A/N: This story is inspired by my little sister. She is the role model for my OC. Enjoy and review!
Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT
Shivers ran up her spine as she hurried along the slick chain of rooftops. The gravel helped steady her footing, but only just. After gaining enough strength, she had hesitantly left the dark closet and gathered a few things from her room, avoiding the kitchen completely, and stuffing them in a small backpack on her floor. After tugging on her tennis shoes and grabbing a large coat from the floor of the closet, she clawed her way through the window and climbed up fire escape. The sky began to drizzle as she pulled herself up over the edge of the building and rolling to her back. She didn't want to be here when the cops showed up. They would take her away and tear her away from everything she knew, and kindly try to explain what had happened. Not that she didn't know or that her life had already been torn to shreds when that shot fired. She would rather find her own way to survive, rather than have adults keep her captive for who knows how long,
Without thinking, a single tear slipped down her cheek as she dropped a few feet to the next building. She had no idea where she was going, but she didn't care. She just wanted out.
The soft drizzle turned to a down pour and she began shaking. She looked around for some place to hide from the rain, but there was nothing but level gravel as far as she could see on the expanse of rooftops. She stumbled along, now finding it hard to see where she was going because of the sheets of water that fell from the sky. Her hair stuck to her face, and she fell to her knees with a soft cry at the edge of a roof. There was no where else to go. There was no possible way to jump the twenty feet to get to the next building, and she couldn't go down to street level because the cops would surely be looking for her. She curled into a ball and tugged the jacket over as much of herself as she could. A clap of thunder sounded and she sobbed herself to sleep in the pouring rain.
The last bit of sunlight began to fade as Leo flew over the hard cement, racing away from his brothers. He had just jumped across an alleyway when heard the gunshot. He ran in the direction the sound had come from without thinking. Two more shots fired, and hopped down on the fire escape in time to see a body crumple to the ground. There was another body on the ground, and blood splatters everywhere. He cringed at the sight and prepared to jump back to the roof when a faint scream reached his ears. Worried that there was another person in danger, he quietly pried open the window and stepped inside, avoiding the shattered dishes and knocked over chairs that littered the floor. He carefully made his way to a hallway and froze when he heard a door open. He made sure he was still alone and then swiftly ducked into the shadows at the end of the hall. More noises came from behind the door he was pressed against. He could tell there was only one small person walking around. He heard a zipper and then the tear of fabric. A soft clatter made him aware that someone was on the fire escape. After a few moment of silence, he cautiously opened up the door and let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Papers, small toys, and clothes covered the ground. The door to the closet lay ajar and a quick scan of the room revealed that Leo was alone. Small glass dishes and dolls intermingled with crayon drawings and toy cars. Leo picked up a particularly interesting drawing that had caught his eye. A stick figure girl with a crown sat huddled in one corner while two other stick figures appeared to be fighting in the other corner. A soft grunt brought Leo back to the situation at hand. It had come from outside the window, and Leo noticed that the window screen had been knocked out and now lay broken on the last landing of the fire escape. Curious, he daintily moved it to the side and climbed his way to the roof. He was startled to see a small figure stumbling across the rooftop. It began to drizzle, and Leo invisibly followed the person. The person came to the edge of the roof, and he thought they would stop, but they fell the few feet to the next building. The rain picked up intensity, and it wasn't long before Leo had to move closer to keep them in sight. The person turned its head to both sides, but Leo still couldn't tell if it was a girl or a boy. It suddenly fell to its knees at the edge of an alley gap, and then crumpled into a ball and began crying. Leo watched as it slowly quieted and finally stopped altogether. Leo waited a few minutes until he was sure it was asleep and slowly moved in to investigate.
Leo audibly gasped when he came close enough to fully see the person asleep on the wet cement. It was a young girl, probably around 9 or 10. She had shoulder length caramel colored hair and pale peach skin. Because she was curled up in a ball with a huge soaking coat draped over her, he couldn't tell much of what she looked like except her face.
He plopped down next to her and thought about what he should do next. The two bodies in the apartment had probably been her parents. Why hadn't she stayed and waited for the cops? What 10 year old would wander out onto roofs at night? A deathly scared one, that's who he told himself. He looked down at her face again and noticed how her breathing was getting shallower. He stood up, now determined to protect this little girl. He grabbed his shell cell and typed in the familiar numbers as he looked around for a place to shield her from the rain. He spotted a ledge shielded by a sky light a few buildings away as his brother answered.
"Donatello speaking."
"Don, it's me. We have a situation." Leo struggled to pick the girl up with one arm.
"Where are you?" The sound of rain made it hard for Leo to hear him, but he finally understood.
"I'm at the apartment complex a block from April's." Leo heard his other brothers yelling in the background.
"We'll be right there." Leo heard Donnie yell at his brothers before the line cut off.
Now free to use both hands, Leo easily picked up the little girl and he headed towards the skylight.