Chapter 2 is Here!

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Chapter 2: Sewer Sweet Sewer

If you ask Jean what time now it was currently, she wouldn't have a clue.

She had been running in the sewers for what felt like hours on end since the boy had sealed the hole in floor. She had been running in the dark for endless minutes. She was out of breath. Her shoes and socks wet;damp. Her body ached, her lungs out of breath and overexerted. She needed to rest, but how could she? How did she know the ninja didn't follow her, just to finish her in here. Jean made another turn.

Immediately, she tripped on her own foot. She landed face first in the sewage. "Terrific."

The girl stumbled back onto her feet. She tried to start running again, but winced in pain. Jean looked down to see that her right ankle to see burns and scratches all across it. She questioned herself how she didn't know about it before hand. However that didn't stop her, Jean continued down the sewers, limping.

"Lady Luck is sure on my side today," she said sarcastically. "...Why am I talking to myself ? "

*Splish Splash*

Jeans thoughts and sounds silenced.

*Splish Splash Splish*

Someone else was in there with her.

Jean darted into the sewers even more. She couldn't risk another chance to by found by that ninja, if it even was him. She needed to find a way out of here. Making twists and turns, it was like a maze, an eternal cycle of waste and rats. A sharp pain hit her lungs. Catching her breath, Jean grabbed one of many pipes on the sewers walls for support. She got up again, proud of herself, she smirked. Then she heard a noise of a machine releasing pressure. Jean looked at the hand that was holding the pipes. She was holding on to a lever. A lever.

Jean deadpanned. "You have got to be-"

The floor disappeared underneath her feet and Jean fell into darkness once more. Lucky for her, it wasn't a long fall down, because she was getting really tired of falling.

Jean fell onto solid ground, which was surprisingly soft. She looked down to see wait she had landed on. It was a HUGE amount of empty, smelly, damp, pizza boxes. Considering this was New York, Jean was not surprised. She just wonder who could eat that much pizza.

Jean looked around in the area she was in. There was a single tunnel, with the dimmest light possible shining through. Jean got a happy smile on her face. It could be a way out! She followed the light, entering the tunnel, not thinking of the consequences. As she got deeper into the tunnel the light got brighter and brighter, until finally reaching the exit. But to her disappointment, it wasn't to the surface.

It was a drainage area, from what Chloe had said in the tour, but it was decked out as a home. The area itself was old itself, with little water in the system. The tour guide had said that most older areas of the sewer system was drained out since the late 1900's. The furniture was another story. They weren't dusty or destroyed in any way. Instead, they looked brand new, but Jean knew they weren't from this time. Jean wondered if anyone was still living here. She began to look for any signs of life. Best place to look first, is the kitchen. Always look in the kitchen first.

The kitchen an another platform, away from where Jean had entered. It was quite small, but quaint. It had a old refrigerator and oven, counter tops and cabinets, and an island in the center with 7 chairs around it. Jean placed her had on the counter tops. It was cold to the touch, but smooth. Jean then grabbed one of the chairs and looked in upper cabinets. Nothing inside in any of them. Jean stepped down and put the chair back. She then decided to look inside the fridge. She grabbed the bottom handle and opened the fridge. And to her surprise, it was more pizza. What is it with this place and pizza? Jean closed the fridge and looked into the freezer. She became horrified.

Inside was a monster. A delicious, hideous, monster. It mewled in anger for being disturbed. It hissed and launched its claws at Jean. Jean cried out, and closed the freezer shut. Hyperventilating out of fear, Jean wondered who in their right mind would make such a creature. She took a deep breath and calmed down a bit. Jean walked only a few feet away when she began to hear loud and sad meowing. She stopped and looked back at the freezer.

'That thing attacked you, why care?'

The meowing got louder and louder, as if crying for guilt was too much.

She sighed and walked back. Jean opened the freezer. The creature was a mutant cat. But it was made out of Neapolitan ice cream. Jean was wondering if should save it or eat it. It's eyes looked directly into Jeans, looking for help. It's meow was weak and sad. And now that Jean wasn't afraid of it anymore, it was actually cute. Jean broke. She couldn't leave it. It was looking for help.

"Hold on, I will be back, I just need to find a cooler or something to put you into."

"Meow!"

Jean smiled and closed it gently. She turned around and wondered where she would find a walked around a bit, away from the kitchen. She quickly found a hall with four doors and a larger door that was hidden away all the way in the back. Jean decided to look in the four small rooms first.

She went into the first door on the right. It had the name "'Leonardo'" carved in it. Jean opened the door with looked like a teenagers room. She found inside a clean, organized room, with a strong theme of the color blue. The bed was in the left corner, completely untouched for a while. Posters of old series were on the walls, Star trek, Star Wars, Dragon Ball Z, Pac-man and many more. It had an old shelf with stacked books and a little bonsai tree on top. Next to books were racks, racks that were missing something, Jean didn't know what. But there was no cooler.

Jean left and closed the door behind her. She went to room across the one she just left. Another name was carved into the door. "'Raphael'".

'What is this? The Renaissance?'

Jean looked inside Raphael's room. It wasn't as clean as Leonardo's, but it wasn't a complete mess. And like the other room is had a strong color theme, but this time is was red. In the right corner there was drum set. There was also a punching bag hung up on the ceiling. There was also a hole in the wall, a few holes actually. They only thing she found similar to the first room was the posters on the wall and a rack with nothing on it. And alas, there is no cooler in this room either.

Jean left Raphael's room and to go to the third room. "'Donatello'" it read.

'That's a strange coincidence'.

Jean opened the door. It had a purple theme to it this time instead of red or blue. Next to the bed there was a large desk. On top of the desk was machines and test tubes for science purposes. On the left wall, there was an even larger bookcase, four times the size of Leonardo's bookcase. There was also more posters on the walls but instead of old games and movies, it had famous scientists on them. Jean found that the coincidence between this Donatello and Donatello Hamato was a little stronger then she thought. But again, no freaking cooler.

Jean went to the 4th and last door. This one had "'Michelangelo'". She could barely get the door open. Inside were piles of garbage, toys, action figures, movies, and other stuff forgotten a long time ago. Jean noticed that the color of the blanket of the bed was orange, she was surprised she was able to see the bed even. Then something caught her eye.

'A COOLER!'

It sat high on one of the piles, like a king. Jean jumped into the sea of garbage. She gritted her teeth as she kept on stepping on hard objects. When she got to the cooler king's pile, she had to jump to even touch the cooler it was so tall. Jean kept getting frustrated every time she could grab it. Then she grabbed it with a mighty leap!

"AHA, Victory! Now I can leave."

The pile tilted a little. A sweat drop left Jean's forehead. The pile tipped over.

"BAD DAY! BAD DAY! BAD DAY!-", Jean shouted as the garbage fell on her.

After 15 minutes of scrambling out Michelangelo's room, Jean cursed and ran back to the kitchen. The mutant cat meowed happily seeing the girl again. Now if you thought getting the cooler was hard. You were wrong. Very wrong. Jean tried to pick the ice cream cat up, but it just slipped out out of her hands like butter, or ice cream in this case. Jean then tried to pick him up with spoons, but that ended terribly. She ended up sliding the cat into the cooler.

Jean grabbed a few ice packs from the freezers to keep the cooler cold. She had the cooler in her hands with the lid open. The cat looked up her. "Meow!"

Jean stared at the cat, it's beady black eyes looked at her, excited.

"But what to call you? Hmmmm."

"Meow."

"...I think I'll just call you Ice-Cream Kitty for now, Is that alright?"

"Meow! Meow!"

"Haha, I'll take that as a yes. Now I have to close the lid now, okay?"

Ice-Cream Kitty meowed in response, tucking it's head in. Jean closed the lid and put the cooler in her left hand.

'Now to get out of here.'

Jean went back to the hall with the five rooms. She had one room left. Jean wondered if that was exit. She walked down the hall. She went up to the last door. It didn't have a handle, so she couldn't push or pull it. Jean tried sliding it. It went wide open. Inside wasn't the exit Jean was hoping for, but Jean was in awe. A large tree was in the center of wait looked like a training room. The branches had entered the ceiling and the roots were coming out of the ground. Even without sun, the tree was able to survive on it's own. It was a beautiful site, maybe she should draw it later.

Jean walked inside. She noticed a dress mirror on the wall. She walked toward it to she reflection.

'Dang, I'm a hot mess.'

Jean's dark brown hair, almost black, was scorched on the ends by the fire. The heat also made her natural beach wave frizz was way worse. On her face, there was scratches under her dark brown eyes. Her snow paled skin was covered in scratches and burns. Her black sweatshirt was missing a sleeve and her jeans were torn up with her sneaker's soles were coming lose. Jean laughed at herself. Caleb was gonna kill her for being a fashion mistake.

Her laughter died out. Jean wondered how her friends were doing. Hercules was going to be fine, nothing stops him. Her main worry was Caleb and Wilbur. Caleb may have sass but he wasn't strong and Wilbur's asthma gets in the way. More determined to find a way out, Jean left her reflection.

She walked around the room more. She looked for any sign for a way up, a ladder, a loose ceiling panel, anything. Jean thinks of climbing the tree when she see something out of the ordinary.

"My family..."

Jean's eyes widen. It was the same voice. That same voice that was before the fire. She tried calling out to it, nothing but silence in response.

Her eyes wandered to the thing that made the voice react. Soon, Jean found herself walking towards it. She stopped when it was clear enough to see what it was. It was some sort of Japanese shrine. It had candles and incense on top along with two photo. The first photo was black and white with a three person family. A man and woman in kimonos, with a small baby within the woman's arms. They look so happy.

When Jean looked at the second photo, her eyes soften. This photo was colored and it had a lot more people in it, including mutants. In total, there were 7 in the picture total, with smiles reaching across their faces. 2 people were humans. One was a girl that was black with curly hair matching, with a yellow sweatshirt and diamond earrings. The second human was a boy with jet black hair and blue eyes. He had a navy blue sweatshirt and he was holding a hockey mask. One mutant was an rat mutant. He was older then the others in the picture and he was wearing a red kimono with 2 flowers on it. Just by seeing in his eyes, Jean could tell he was wise.

The last 4, were turtle mutants. 4 brothers by Jeans guess. They all had different colored masks on. Blue. Red. Purple. Orange.

'Those rooms earlier, they must have belonged to them'

Leonardo. Raphael. Donatello. Michelangelo. Those were there names.

Raphael, was the shortest brother, but he was the bulkiest. His eyes were green, which was rare for a turtle. He had a chip in his shell, which Jean thought that fitted him perfectly with the way his room is. Michelangelo had blue eyes and freckles. He was only a little taller then Raphael. Out of all of people in the picture, his was the brightest. Donatello was the tallest out of everyone except the rat mutant who was still unnamed. He was also the skinniest with a dorky smile. His eyes were a amber brown. When Jean looked at Leonardo, her heart tugged at her chest.

'Why? Why does he look so familiar?'

His blue eyes were kind and he was the second tallest. He was average size and height. And yet, he looked like someone Jean knew. She just didn't know who.

Ice-Cream Kitty started to meow which snapped Jean out of her thoughts.

"What's wrong? Ya hungry buddy?"

Her next movement was stopped. A staff made of wood came up to Jean's up, which made her froze in fear. Sweat dripped from her face. Was it him? The ninja boy?

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

It wasn't him, It was someone different.

"...My name is Donatello Hamato, this is my home you are trespassing on. I will repeat myself."

Jean quietly gasped. 'The Donatello in the picture, the one who lived here...It was him?!'

"Who are you?"

Sorry! Gotta end on a cliff hanger! :3 hehehe

I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry it took so long, school takes up so much time, am I right?

Hope to you have a wonderful day!

Soldier Out!