Disclaimer: We do not own the TMNT, yes yes I own Cara and Kristy owns Kristy of course
In the middle of an empty street a woman stood, the waxy luminance of moonlight splashing over her darkly clad figure. As she turned to scope her surroundings through icy blue eyes, her dark brown hair cascaded around her hips. Her crimson lips formed a frown in frustration as a sigh of contempt escaped them.
She sank to one knee studying the ground carefully. Her scowl deepened when she found nothing; rising to her full posture she folded her arms across her chest. "They had to have been here! The clues all point in this direction. That can only mean that they've been here." She thought to herself as she tilted her head slightly to reveal a defying youthful face as well as an unnaturally pointed ear.
There was a snap behind her as a twig broke from somewhere beyond her vision. Quickly she whipped around, her hair swirling with the sudden movement. Her eyes glittered as the sheen of the moon played off the light in her eyes. With a sigh of defeat, she retraced her footsteps back to the alley where she had first thought she had found something. The paleness of her skin gave her an unnatural glow in the night; giving her the appearance of a spirit or ghost-like figure. Her movements were swift and nimble, and seemingly without flaw.
Once she had reached the spot where she thought she had found a trace of what she was searching for; she sank to the ground in a cross-legged position, a curtain of her silky brown hair slid over her shoulder hiding her facial features. She studied the ground going over the clues over and over in her mind. She sat up instantly at the sound of a very faint echo. Only her sensitive ears could've picked up the sound. She focused all her attention on the sound, blocking everything else out. There it was again, the sound of a television. Her brows furrowed in confusion. It was coming from the manhole cover. She flattened herself out on the ground and crept towards the cover, she placed her ear near the cover. There was no doubt that a television could be heard within.
Removing the manhole cover was a bigger job than she had expected. It took her well over a half hour to remove the cover and shove it to the side with a loud clatter. Slowly she crept down the ladder into the sewers; landing in the sewage water with a splash. She wrinkled her nose in disgust to the acrid aroma. Slowly she began her trek through the sewer system following the strange sound.
The sound grew steadily louder. Up ahead she found what looked like a blockage and headed in that direction. As she drew closer she realized that it was some sort of door that took up the space of the tunnel. However, as she swiftly stepped closer to the door, she unknowingly activated some sort of motion detector, and instantly the siren of an alarm exploded from somewhere she could not see.
In the span of several moments there was a bright flash and a cloud of smoke swirled around the teenager. Smoke filled her lungs and she choked on it, the corner of her vision going dark before being engulfed in it completely. Hitting the ground she heard a crack, a giant wave of pain suddenly veering up her arm though that was all she was able to process before finally being pulled deep into unconsciousness.
She awoke to the sound of hushed voices.
"We have to take her back to the surface." One demanded.
"We can't move her Leo unless you want to cause her further injury! Her arm looks injured, it may be broken, we can't move her until it's splintered and put into a cast." Another argued.
"Who cares, just put it in a cast and get her outta' here! She intruded and that's the price. Whatever you do, you better do it before she wakes up, 'cause I don't trust her"
"My sons! Calm yourselves, she shall stay here until her arm is properly cared for. I have questions that need answering." A wise voice said, silencing the others.
"I think she's wakin' up guys!"
She felt someone's warm breath against her cheek and shut her eyes tighter. A hand was placed on her forehead. Her eyes snapped open and she grabbed the hand and used the force of her weight to throw the person to the ground. She gave a cry of pain and clutched at her arm. Her vision blurred and she fell back into unconsciousness.
Slowly she came to consciousness again to find a giant humanoid turtle clad in a purple bandanna hovering over her and bandaging her arm. She sat up with quickly.
The turtle's eyes widened in surprise but adjusted, "It's okay I won't hurt you, lay back down so I can finish wrapping your arm."
She paid no heed to his words and glared at the purple banded turtle. Her rage took over and she jerked away from him wincing in pain as the mingled arm was torn away from his grip. "I've searched all my life for you and your brothers! You killed my sister!" The statement all but summed up her frustration and anger. She grinned with malice and reached for her belt to find it missing. She looked down aghast. "Y-you took it! You took my weapons and my belt!"
The whole time the turtle sat there calmly looking at her blankly. "Maybe you should sit down."
The girl stared at him with disgust but made no move.
He sighed, "Please, we won't hurt you. Let me explain but first let's start with names. My name's Donatello, you may call me Don if you wish." He looked at her expectantly.
Her face flushed with anger but she found herself almost helpless without her weapons, but decided to play his game. "Cara." She mumbled.
He gave a slight smile, "Now we're making progress, the other you threw earlier was our youngest brother Michelangelo."
She grinned slightly; feeling somewhat accomplished.
He turned his gaze back to her half wrapped arm. "Would you like me to finish what I had begun?" He asked in slight annoyance.
Cara sighed and sat back down offering him her arm, glaring at him continuously. The hatred burned more than ever against these humanoid turtles. How could she give up so easily, she'd do something to fix that, once purple-boy had left.
He finished bandaging her arm and smiled warmly. "There you go, all done. You'll be sleeping in Mikey's room; he's made a bed for you. Otherwise, you would be sleeping in the infirmary, but that was trashed by a certain turtle's temper tantrum."
She continued to glare. He sighed, "Come on, I won't do anything to you." He beckoned for her to follow. Cara hesitated but finally followed regretfully.
As she entered the cluttered room she found the one who was Michelangelo, but clad in an orange bandanna. At the sight of Cara he bounded to his feet and grinned stupidly. "Uhh, I got a bed ready for ya. It's not the best but it's comfy."
Cara tried desperately not to laugh at his feeble attempts to be a good host. She was successful in maintaining her glare. She thanked him grudgingly and lay on the mattress and drifted off to sleep almost instantly and against her own will.
Michelangelo quietly slipped out of his room and shut the door silently behind him. He tiptoed into the kitchen where he found his three other brothers waiting as well as his Sensei.
The blue clad turtle folded his arm across his plastron, while the one with the red bandanna scowled, "So what are we gonna do with that girl. She's obviously a threat ta us!"
"She thinks we've killed her sister…" Don answered thoughtfully.
"Well whatever her problem is we need to tell her the truth and make sure she believes us." The blue banded turtle answered calmly.
"It ain't gonna work that way Leo! She's got it through her head and it'll stay that way until some life changin' experience happens." The red banded turtle retorted, knowing from experience.
Don stole a glance towards his bedroom door. "Not so loud Raph, we don't want to wake Kristy."
"Of course Don, you wouldn't wanna' wake yer sleepin' beauty." Raph grinned.
Donnie blushed, "It's not like that Raph, I mean, I-I-I…we just met her!" He stammered.
"That doesn't mean you don't have feelin's for her." Raph argued.
Don rolled his eyes but he couldn't help the blushing that crept to his cheeks and was increasing in intensity by each passing moment.
"My sons, Cara shall stay with us. I do not know why, but there is a reason Cara came to us." Master Splinter replied simply, interrupting the little masquerade between the two brothers.
Silence overtook the room at the mention of Cara's name, as if the slightest noise would bring her out.
Raph finally broke the silence and turned to Mikey, "You've been quiet this whole time, what's buggin' ya Mikey?"
Mikey looked at Raphael in surprise, "Uhh… It's nothin' just sleepy I guess" He replied quickly.
Before anybody could ask Mikey further questions Leo took his usual role as leader, "C'mon guys it's getting late and we have to be up early for warm-ups." Each turtle rolled their eyes in aggravation and retired to their bedrooms. Five sets of doors shut quietly and the lair fell into silence.
A/N: Please please please R and R!