The yellow masked mutant wrung out her long black hair. She stared at the water as it dripped with solemn eyes, "Note to self: wait 'till the boat has reached the docks before jumping off next time…" she sounded frustrated, but kept her voice down to a low whisper.
"Artemisia, is that you?" A voice called from behind.
The turtle whipped around, and yanked her katana out of its sheath. She had to adjust her grip on the handle several times because the blade was still soaked in water. The mutant's eyes searched the shadowed areas in the alley, waiting for someone to jump out and attack her. The mutated turtle shook her head, she was only imagining things.
Then four green figures revealed themselves to her, each wearing a mask similar to hers, "Hey, we're your brothers…" the blue masked turtle told her, she recognized him to be her younger brother, Leonardo.
She immediately sheathed her blade, staring at her brothers, "You scared me to death!" she scolded in a hushed voice, but she was smiling, relieved.
Raphael spoke up, "Let's go home, Master Splinter is probably worried 'bout us."
The others nodded and Raphael pulled up the entrance to the sewers, he waited for his siblings to jump in before jumping in and sealing the cover himself.
Leonardo led the way back to the lair, his siblings on his heels. They walked in silence for about five minutes until Michelangelo decided it was time to start a conversation, "So, Art, what was it like in Japan?" he asked innocently, looking up to Artemisia who was actually taller than all of them by a few inches.
Artemisia glanced at her youngest brother, "It was sorta scary at first, and Master Splinter didn't exactly tell me where to go… I was on my own for a while, then a clan of ninjas found me; they raised me and finished my training. " she said.
Her brothers looked at her, "Oh, so you never actually had a Sensei, the ninjas that found you taught you everything…" Donatello understood.
Artemisia smiled, "Yeah, the family that took me in taught me everything, very smart, Donatello…"
"Thanks…" he said, turning away for a short moment.
Leonardo stopped the others with a quick wave with his hand, "You hear that?" his voice was low, and laced with alert.
The turtles listened carefully, a distant sound of feet splashing in water.
Raphael grimaced, "What the-?"
"Hello, turtles…" the dark voice echoed off the walls, and the air suddenly grew cold.
Artemisia's eyes widened.
Yeah, I know... Please tell me what you think! ... You seriously have no idea what I've been through to write this chapther... -_-'