A/N: All characters look like they do from the 2012 series. Thanks for all the wonderful comments I've received!

Chapter Two

Scarlett's P.O.V.

I was relieved they were gone, but the encounter sucked all the life out of me. It tortured me and beat me up. All the adrenaline that had surged through my body, all the anger I had defended myself with, and all the pride of my homeland left me. I sunk to the freezing concrete and began to sob.

"Wow," a voice from the shadows whispered. My head popped up in curiosity, but also fear. What if another one of their buddies had been hiding in the shadows this entire time?

As I picked myself back up, I watched a figure climb out of the dark hole it was in and run like its life depended on it. I caught a glimpse of emerald eyes, just like mine, and a flash of red around them. It was a green figure, and it was human, but at the same time wasn't.

I began to panic from all the excitement and trauma I'd been through and almost left to go call 911. If it hadn't been for the figure lifting up a nearby sewer top and then escaping down into it, I probably would have. But my curiosity took over and I decided to follow.


Raphael's P.O.V.

"Raph, you're fifteen minutes early! Your shifts still on."

"Don't you think I already know that?" I whispered under my breath, annoyed by Leo.

"Well? Are you going to complete it?"

"I'm already here, ain't I? Fifteen minutes don't matter." Maybe he'll shut up if I just stop talking. It's not like he hasn't cut shifts early either.

Eventually, Leo growled, but I didn't care. All I could think about was that country girl who almost got raped. While sitting down on the couch and watching TV, it felt almost like the screen was sucking my soul out, until nothing was left but the thought of her. I guess now that I'm here, a part of me wants to go back and finish off those scoundrels. But I decided that she got those men pretty good and to have fun with them another night.

I try focusing on the TV, but can't because of her. She was so strong, and also didn't look half bad either. And then the end, when she whooped the two of them pretty bad! That was the best part! Although those things are good to think over, it's hard not to ponder about whether or not she saw me. It was a close call, but I'm not sure if she did or not. I'd decided to head back to the sewer anyway. In a little while, I'll probably forget about it and go to bed.


I woke up to squealing and the sound of feet pounding on the ground. I'd fallen asleep on the couch, and now all my brothers were waking up to the same sounds as I. Leo was already up and running after something.

"What now?" I almost yelled out.

"There's a girl here," Mikey voiced. That woke me up. Suddenly, the world came into view and I could think straight. All the weight was lifted off my shoulders as I saw the same girl who had fought against those two rapists, staring straight at me. I knew she was okay, and I finally knew whether or not she had seen me. But now there was another problem: How were we going to explain all this to her?

I saw her two orbs eyeing me in the soul, ripping it out. Her sharp features and naturally arched eyebrows only made it worse... the way she stared straight through you. "You!" she screamed.

My brothers turned to face me. "You know her?" they all said at once, but soon the confusion ended and dissipated into panic. The girl began to turn around and run; Leo, at once, frigidly ran after her for all of our safeties.

Only a few moments later, did she come back, with a stricken look of fear spread out across her face. One thing I was not expecting was for her to come sprinting up to me. "You were the thing I saw!" she yelled out, with eyes red and dazed.

"She must delusional," said Donnie from the corner.

"You mean, this is all a dream?" she asked, beginning to hyperventilate, and for some reason, still trying to escape from Leo's grasp. "Am I just in shock or something? Please tell me!"

"Make her be quiet, Leo! I've got to go get some things for hyperventilation and delusion. What if Master Splinter comes?"

"Yeah, Donnie, I'll keep her quiet. Raph, come here and help." Leo gestured for me to come over.

I saw her frustrated eyes fixate on me, and for some reason, she seemed to be calling out to me, as if I had all the answers. "Please tell me what's going on," she halfway demanded.

"Yeah, Raph, get to telling! Who is she?" Mikey laughed.

"Shut up, Mikey! I don't know her!"

"But she knows you!" He just can't get enough of himself today.

"If you don't shut up-"

"Okay, okay." Leo calmed us down. "Just get to talking, Raph."

I'd had enough of my brothers for one day, even though it was night, so I just decided to ignore them and focus on her. "What a fight you put up," I said.

This seemed to take the exhaustion from her eyebrows, and the stress lines across her forehead faded into what was almost a sincere grin. "Yeah, that was awful. I hope I never have to go through that again."

"You won't." The words almost popped out of my mouth. I didn't even know I'd said them.

"Okay, I've got some things for hyperventilation and delusion," said Donnie, coming down from his lab.

"I don't think she needs them anymore."

"I don't, just... please explain to me what's happening. Am I seeing things?"

"No," a voice not too far away said, full and clear in its decision.

We all gasped together, realizing that it was Master Splinter who had just walked in.

"Oh, now I know I'm dead," said the girl as she looked over to Splinter.


"If the novel has a theme it is that of survival. What makes some people come through catastrophes and others, apparently just as able, strong and brave go under? It happens in every upheaval. Some people survive; others don't. What qualities are in those who fight their way through triumphantly that are lacking in those that go under? I only know that survivors used to call that quality 'gumption.' So I wrote about people who had gumption and people who didn't."

~ Margaret Mitchell, author of Gone With the Wind ~ (1936)