, the two rooms separated by a breakfast bar.
"Yeah, well it was a shock, lemme tell you that." She got up and slowly made her way to the breakfast bench.
"I'm going for a walk. Want anything?"
"Sarah I don't think....."
"I need some fresh air"
"Try the roof top, at least it'll be quiet" Yeah and I can keep an eye on you too, he thought to himself. She nodded and slowly made her way to the window. She climbed out and onto the fire escape. Casey sighed. She difinitely was a handful. He crabbed his soda, and followed Sarah. He had been mucking around with an old radio and had left it by the window.
Sarah looked around at the view. It sure was a beautiful part of town. She had always liked Greenwich Village, even before she had come. In the late afternoon, it looked even better. She turned to Casey.
"Got any binoculars? The view's sure goregous"
"Yeah, here" and he handed them to her.
"You just happened to have 'em on you? What are you, a peeping tom?"
"No, it's so I can watch the streets below..." he looked up to her, and caught her grinning.
"Geez Sarah, you're such a shit stirrer!" She gave him a small bow.
"Why thank you..." she had started to laugh, but stopped when her cheek had started to throb.
"How come you're in such a good mood?"
"I just know what I havta do, and until then, I'm gonna enjoy my stay here, how about you? Didn't you go out last night?" Casey's smile vanished and he went quiet. He had tried not to think about it.
"Did something happen?" She got up and sat beside him.
"No, just weird"
"Ooh, tell me, pretty please?" He had to smile. He liked her like this. Being more 'female' suited her, rather than her being a bitch all the time.
"I was in the park, and I came across something, though i'm not too sure what. Geez, I really hate punkers, especially bold ones with green makeup. He had a red face mask too." Sarah's heart jumped into her throat. She hadn't been imagining things. "And he kinda moved like you." Sarah froze.
"He?"
"Yeah, he" Sarah started to back off. It couldn't be possible. Casey picked up on her strange behaviour.
"What? What's wrong?" He looked into her eyes and saw nothing but terror. The realization of what this meant, scared her.
"I... I think that I ran into him as well" Casey glared at her. "He was hesitant. He didn't want to be seen, but I saw, he looked like a giant turtle, angry, but a good guy, definitely a good guy." Sarah sat there for a moment in silence. If what she suspected was true, then her friends were not alone. If he was the only one, she knew the girls would fight for him, but from the experience she had in the sewer almost a month ago made her think twice. Just the very thought made her shudder and as a slight breeze had come up, she stood up to take her leave. The girls were barely in their teens. Their training not complete. She decided there and then that she wasn't going to tell them, not just yet. They were still minors, and with the ooze running through their veins, there was no telling what their hormones would be like.
"Where're you goin'?" Casey asked, as he fitted the back onto the small radio.
"Inside" she slowly made her way inside, then moved to the hallway mirror. It looked worse than she felt. Her left cheek was badly bruised, and her eye was bloodshot. She had wanted to get some of her stuff, but not looking like that. She crabbed an ice pack from the fridge and made herself comfortable on Casey's couch. Before she knew it, she was sound asleep.
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"C'mon Sarah, wake up!" She could barely make out Casey's voice. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, the urgency in his voice startling her.
"What? What's wrong?" She watched him racing around the apartment.
"The green guy, his on a rooftop not too far from here"
"So?"
"I think some of your friends are there too"
"Friends?"
"Those ninja scumbags." She went to stand, Casey came foward pushing her gently back down onto the couch.
"Oh no you don't, not this time. This isn't your fight!" She glared at him.
"Like it's yours!"
"I can't leave him...."
"But..."
"No! And that's final, besides, I didn't wunna tell ya, but you've got a mild concussion. Stay here!" With that he left the room, slamming the door behind him. Sarah got up and crabbed the binoculars off the breakfast bench and headed to the fire escape. After panning the view, she came to the rooftop in question. She gasped when she saw him. He was indeed a turtle, just like her friends. As the rooftop was filled with blackclad ninjas, she watched on in silence. There was nothing she could do in her present condition. She cursed herself for not being more careful. She watched on in horror as he was overpowered. He was strong and good, but his technique needed some improvement.
She turned her sights to a nearby ninja, and then it hit her. The Foot Clan her father's voice popped into her head from the dark recesses of her memory. She then cried out as she saw them pick up the unconscious turtle and drop him onto what looked like a skylight. She packed away, tears filling her eyes. She slowly made her way back to the apartment. She was debating whether she should go or not. She saw one of Casey's baseball bats lying on the ground and she picked it up. They would pay..... but not tonight. She put it back down, instead reaching for his Raybans on the endtable. She had to know. She left the apartment, putting the glasses on as she slammed the door behind her.
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She arrived just as the fire trucks pulled up. She looked up at the burning building and hoped that noone was still inside.
"What are you doing here?" She heard a female voice and turned around. It was Jessica. She was dressed all in black, her lip split and swollen.
"What happened to you?" She asked, pointing to her cheek.
"Sparring accident... and you?" Jessica looked at her surprised. Did she know? She paused for a moment.
"Yeah me too... so what are you doing here?" She asked again. Sarah hesitated.
"I could see the fire from where I was and came to see..." her eyes narrowed with suspicion as she noticed that Jessica was trying to hide something from her. Sarah caught on and snatched the item from her. It was a black hood and a red headband. She stepped away from her.
"Sarah... I can explain!" Sarah turned and ran into a nearby alley, Jessica following her.
"Stay away from me! How COULD you?"
"What?" Jessica asked innocently.
"How could you betray me? The Foot Clan are nothing but a bunch of murdeous thieves!"
"What are you talking about?" Anger consumed her. Without thinking, Sarah raised her hand and slapped her sister.
"They killed my father! You are no longer my sister!" Jessica held her burning cheek with tears in her eyes. She didn't know that. She would have to look into the matter.
"Sarah.. I"
"I've had enough of you and your shit Jesse! You heard what I said!" She turned and started to walk away, when she felt a hand crab her arm, and she spun to face the person.
"Just one word of advice, the place is still swarming with Foot, you better keep your voice down." Sarah didn't say anything, but looked Jesse up and down, malice filling her eyes. She turned and walked out of the alley in silence.
~ Chapter Seven ~ Up Soon!
Casey had gone into a panic when he realised that Sarah had froze, but it was too late. The bat hit her square on the left cheekbone and she flew back, hitting the ground hard. Her scream still rung in his ears. He dropped the bat and ran to her, dropping to his knees. A bruise had already started to form and she was unconscious. As a few other gym members started to gather, he realised he had to leave. The last thing he wanted were assault charges on him. He crabbed the bat, then picked up Sarah, running out of the building and into the street, getting into the first cab he could stop.
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Sarah's eyes flickered as she started to come too. She let out a groan as the pain and the memories finally caught up to her. Casey kneeled beside her and took her palm into his hands. He had felt so guilty over what had happened, even though it had been an accident.
"Hey girl" he said as she looked at him. She looked around the unfamilar room.
"Casey" she whisphered "where am I?"
"At my apartment. I didn't know where to go..."
"It's okay." She gave him a weak smile. She had remembered that she'd had another flashback while they were sparring.
"I should've taken your advice." Casey was taken back. She wasn't mad, like he thought she would have been.
"I don't think you cheekbone's fractured...." he looked to he floor ashamed. He could get carried away when he was sparring, but she was female, he shouldn't have gone so hard....
"Casey, look at me. It wasn't your fault." He looked at her, the guilt dropping as he saw nothing but a friendly warmth radiating from her face.
"I remembered what happened. The hit put things into prospective. You are my friend, not my enemy. Sorry for being such a bitch." She patted his hand and tried to sit up. This had been one of her worst injuries yet. It had totally knocked her out. She chuckled to herself, she hadn't meant it to be a pun.
Casey looked at her. Just when he thought he knew her, she had showed him another side.
"So your not pissed?"
"Not with you anyway, though, they will pay. I will avenge my father's death... at least it was quick...." her voice trailed as a single tear made its way down her cheek. Casey reached forward and brushed it away with the back of his hand.
"You're not gonna do anything stupid are you?" She looked at him surprised.
"No, for the time being, just some recon. I want to know what i'm up against." He got up and headed for the kitchen, pleased by her answer. She was as bad as him at times.
"Anything to drink? Coffee, tea... soda?"
"Anything stronger? Scotch?" She didn't hear anything. "Casey, you okay?" She called to him.
"Yeah, just didn't expect that" he said from the other room. His livingroom opened up into the kitchen, the two rooms separated by a breakfast bar.
"Yeah, well it was a shock, lemme tell you that." She got up and slowly made her way to the breakfast bench.
"I'm going for a walk. Want anything?"
"Sarah I don't think....."
"I need some fresh air"
"Try the roof top, at least it'll be quiet" Yeah and I can keep an eye on you too, he thought to himself. She nodded and slowly made her way to the window. She climbed out and onto the fire escape. Casey sighed. She difinitely was a handful. He crabbed his soda, and followed Sarah. He had been mucking around with an old radio and had left it by the window.
Sarah looked around at the view. It sure was a beautiful part of town. She had always liked Greenwich Village, even before she had come. In the late afternoon, it looked even better. She turned to Casey.
"Got any binoculars? The view's sure goregous"
"Yeah, here" and he handed them to her.
"You just happened to have 'em on you? What are you, a peeping tom?"
"No, it's so I can watch the streets below..." he looked up to her, and caught her grinning.
"Geez Sarah, you're such a shit stirrer!" She gave him a small bow.
"Why thank you..." she had started to laugh, but stopped when her cheek had started to throb.
"How come you're in such a good mood?"
"I just know what I havta do, and until then, I'm gonna enjoy my stay here, how about you? Didn't you go out last night?" Casey's smile vanished and he went quiet. He had tried not to think about it.
"Did something happen?" She got up and sat beside him.
"No, just weird"
"Ooh, tell me, pretty please?" He had to smile. He liked her like this. Being more 'female' suited her, rather than her being a bitch all the time.
"I was in the park, and I came across something, though i'm not too sure what. Geez, I really hate punkers, especially bold ones with green makeup. He had a red face mask too." Sarah's heart jumped into her throat. She hadn't been imagining things. "And he kinda moved like you." Sarah froze.
"He?"
"Yeah, he" Sarah started to back off. It couldn't be possible. Casey picked up on her strange behaviour.
"What? What's wrong?" He looked into her eyes and saw nothing but terror. The realization of what this meant, scared her.
"I... I think that I ran into him as well" Casey glared at her. "He was hesitant. He didn't want to be seen, but I saw, he looked like a giant turtle, angry, but a good guy, definitely a good guy." Sarah sat there for a moment in silence. If what she suspected was true, then her friends were not alone. If he was the only one, she knew the girls would fight for him, but from the experience she had in the sewer almost a month ago made her think twice. Just the very thought made her shudder and as a slight breeze had come up, she stood up to take her leave. The girls were barely in their teens. Their training not complete. She decided there and then that she wasn't going to tell them, not just yet. They were still minors, and with the ooze running through their veins, there was no telling what their hormones would be like.
"Where're you goin'?" Casey asked, as he fitted the back onto the small radio.
"Inside" she slowly made her way inside, then moved to the hallway mirror. It looked worse than she felt. Her left cheek was badly bruised, and her eye was bloodshot. She had wanted to get some of her stuff, but not looking like that. She crabbed an ice pack from the fridge and made herself comfortable on Casey's couch. Before she knew it, she was sound asleep.
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"C'mon Sarah, wake up!" She could barely make out Casey's voice. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, the urgency in his voice startling her.
"What? What's wrong?" She watched him racing around the apartment.
"The green guy, his on a rooftop not too far from here"
"So?"
"I think some of your friends are there too"
"Friends?"
"Those ninja scumbags." She went to stand, Casey came foward pushing her gently back down onto the couch.
"Oh no you don't, not this time. This isn't your fight!" She glared at him.
"Like it's yours!"
"I can't leave him...."
"But..."
"No! And that's final, besides, I didn't wunna tell ya, but you've got a mild concussion. Stay here!" With that he left the room, slamming the door behind him. Sarah got up and crabbed the binoculars off the breakfast bench and headed to the fire escape. After panning the view, she came to the rooftop in question. She gasped when she saw him. He was indeed a turtle, just like her friends. As the rooftop was filled with blackclad ninjas, she watched on in silence. There was nothing she could do in her present condition. She cursed herself for not being more careful. She watched on in horror as he was overpowered. He was strong and good, but his technique needed some improvement.
She turned her sights to a nearby ninja, and then it hit her. The Foot Clan her father's voice popped into her head from the dark recesses of her memory. She then cried out as she saw them pick up the unconscious turtle and drop him onto what looked like a skylight. She packed away, tears filling her eyes. She slowly made her way back to the apartment. She was debating whether she should go or not. She saw one of Casey's baseball bats lying on the ground and she picked it up. They would pay..... but not tonight. She put it back down, instead reaching for his Raybans on the endtable. She had to know. She left the apartment, putting the glasses on as she slammed the door behind her.
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She arrived just as the fire trucks pulled up. She looked up at the burning building and hoped that noone was still inside.
"What are you doing here?" She heard a female voice and turned around. It was Jessica. She was dressed all in black, her lip split and swollen.
"What happened to you?" She asked, pointing to her cheek.
"Sparring accident... and you?" Jessica looked at her surprised. Did she know? She paused for a moment.
"Yeah me too... so what are you doing here?" She asked again. Sarah hesitated.
"I could see the fire from where I was and came to see..." her eyes narrowed with suspicion as she noticed that Jessica was trying to hide something from her. Sarah caught on and snatched the item from her. It was a black hood and a red headband. She stepped away from her.
"Sarah... I can explain!" Sarah turned and ran into a nearby alley, Jessica following her.
"Stay away from me! How COULD you?"
"What?" Jessica asked innocently.
"How could you betray me? The Foot Clan are nothing but a bunch of murdeous thieves!"
"What are you talking about?" Anger consumed her. Without thinking, Sarah raised her hand and slapped her sister.
"They killed my father! You are no longer my sister!" Jessica held her burning cheek with tears in her eyes. She didn't know that. She would have to look into the matter.
"Sarah.. I"
"I've had enough of you and your shit Jesse! You heard what I said!" She turned and started to walk away, when she felt a hand crab her arm, and she spun to face the person.
"Just one word of advice, the place is still swarming with Foot, you better keep your voice down." Sarah didn't say anything, but looked Jesse up and down, malice filling her eyes. She turned and walked out of the alley in silence.
~ Chapter Seven ~ Up Soon!