A/N;

Please note that the cover image is not mine, it is a picture of MeannCat drawn by someone known as half-rose on a website called deviantart. I asked if I could use it for a story cover and she said I could. So now you may read this chapter.

~Chapter 2; Mistakes~

... Leonardo POV ...

It wasn't smart of us to do, but what choice did we have? After all the girl was just attacked by some weird mutant human, one that was on all four, had gray skin, and was bald all over. When we saw it, it had long metallic blades coming from its hands, three on each to be more precise. I saw that it razor sharp teeth when it made a snarling screeching sound, that is when it leapt at the girl also revealing where its eyes should be there were just black holes.

I leapt into action as did my brothers when the thing attacked her, I kicked it hard in its side thus stopping it from ripping the poor girl open. The mutant snarled at us but retreated when it saw all four of us. Obviously it still had a brain, it just lacked any humanity. When we looked at the girl, she was completely covered in her own blood which still poured out of the slashes in her stomach. We thought she was a goner, there had been so much blood..especially since we couldn't take her to a hospital and risk revealing our existence. I couldn't stand to let her die, since it was our fault a mutant got a hold of her..

So, we brought her back to the layer also known as our home. Sensei was there waiting for us and when he saw her, he immediately got to work on fixing her up as much as he could. It was odd though, he hadn't even demanded why we brought a human girl to the layer or how she got hurt so badly.

Though once she was all patched up and resting in a bed in the spare room we had, the questions came. I had explained what happened in as much detail I could, with Donnie correcting me on some parts. As we explained, I had begun to remember and realize she hadn't even been afraid when she saw that mutant. No, she held her ground and kept quiet up until it ran at her and pounced at her with those long blades extended and aimed at her body. Perhaps, though unlikely, she knew who or what that mutant was.

It sure looked like it, and when we saw her injury it looked so much like the one the dead FootClan member had, only her stomach hadn't been torn open like the FootClan guy's had been. Maybe, when she wakes up, we can ask her exactly if she knew what that thing was and why she wasn't afraid of it.

...

Well that had been last night, now it's morning with all four of us occupying ourselves with different activities while we waited for Sensei to call us for training. I sat in a beanbag in front of the TV with a bowl of popcorn in my lap while Mikey played on the arcade game machine, Raph sat in the concrete couch behind me, and Donnie did who knows what in his lab. It was peaceful in the base, for once, allowing me to watch my faverite show Space Adventures without distractions. Oddly though, I couldn't pay attention.

Ever since last night after the girl was resting in the spare room all patched up from her attack and after Donnie and I explaining what happened, Sensei had checked up on the unknown girl and had gone quiet. He hasn't said a word since and it was really getting to me, well that and what my brothers and I witnissed last night.

But mostly Sensei's silence. Was there something wrong?

... MeannCat POV ...

It had been an interesting night, after Slenderman dropped me off in an abandoned warehouse; I found a dead ninja! The ninja was wearing a fully black suit with bug eyes, at first I thought he could be a creepypasta but then I saw the injuries that killed him. Those injuries were obviously made by Rake which also told me this ninja wasn't a creepypasta monster or for short Pasta Monster. When I tried to examine the injuries closer just to make sure it was Rake's doing and not some other ninja, soft voices reached my ears.

I looked around, swivling my head left to right only to find nothing in the alley which was odd, I knew I heard something. That's when my overactive imagination gave me a brilliant idea! The roofs! Someone could be spying on me from the roofs! So I looked up just in time to catch at least the color of what the person or pasta was wearing, green and blue. Knowing I scared over half the pastas in Slender Mansion and scared a good amount of mortals, I let the person or pasta go...though if they ever spied on me again they'll get a knife to the throat, or worse. Anyway, after examining the corpse a bit I left the alley to look around for Rake.

Seeing as Rake liked to hide in people's closets, I snuck into a good amount of apartment homes going up one side of the street and going back on the other. It didn't kill much time, seeing as it's so easy to tell if Rake is in a closet...he scrapes against the door, or he threw a bunch of the person's things around the room or scared the person into wrecking their own room. I did manage to find a few people to kill when I got bored in the city I even killed a small broken family while on my search, though it wasn't much fun. It had just been a woman with her five year old son and fifteen year old daughter, they didn't even scream loud enough for their neighbors to call the cops on me. Pity.

I liked being chased by the police only to outrun and escape them, watching people's hopes get crushed when a police man doesn't kill a killer that could possibly return to the neighborhood.

Well after having that bit of fun I searched for Rake some more, but ended up returning to the warehouse right as the first rays of the sun began to show on the horizon. I plopped down on the cold concrete floor next to a stack of wooden crates. "Ugh...so tired." I complained, even if there was nobody to listen. "So hungry."

An hour of just sitting there trying to sleep passed before I changed into the other clothes I brought and got up, I flung the bag over my shoulder though taking care to make sure the hatchet doesn't cut a hole in it and walked out. I counted the bills I had in it, in hopes to be able to buy some food from McDonalds; I smiled in triumph when I counted enough for food for both breakfast and lunch. Thank you Slenderman's victim for carrying a lot of cash!

My good mood was extinguished when I bought breakfast though, I had to push through a crowd down the sidewalk and through a crowd inside McDonalds. So after that I decided to just skip lunch, since that would be an even bigger crowd to push through. Ugh. New York was hell. With all the tall buildings and all the people...no wonder Rake was here, it was a killer's gold mine. That is if they don't mind the pollutions and the crowds of people during the day. Probably why Slenderman had sent me, instead of coming to retrieve Rake himself. For the rest of the day, I pretty much just complained without even watching which way I was going until I wanted to return to the warehouse.

I was lost.

I walked down street. After street. After god damn street!

Eventually night had fallen and I still had no clue how to get back to that one safe haven I had, so I just decided to search for Rake. I looked around the almost empty street and found an alley to change into my regular every day clothes. Rake walked out of one of the apartment buildings and when he faced me was when I realized; I smelled of human, a normal mortal and looked like one.

He didn't even hesitate to run at me, to even see if it was me, he just ran and pounced with his long sharp claw like blades aimed for my chest, probably ready to rip my heart out. I went down hard and fast, Rake lashed out tearing at my stomach and sending shockwaves of pain throughout me, making me scream. Mentally I pleaded for Slenderman to come and help or BEN Drowned..heck I'd even want Jeff to help, while he's as useful as a peice of lint. I tried to cry for help but it seemed like all I could do was scream and cry in agony. Rake soon flew off my body and into the street, my cries quieted down though I still breathed heavily for the air had all but left my lungs from screaming and from the heavy bleeding in my stomach. I was fading but the last things I saw, were four green blurs standing over me, each with a hint of some vibrant color...red, orange, purple, and..blue.

...

I wake up in a soft bed, with gauze wrapped tightly around my stomach and a blanket laying loosely over me to keep me warm. Did one of the pastas save me after all? I wonder. Am I in the medical wing of the mansion? Being taken care of by Eyeless Jack?

I inhaled the air, to hopefully give me a clue on where I was in this dark room. The air is oddly light and doesn't smell of blood, like it does at the medical wing of the mansion, even if it is a small part. Usually the smell of blood would make me want to gag, at least as strong as the smell can get at Slender Mansion, especially after a large amount of us come back after killing sprees and are covered in blood. But, I am used to the smell and have even grown to like it. It smells of home, my home.

But this, this room the air smells of air freshener and pizza?

Where the hell am I?! I push myself up slowly only to freeze as the center of my torso burns with a pain greater than anything Laughing Jack or Pinkamena could dish out on their victims. A loud, high pitched scratchy whine escapes my mouth.

'Help me Slenderman!' I pleaded mentally, not moving.

Slenderman usually heals his proxies' injuries, but I have crossed my limit on injuries so he tells me he won't heal any injury I get unless I'm on my death bed. Obviously I'm not on my death bed or else I'd either not have any injuries or Slenderman would come out of the shadows and heal me. Well that or I'm in a hospital..though if I was, it'd smell of sanitizer and sick people, not air freshiner and pizza. Also I would have an IV in my arm too, giving me drugs I don't even know of.

The door across from the bed swings open, allowing the light from the hallway to shine in and blind me for a second. When my eyes adjust and I open them, the light in the room has been switched on and a green three fingered hand is on my shoulder. I look up to see a tall green, humanized turtle looking at me with concern in his brown eyes. Before I can say anything, he gently pushes me down until my head once again rests on the pillow. I look back at the door where three other humanoid turtles very similar to him come in, looking worried and curious; I look from each one, they were wearing masks on their face with the same colors I saw before I blacked out.

"You're not fit to get up," said the one who pushed me back down, he wore a purple mask.

I shook my head. "I can't beleive this is happening."

"Listen, don't be afraid~"

"Don't be afraid?" I laughed, interrupting the one with a blue mask. "I'm not afraid."

"You're not?" all four say in unision.

I nodded, hiding my face with my hand as I smile widely and somewhat insanely. "No, I've seen way scarier things than you four."

"Then what the heck can't you beleive?" demanded the red masked one.

"I can't BELEIVE!" I snapped, annoyed with his tone. "That four mutant turtles saved my life! And that no-" I pause. "That nobody I know has bothered to check up on me."

It was true, usually when I'm sent on a 'mission' alone that is extended or thought to take a while, at least one of the pastas would call my phone to check up on me if not Slenderman or one of his other proxies. That or one of the other proxies would be sent to find and or help me, which I seem to need quite often...I have a habit of laughing at Slenderman's victims, especially when they spaz out from paranoia. That's actual a reason why I get hurt, I laugh and have to muffle it and end up falling out of trees or off roofs.

A/N;

Hey there, I hope you enjoyed this chapter because I sure had fun typing it. I just love things that start with a story then go to a more present time than what time the story had been. Well that and I love the storyline in which I am currently picturing in my head.

Thanks for reading.

(and remember the cover image isn't mine but I got permission to use it, so nobody can report me for stealing! :D)