A/N: Alright I'm trying to get better with these. I'm hoping this story get finished within the next 5 chapters MAX. But bear with me if it goes longer. Thanks for reading! Please R and R!
Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT
"Shhhh, you are so noisy!"
"Am not."
"Both of you, shut up." Raph hissed to his little brothers. "So, what do you think they're up to Leo? They ain't doin' notin."
"I don't know," The blue clad turtle whispered back. "Any ideas, Lanie?"
Melanie squinted trying to make out the still scene below her. There was no movement, and the scene would look almost normal except for the dark armored truck parked next to the looming brick building, partially hidden in the shadow of the alley. A knot in her stomach told her something wasn't right. "I really don't know."
"Well den, we'd better get a closer look, eh Fearless?" Raph said as he swung over the ledge and leapt to the building on their right.
"Raph!" Leo hissed, but he, Mikey, and Donnie were already halfway to reaching the rooftop of the building the armored truck sat next to. Melanie just made out the words Chandler's Fine Jewelry on a dim neon sign out front. Melanie scoffed. She had never seen a point to jewelry. The only piece she had ever worn was a leather band the turtles had made for her for her sixteenth birthday. They had each carved their initial into it as well as delicately inscribing her full name in elegant cursive. Melanie had never taken it off except to shower. She unconsciously shifted it on her wrist as she recalled the memory.
The armored truck sat in the alley next to the building. Leo let out a frustrated sigh and Leo motioned for Melanie to follow him as he jumped to the left, covering two sides of the alley.
A single street light faintly lit about a third of the alley, allowing plenty of shadow for Melanie and the boys to stay hidden in. A sudden movement below caused Leo and Melanie to fall to their stomachs and gaze over the edge of the building. Six burly men in dark clothing fumbled out of the back of the van, and two hopped out of the front. Melanie shivered as a cold breeze tickled her arms. Leo snickered next to her. She had on her normal sparring outfit consisting of a sleeveless, collared soft leather top, her black yoga pants as well as leather bands on her elbows and wrist like her brothers wore. She didn't know how they could stand being out in the freezing cold, being cold blooded and all.
The small group of punks gathered at the back of the truck and swung open the door, and they all scrambled to grab various weapons. Leo spotted at least three guns, and every scum bag held either some kind of club or metal rod. Melanie spotted the familiar dragon tattoo slithered across a particularly big man's arm. She growled and Leo's upturned in a grin. The burly man that Melanie presumed was their designated leader rushed towards the side door and broke it down with a single strike. Two of the men with guns rushed in. All but two of the others rushed in, weapons raised. A movement on the roof opposite them caught her eye. Raph was signaling Leo, seeing if it was time to move in. Leo signaled no just as the men returned, two Dragons dragging a well dressed man out into the alley.
"Let go of me! You have no right!" The man struggled against the hold on his arms.
The burly one laughed and smacked the young man across the cheek, causing him to yelp in pain. "You're pops owes the Dragons money, and he ain't paid, so we here to collect."
"You took the money! Leave me alone!"
Leo leaned over and whispered in Melanie's ear. "They have guns. We're gonna need complete darkness to take them out."
"I can take care of that." Melanie smirked.
Leo softly laughed. "Alright, wait for my signal."
Melanie crept to the edge of the building nearest the street lamp and strained to hear the conversation happening below.
"Ah, but dere's always interest on loans, pretty boy, and we Dragons don't like waitin' for our money. So we gotta give your daddy an incentive to pay." Melanie silently snarled, wanting to wrap her hands around the creep's neck.
Leo raised his arm in the signal, and Melanie leapt towards the light, unsheathing her single katana and slashing upwards, shattering the light bulb. Luckily she had managed to wrap her free arm around the pole before the world plunged into darkness and she couldn't see anything. She slid to the ground and slowly crept into the alley. Her sight slowly returned, and she crouched next to the van, listening and watching for her brothers. The now frightened Dragons had their weapons aimed towards the mouth of the alley, and she tried to keep calm as she saw a gun pointed straight at her. She gulped and prayed they wouldn't get spooked and fire. A sudden noise from the back of the alley made her happy enough to cry. All the gang members spun towards the sound, and Melanie watched as her green comrades swiftly and silently took down the group without even unsheathing their weapons. Melanie hopped on top of the van to avoid the struggle, and ducked when Burly dragged the young man towards the passenger side door. She crouched and flung herself onto him, grabbing onto his shirt and flinging him to the ground with all her strength, but he simply stumbled backwards. Burly growled and shoved the man towards the brick wall, and Melanie winced as he crumpled to the ground. Burly sprang towards her and she barely dodged a forceful punch. She could still hear struggles coming from behind the van, and she knew she was alone. She obviously didn't have the strength to take down burly, but she had speed. She flipped and dodged his blows, but he soon caught on and threw a foot out, jabbing her in the ribcage. The wind left her lungs and she struggled for breath as he grabbed her hair in one hand and her wrist in the other. A sickening snap met her ears when he twister her arm behind her, but she had no air to scream. He pinned her body in between his and the cold brick wall.
"I didn't think I'd get to have fun with a girl tonight, too." He sneered into her ear, and she intensified her struggling as he bit into her neck. She heard a loud thump, and his grip went slack as he fell to the ground. She began to tip over, but familiar green arms kept her on her feet.
"Mel, are you okay?" Donnie began looking over her and she hid her hurt wrist behind her back.
"You touch my sister again, you won't live to see the next frickin' sunrise, punk ass." Raph growled as he shoved Burly under the truck.
"Yeah, I'm fine. He just knocked the wind out of me." Melanie knew her wrist was broken, and it stung and ached like no other, but she quickly said. "He's not okay though." Melanie walked over to the fallen man and knelt beside him. Donnie was soon at her side, and the other three were huddled over them.
"He's kinda funny lookin'." Mikey said. Raph bopped him on the head after a hushed "shut up Mikey".
"Will he be okay Don?" Leo asked as his brother examined the man.
"I think so. He should be waking up right about…." A moan escaped the man's lips and his eyelids fluttered. "Now!" Donnie shot backwards and all four of them disappeared before Melanie could even stand. She pushed back on her heels, preparing to dart to the nearest fire escape, but a soft, cold hand touched her arm.
"Wait," the man croaked and he struggle to push himself up. Melanie helped him into a sitting position against the brick. He blinked and looked around, then drew his eyes to her again. "Are…Are you….what…I mean." He stuttered. Melanie watched him for a moment. He was about her age, probably a few years older, with light copper skin and light brown hair. He had a handsome face, and Melanie noticed how his arms stretched the dark material on his arms. She could tell that he was tall and well built even though he was sitting. The only thing she couldn't see was the color of his eyes.
"I helped you." She whispered, careful not to irritate his sure sensitivity to loud noises.
"Why?" he muttered.
"It's just what I do." She responded. Her arm throbbed in pain as the adrenaline wore off, leaving room for the pain to begin. She bit her lip and tenderly help her wrist, she winced as the bones in her wrist shifted.
He looked around again and saw the several dark unconscious bodies laying in the street. "You cannot tell me…that you did all this."
"I never said that." She retorted, suddenly feeling dizzy. She wanted to go home and have Donnie knock her out with some painkillers.
"Oh," he said, pushing a hand to his temple.
"My brothers and I took them out." She said quickly and began to walk away again, and once again a hand touched her arm.
"Wait, I need to thank you." He said, pulling a pen and crumpled paper out of his pocket. Melanie stood stupefied.
"No, sir, that's thanks enough." She said, lightly tugging away from his hold.
"What's your address?" He asked. Melanie was officially wierded out and glanced upwards, hoping for a rescue.
"Um, I don't live around here." She lied quickly.
"Oh," he said sadly. His face crinkled in thought and she couldn't help but thinking that it looked like it hurt him to think. "Then what's your number?"
Melanie panicked, but a snicker crossed her face. She gave him the number and had to fight to hold back a laugh despite feeling sick to her stomach. He pocketed his pen and paper, and Melanie caught the sound of sirens in the distance. Leo must have called. She finally tugged free of his hold and backed into the shadows. He called for her to come back but she was already at the end of the alley.
"Hey," Raph hung upside down and she jumped as he spoke. He flipped over and landed on the ground next to her. He noticed how she was holding her arm and he reached for her. "Mel, you okay?" He asked, gingerly touching her bare skin.
The sirens were getting louder and Mikey called down from the roof, asking if everything was alright. Melanie started to climb the fire escape, but Raph knocked her off of her feet and carried her to the roof. They all ran a few blocks to stay clear of the incident before Raph would set her down.
"Raph, I'm fine." Melanie insisted as Donnie took hold of her arm.
"Careless, selfless punk." He responded, and Melanie kissed him on the cheek.
"So, how was your date?" Mikey asked playfully as Donnie felt around her wrist for the break. She knew he was trying to distract her, but it didn't stop the yelp as Donnie pushed a certain place on her wrist.
"Yupp, definitely broken. I need to set it now so it won't get worse" He muttered and bent down to rummage through his bag. So they all settled down onto the cold rooftop. Leo came up behind her and let her lean against his plastron and she grabbed his hand with her good one and squeezed.
"So, we need all the juicy details." Mikey said again. Leo glared at him but Melanie shook her head. Donnie came to her arm with bandages and tape. Melanie looked away and bit onto her tongue. Donnie set his finger in place, and she began to shake. Leo wrapped his free arm around her and Raph stroked her hair. Donnie pushed, and a tear dripped down her face, but she managed to hold back a scream. Donnie began wrapping her wrist and her breathing slowed. The silence was tense, so she decided to answer Mikey.
"He must have hit his head pretty hard cuz he asked for my number." Mikey and Raph instantly fell over laughing, and even Leo and Don were having a hard time stifling their laughter. Melanie smiled as Mikey and Raph playfully teased her.
"Oh Melanie, I looked into your eyes for the first time a moment ago, and already I have an undying love for you. May I have your phone number?" Mikey fell to his knees in front of Raph.
"Oh, of course. You're not a creeper at all!" Raph teased in a falsetto voice. Melanie laughed at that one.
"I did not do that! He bonked his head pretty bad. He probably didn't know what he was talking about!"
"Wait, so you didn't give him your digits?" Mikey asked.
"Nope," She laughed. "I gave him yours."