Chapter two! Yay! I hope you all like this! Sorry for any spelling mistakes!

"Well… that was just great." I mumbled as I forced the cover of the dumpster up, freeing myself from its garbage. Carefully I lifted myself over the side and down to the ground.

As soon as my legs touched the wet cement, they began to shack, giving out in less then seconds.

"…Ow." I grumbled.

Stumbling to my feet, I winced at the sudden pain that shot up from my ankle. Looking down at it, I scowled at the sight of how swollen it looked. With a closer examination, it showed that my ankle was slightly twisted in an angle, unable to move.

"Great…" I grumbled, deciding that it was either broken or severely sprained. "Now how am I going to get back?" Looking around, I could see the dim light of streetlights to my left down the ally. Looking the other way I could see that it let straight into a dead end.

I just needed to get home. Could I make it to the sewers and home though with my leg?

"Course you can." I growled at myself. "Don't be a weakling." Taking a small step forward, I winced yet again, falling against the wall to my left. "Ow." I lifted my hand up to rub my forehead, which had a small layer of sweat covering it. Slowly inching forward, using the wall for full support, I hissed slightly at the burning sensation growing around my leg.

My mind when blank for a few seconds and everything seemed to get darker. Rubbing my temple, I stumbled.

I hated to admit it… but I could really use Donnie or the others right now.

Shacking off the dizziness, I struggled to focus on the streetlight that suddenly seemed so far away. I just had to make it to the street. There were dozens of ways to get into the sewers once I reached the street.

Just a little bit more.

With a huff, I paused, hunching forward slightly to catch my breath. It didn't make sense how I was already out of breath within only a few seconds of moving.

Wait…

My eyes widened. Hey wait; I have my T-phone with me!

Reaching to my belt I frowned as I patted my belt aimlessly for my phone. Finding nothing, I looked down wildly.

It was gone?! I lost it?!

Dang it! I must have dropped it when I was running from the pajama-wearing morons!

I would have continued to curse and call the Foot names if the wall I was leaning again hadn't suddenly disappeared, making me fall backwards.

I'm not joking, it disappeared! Ah, no not really. Just messin' with ya.

I was just a door.

A door into someone's house.

Which had just been opened.

…Great.

-Reika-

My older sister Sky says I trust too easily. That I will just get hurt if I let people into my lives without even seeing what sort of person they are first.

Perhaps she is right?

I've never really had a problem with it before, so I don't really see the problem. I just don't push people away, like she does.

Not saying my sister isn't sociable or anythin'. She just has trust issues.

Ya know what I mean? Like, she will talk to people all the time and really is out going, but when it comes to actually telling people secrets, trusting them to watch her car or somethin', or even just letting them in the house, you'd have to be blood related for that to happen.

Even then, you might just have to prove yourself, which is hard.

"Hey, Reika!"

Looking up, I realized that my sister had been calling me. "Yeah Sky?" I called back.

"…You burned the noodles again."

Shrieking in shock, I quickly grabbed a rag when the noodles began to smoke from within the pot. Turning the nob to turn the stove off, I moved the pot a bit in attempts to save what noodles I had left.

Sky watched blankly from the couch, staring at me over her shoulder. "How do you mess up on makin' noodles?" she questioned with a sigh, turning back to her show.

"It's hard for some people!" I complained, frowning at the sight of the burned noodles at the bottom of the pot. None of them were edible, so I would have to start over again.

"Throw them away." Sky sighed, not even bothering to look at me this time. "Don't want to noodle man coming to eat because you killed his children."
"The noddle man doesn't exist."
"Remember how Ms. Cia next door had burned her chicken noodles, and then the next week had 'moved' without any reason at all?" Sky still didn't look at me.

I stared at the back of her head, my eyes wide. "You mean…?" I asked in horror.

"The Noodle man ate her."

I shrieked, jumping back. Oh gosh! I don't want to be eatin'! I'm too young! Barely 15! What am I goin' to do!?

"Better get ride of those noodles quickly before he tracks them back to you." Sky suggested, her eyes glued intently to the TV Screen, which was currently showing Space Heroes.

I admit, it was slightly odd that my sister liked that show. Sometimes I wondered if there were even other people out there who bothered to watch it.

Not that I judge Sky for what she likes, she just doesn't normally seem like the type of person who would like a show like that. And, let me tell you, Sky doesn't like that show.

She LOVES it. She watches it everyday. Sometimes she even quotes the lines they say aloud in front of other people.

We've gotten a lot of weird looks.

When the pot cooled down enough, I scrapped the burnt noodles out and into the trashcan. Quickly placin' the pot in the sink, I grabbed the trashcan and moved towards the door.

So around this point you would think, 'Oh, she is just goin' to throw away the trash like a normal person', right?

Yeah, I thought so too. That is, until I opened my front door.

That is when things started to get weird.

Grabbing the door handle, I yanked hard, swinging the door open. As I looked up, my eyes widened when something suddenly fell through the door, landing in front of my feet.

I screamed as some large figure landed hard on the ground. Jumping back, I dropped the trash, subconsciously kicking out and hitting him in the gut.

The figure gagged, curling up into a ball to clutch his side.

W-What? What in the world?! Who is this guy?!

"S-Sky! Sky! Come quick!" I screamed desperately over my shoulder. There was a pause before rushing footsteps, Sky sliding into view.

"This better be important-" her eyes widened, "WHAT IS THAT?!" She shrieked, jabbing her finger at the figure below me.

"I-I don't know! I opened the door and he just… fell in!" I explained, fumbling over my own words. Had this guy just been leanin' against the door or something? Had he intended to come in? Maybe he was a thief! "What do we do?" I asked after a few seconds, taking quick breaths.

"We call the cops! That's what we do!" Sky snapped, keeping her eyes on the form on the ground as she backed up to the table. Digging wildly through the mess for her phone, I slowly looked back at the figure.

He hadn't moved since I kicked him. Maybe I hurt him?
Slowly kneeling down to see if he was conscious or not, my eyes widened to finally see his face. It has emerald green skin, with a red mask and large nose… or, snout.

Wait a minute… Was this guy a… turtle?! He looked like a giant turtle! He even had a shell! What in the world!

I would have panicked more, if something crimson red hadn't caught my attention. Narrowing my eyes at it, I was shocked to see it was coming from the Turtle's side.

He is hurt! Oh gosh, I made him bleed! I'm so sorry! So, so very sorry Turtle man. I didn't mean to- oh wait, no. Slippers couldn't have made that sort of wound.

"…Sky. I think… he's injured." I softly. Grumbling, she scowled over her shoulder.

"It's injured? That isn't our problem."

I frowned at her. "He isn't an 'it' Sky! He is a Turtle."

She paused. "…Right, sure, okay." She waved it off, most likely not believing me.

I rolled my eyes at her. She couldn't see just how awesome this was! Okay, no, that wasn't the right way to phrase that. This was a terrible situation since this guy was injured and in pain.

It was awesome though because he is a giant turtle! How cool is that? I love turtles! They are my favorite animal!

Or y'know, I think this guy is a turtle. Or he is just wearing a really good costume.

Either way though, I felt that we shouldn't call the cops.

"We can't just call the cops." I called to Sky, hoping to stop her from retrieving her phone. "He needs some help, and besides, he hasn't done anything wrong."

"There is a 'thing' collapsed in front of our front door and you're telling me not to call the police? Are you insane Reika?" Sky questioned, whirling around to face me.

Say this guy really is a turtle! If we call the cops, they will freak, and send this poor guy off to some government facility. And I usually don't like to follow stereotypes, but I'm pretty sure some dissection will ensue.

"Maybe it's just a costume or something? What if he got into a fight?" I suggested.

"All the better reason to call the cops." Sky said simply, tapping her pockets to see if her phone was there. Finding her pockets empty, she cursed and moved to the kitchen.

I huffed a bit, moving my gaze back to the turtle.

I was met with bright green eyes.

He was awake!

His eyes were wide as he stared at me, panic and confusion swirling around in those emerald orbs. Struggle to move, he inched away from me a bit, anger slowly growing in his eyes.

"Hey." I said softly, making him pause. "It's okay. We'll get you some help."

The Turtle man blinked, looking a little more panicked and angry than before. He looked around the room nervously, as if trying to figure out where he was.

"Don't worry." I assured him, his attention snapping back to me. "Your at my home. You feel through my front door." I motioned to my door, which was still opened why. Following my finger, he stared at the door. Recalling what occurred, he gritted his teeth.

"Where… is this?" he grumbled hoarsely, looking at me, his eyes narrowed dangerously, as if he was ready to attack at any second.

Surprised that he spoke, I titled my head a bit.

His mouth moved when he spoke. He had teeth, a tongue, and could blink his eyes!

"…It's not a costume.' I said softly. Sky looked over her shoulder, pausing in pressing down on the numbers when she found her phone by the sink.

"What?" she leapt over to us, seeing how Raph was sitting up a bit, using his elbows as support.

"It's not a costume!" I exclaimed, making both of them jump. The red-banded turtle shuffled back a bit more, trying to put as much distance between us as possible.

"So it's really a turtle? What the hell?" Sky mumbled, running a hand threw her hair.

This… is so cool! I knew he was an actual turtle! I just knew it!

"You can… understand me, right?"

"…Yeah… I understand you." he grumbled after a short pause, his voice deep.

"Holy- It talks!" Sky gasped, stepping back.
"Sky! He isn't an 'It'!" I insisted, quickly looking back at the turtle, my eyes beaming. "You have a name, right?"

He has to have a name! He just has to! I wonder if it is cool. Oh, I hope it is cool.

"…Raph… Raphael." He said hesitantly, as if trying to decipher whether or not he was able to trust me.

"Raphael." I repeated with a smile. It is cool! This is just so awesome!

Okay, now, stay calm Reika. Don't freak him out. He'll run away if you freak him out. Just stay calm. Try some small chat.

"I'm Reika. This is my sister Sky."

"Oh, don't bring me into your weird conversation with the turtle." Sky begged with a sigh, still keeping a safe enough distance between the turtle and herself. "I've had a weird enough day as it is."

Moving to sit on my knees, I scooted a little closer to Raphael, who stiffened.

"How did you get here Raphael? Or how did you get so injured." I frowned at his bleeding side. It made me wonder whether or not he even noticed it was bleeding by the way he was moving.

"Classified." He answered instantly.

"What?" Sky scoffed. "What are you? FBI?"

He scowled at her. "I don't have to explain myself to you."

Both of them stared at each other, deeply annoyed, before I stepped in.

No need for any more fighting tonight, thank you very much.

"Raphael. You're hurt. Here let me help-"

"I don't need your help." He snapped, hitting my hand away. Taken aback by how weak his hit was, I tried again. From the hit just now, he must have been through a lot to be that weak.

"You're hurt." I insisted. Sky said nothing behind me, watching Raphael's every move like a hawk, waiting just incase he tried to attack.

"I'm fine. I don't need your pity, I can- Gah!" he lurched forward, clutching his side.

"Raphael?" I gasped when his body went limp, hitting the ground. He had fallen unconscious. "RAPHAEL!?"

Done! What do you think? Do you like it? Hate it?

Do you like the Oc's Reika and Sky? There isn't much known of them so far, but you at least got to see parts of their personality :D