Sorry everyone, life has gotten in the way. Yeas I know it's been four months, but oh well you all can deal. Back at school and back to my writings. Please R&R. I need to know what you all think. Cratique me! I need to know if i need more practice. Now on to the bitch.
"Fuck." Was all that came from Rachel's mouth, staring at the rat for a moment or two before shaking her head in disbelief. "You know what you're telling me; sounds like it's from a Sci-Fi movie, too damn strange." Splinter nodded quietly as he sips on his tea. Rachel looked down a fingered the rim of her cup lightly. "Look sir, I'm sorry I was …oh hell I'll put it bluntly, a damn bitch to you and your sons, but I'm not exactly having the best time in my life right now. Which, by the way, I'm grateful for the rescue, but why the fucking hell did that guy try and kill me?" Her eyes locked with the old rat, which he sighed and set down his tea.
"I do believe that Donatello and Leonardo have all the details you are seeking." Suddenly Rachels's stomach broke in causing him to break into a smile. "After you obtain some food, of course; you have been resting for almost a week now child. Surprisingly you seem to heal quicker than most. Michelangelo, I'm sure, will be happy to escort you. He is just outside the door." Suddenly there was a loud thump with a light cursing. Splinter just chucked as Rachel looked slightly confused but mostly amused. The door slid open and in popped the head of the orange masked turtle, his three fingered hand was rubbing the back of his head in slight embarrassment as a large cheesy smile spread across his face.
"Heya dudette, c'mon, we'll get you something to eat."
She looked back to the rat who nodded for her to go with a soft smile paced on his lips. Nodding back to him she stood and followed Michelangelo through the common room and right into the kitchen area. This was where she found Donatello sitting at the table, some sort of binocular goggles were over his eyes, enlarging the hazel eyes like bifocals. In his hand was a battery soldering iron and a mother board in the other. Leonardo was sitting diagonal from the tech turtle with a cup of tea and the newspaper in front of him. Michelangelo pulled out the chair at the head of the table for Rachel and motioned for her to sit. After taking another moment to survey the surroundings before she took the seat.
"How does eggs, bacon, and toast sound to you?" Michelangelo asked causing her to look to his eyes, which happened to be a chocolate brown, reflecting his childlike personality. Quietly she nodded and then looked down at her trembling hands. Everything was happening way too quickly that her brain was having trouble keeping up with it all. They shouldn't have come to New York…. No it was before that, it was when that body fell behind her; when she saw that figure. Now glaring angrily at her hands she whispered something fiercely to herself; causing the other two turtles to look at her with slight confusion.
"Are you okay?" Donatello asked on to receive the watery intensity of Rachel's green eyes. Being on the verge of tears had only angered her more; she never liked to cry, at all. But Tyler….
"Was this all just some damn chance? Or is this fates twisted fucked up sense of humor saying fuck you bitch? Cause I have had enough goddamn bullshit to last me more than this life time." The turtles figured that was her way of asking what the hell was going on; they looked to each other and Leonardo nodded before setting down his tea. Donatello set down his project and removed his goggles with a heavy sigh.
"Okay, starting form the beginning; do you remember several months ago the body that was dumped from the roof at your old college?"
"Fuck yeah! That bullshit isn't hard to forget when it lands right behind you." The look on her face was telling him that he was a fucking moron. Trying to ignore her look he looked to Leonardo, who took up the story telling. Michelangelo set a plate of food in front of Rachel, not that she cared at the moment.
"Well, from what we found out is that the group that did that was not in anyway shape or form aiming for you. Feel free to start eating while we explain." Reluctantly she picked up the fork and began eating as he continued. "In fact we think that they would not have even given you a second glance, but" Rachel knew buts were never good. "You gave a description to the police of who is to be believed the murderer. That means that you are a vital witness to this case and must be eliminated."
Rachel stopped eating with a confused look on her face. "You know what you're telling me sound something outta one of the fuck ninja action films."
"Precisely," Donatello interjected. "Now this clan is new to the area, but not a new clan entirely. They seem to know their stuff, which further has us believing that they are trying to branch out form some other location. Their style, I guess is the best way to put it, differs from that of the Foot Clan's." Choking on her eggs some; Rachel gasped for air. Leonardo was half way out of his chair to help, but she raised her hand to stop him. A moment later she was able to speak again.
"I'm fine. But what the fuck, what the hell is the Foot Clan? A club for podiatrists?" This time it was Leonardo's turn to sigh.
"Do you know the Oroku Saki Foundation?"
"Yeah, they're the biggest company in NYC. They actually funded Ty's and mine scholarships for our performing arts school. Fucking full rides is a sweet ass deal." The three turtles were staring at her in shock and a hint of confusion at this statement.
"Oroku Saki is not only the CEO of that particular foundation, but the way he obtained all that wealth is from his secret ninja organization, the Foot Clan. Mostly by means of illegal activity; und and alias name of the Shredder." Donatello broke the silence first by continuing on. "But like we said; this isn't the Foot Clan's doing."
He had to stop again due to the loud out burst of laughter that was coming from the female. "Shit, that's a good one; you really had me going for a moment. Ninjas in New York, and here I thought Michelangelo was the joker."
"Shut the fuck up. This ain't a joke or some this just to make you laugh, you dumb broad" Came a gruff demanding voice from behind her, causing Rachel to turn around and see Raphael standing in the door way with his arms crossing his chest. Rachel's face fell to seriousness just at the sight of him. Something bout this man, turtle just rubbed her the wrong way.
"You expect me to take this seriously? I mean c'mon there is no such thing as ninja's in the city, exception here, but you guys are on a whole nother level of damn. So happily fuck off." The next thing Rachel knew she was being yanked from the chair and being dragged to her feet. For a moment her vision was blurred, she heard Leonardo shout Raphael's name and a chair crash to the floor, but waved for him to stop when she refocuses to sharp green narrowed eyes incased in a green head. Though, one area on his left cheek was a lighter shade of green, like a scar. Her eyes trailed from there down to the rim of his shell that she could see. The scratches, chips, and gashes were all quite visible up close. His growling voice brought her attention back to his eyes, her own narrowed, mirroring his.
"These damn things were presents from fuckin' Santa. You better start listening and believing what we say, bitch." Rachel's right hook struck Raphael's left jaw, hard enough for him to release her, and give her time to scramble back. Leonardo moved quickly in between them unsure of what was going to happen next.
"Don't ever call me a bitch, fuck tard." With that she sat down with her back to him and continued to eat her food. Hearing a light growl come from behind her and receding curses, aloud her to release a breath know that he was gone.
The rest of the explanation went fairly smooth, which meant Rachel did not have the energy to interrupt with questions, nor did she feel she was in any position to no longer believe them. She finished eating before they finished explaining; which it didn't bode well with her that there were a lot of unsures and don't knows. Leonardo saw her slightly massaging her temples discreetly and suggested that she might feel better after resting for a bit. Agreeing, Rachel followed Leonardo back to the room she had woken in, only to find out that it was his room. Normally she would tell him no way in fucking hell was she going to put him out of his own room, but at the moment she didn't give a goddamn shit. All that was desired was sleep and lots of it. Making sure that after Leonardo left that none of the turtles were nearby before she started to strip, only really to remove the bra and sweatpants; replacing the shirt and left the underwear. That's all she needed to do again was give these guys another cheep trill. The last thing Rachel remembered was pilling the covers up and whispering. "Fuck this shit."