I am not sure how I even got there. I only remember being powerless to stop them from hurting
me. I could not utter a word for help as they continued to discipline me. I remember
someone stepping in and saving me. From there, my mind blacked out.
/ Earlier...
Jumping from rooftop to rooftop was a normal thing for the four brothers, an excuse to go outside and see what was happening in the world above. On such a night, the shadows would aid them in spying, maybe helping someone here and there from a gang or something.
"I swear, each night gets more boring than the last!" one of the figures complained. "No more bad guys to beat up and us to play hero."
"For once, I have to agree with Mikey. Gang members are roaming around less and less often."
"Doesn't mean they're not planning something, Don." glared another. "Hun is still out there. For far too long we've let him slip by!"
"Calm down Leo. We hate him as much as the next guy, but you don't need ta snap at Don."
"Wow, Raph! You the look-at-me-your-dead or I'll-pound-the-shell-out-of-you one of us? Man, the gangs aren't the only ones changing." He dodged as one of them tried to take a whack at him.
"Nyah-hah! Getting slow, aren't we Raphie?" Mikey soon collided into a cable antennae. "Ow."
"What's that?" Don stopped. Down below, the cracks of something hitting flesh was heard. All four brothers gathered around at the edge of the building. Not unusual, people ganging up on someone. A few things different. The three mobbers were all dressed in black cloaks. Usually gang members would wear their symbols proudly on their arms or clothes. Second, they were using whips to hurt the guy. Third, there was something wrong with the dude getting hurt. Leo got up.
"Shall we?"
"That's my line, bro." Raph twirled his sais. "This is gonna be good."
The rest of them unsheathed their weapons and leaped down. The three hesitated and looked back. The person on the floor was bleeding heavily, horribly cut in some areas. He lay limp on the floor, almost like a dead corpse. One of the people, the leader by the looks, jerked his head in their direction. "Mayonaka. Jisatsu." his masculine voice sounded
The others next to him, a female and male from their body gestures, let down their hoods.
"Big brother is especially generous today."
"Yes," the male agreed. "He wants to see more blood."
"Your blood will be the one to be spilled if you don't leave now." Leo spoke up.
Black wings unfurled from their back and spread to either of their sides, as if they were going to hit them with their wings. Dark daggers cut at the brothers, hissing through air, as sharp as a fine blade.
"What the shell!" Don yelled as he narrowly missed the dagger. Beneath all their training and experience, a few of the daggers got through.
"Is that all you've got?"
"Uh, Raph! Don't intimidate the people with sharp weaponry!" Mikey shrieked.
With a snap of his fingers, the others stopped their flurry of blades.
"We have done enough. Come, let us go home."
"But brother-!"
Beneath the shadow of his hood, their leader smiled maliciously. "Now, now. What will there be left if we finish off the sad excuse for a god now? Besides, our work here is done."
With a disappointed look back, the three left into the shadows.
"Get back here! I ain't done with you yet!" Raph roared.
"Knock it off Raphael." Leonardo said sternly. He growled in response and glared at him.
Donatello put down his staff next to the stranger and checked its pulse.
"He's still breathing, but barely."
"Come on Leo. We have to bring them back to the lair. He'll die out here."Mikey said aloud as he saw the blue-banded brother slowly walk away.
"And risk exposing ourselves? How do we know he's not a spy?" he snapped back.
"Leo. You have to admit, even if it was just an act, they beat him pretty badly. And if it's not, well, why did they nearly beat him to death?" consulted the smarter one.
The oldest sighed and looked at the body, slowly watching the chest rise and fall with each breath.
He sighed. "Fine. But he only stays until he is well, then he leaves."
"Guys?" They all looked to see Don seemingly holding her head up in mid-air. Second glance, they could see a pair of triangle ears, pink cat ears. Now lying next to the man was a purple cat tail, skinny around the base and longer, thick at the end.
"Okay, so he ain't human either."
The situation was getting more and more complicated for Leo. Protecting his family and abandoning someone in need battled in his mind. He sighed again, more angry at the burden of now having to care for someone else now.
"Don. You carry him. Raph, Mikey, go look for the nearest manhole."
"Yes, fearless leader." Mikey gave a dramatic bow and ran off with Raph.
Don picked up the guy, who was surprisingly light, and carefully cradled him, fearing if he draped him across his shoulder, some of the wounds may open wider and make an even bloodier mess. Long hair fell down from his shoulders, caked in blood.
'How unusual for a guy to have this long of hair. Then again,' Don tried to think light of the situation. 'Could be worse. I'll never understand humans.'
A/N: Yes? No? Honestly, does anyone really read what I type down here? - ;;
