Authors Note: I hope people like what I'm doing to these characters. I truly do. Also, there's an F bomb in this chappy, just one. Sorry if some things seem pointless, but it's important for later on.
Donnie shrugged as Raph left. "Okay, fine... Don't be interested that we can reproduce with Humans, have children, possibly have a happy life." He murmured to himself as he strapped on his gear. He knew he'd cause them to be late in starting their rounds by having to warm up later than the others, but he thought it was worth it. Halfway through warm up, they heard an ear shattering, feminine scream from the alley below.
They sprung immediately into action, dropping into the crowd of Foot Clan below.
The wrong place. The wrong time. Beck's life was always just that – An accidental mess. She dropped the bags loaded with fabric and lace as the black clad, masked men raced towards her, grabbing her arms as she tried to yell though the gag they placed on her. She was just another two turns in the alley way away from her apartment building as they were loading a large white van with odd looking equipment and strange looking yellow liquid inside glass tubes. Nothing could have prepared this seamstress for tonight, not a single thing.
She was surprised when her captor dropped her right on her tailbone, making her groan as pain shot through her spine from the hard concrete, and soon lost her ability to balance herself and fell to the side, bumping her head. They lost all interest in her as a witness, more focused on the group that appeared just out of her sight.
What happened next was a blur. They jumped into action, quickly drawing out their weapons and attacking. The clash of metal against metal, wood against wood. 'What the fuck just happened?' She sat their confused. It took her a few moments before she realized exactly what she was staring at.
Turtles with weapons and people dressed as Ninjas. Thoughts raced through her mind, trying to make sense of all this. 'Did I have too much coffee this morning, or not enough? Did that lady I brush against in the subway stab me with a needle?' She knew it had to be something of the sort because she couldn't quite wrap her head around all this.
The clashing and the fighting kept coming closer towards her, as if they planned on saving her. Were they the group of vigilantes who were saving people around town? She had no choice but to trust them, from what she could understand of the situation. One of them started fighting their way through the mass of Foot Clan towards her, creating a clearing for the rest of them to follow through. Bodies flew, groans echoed in the alley, and that was all she allowed herself to notice – She abhorred fighting, blood, and gore, so she kept her head bent and eyes tightly shut, her tied legs pressed close to her chest as she leaned against the bumper of the van.
It felt like the moments flew by hours before one of them reached her, tapping her shoulder lightly and shocking her so much so her legs flew, kicking him in the shin with her heel. The strange creature with a red bandana bit his lip, nearly cursing and gripping his shin in pain. Due to her gag, she could not alarm him about the nearing Foot member behind him with a brick in hand. She flinched as it smashed down on his skull, the brick shattering in a dusty mess on his shoulders, the other Ninja swiftly punching him to the side as he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder murmuring something about 'No Witnesses.' This specific ninja that was holding her seemed larger than the others – Broader shoulders, thicker arms, and taller. Oddly enough, he didn't seem to be giving the one giving orders, although he looked as if he was in high regard – He had a symbol on his chest that the others didn't. His gloved hands wrapped rightly around her ankles, securing her in place. His hands felt.. Odd. Different than what the other ninjas felt like. It was as if he didn't want to wish her any ill will.
More darkly dressed ninjas ambushed them, but the numbers were thinning out – There were only two ninjas for every turtle, and although they put up a good fight, it was thinning quickly as the second ticked by. The person holding her grunted and was once again dropped onto the concrete. The attacker was the turtle in the red bandana, and she could just barely see their fists flying at each other. The ninja withdrew a small silver blade and thrust it into the turtles side and shoulder.
"Raph!" The other three yelled. 'Raph...? They have names...? Wait of course they have names.' She silently cursed herself for her moment of stupidity. She was snapped out of her thoughts by the ninja being thrown against the van, leaving a decent sized dent in the side of the van. His head snapped back against the hard metal, a sickening crack coming from his head. Blood stained his tightly wrapped tunic, and red stained on green skin as the ninja slumped down to the ground, seemingly dead. There were no more left to fight, only her and the four turtles.
She tried desperately to lift herself, using the van as leverage to lean on to help her, albeit unsuccessfully. Beck crashed down to the hard concrete below her, the green figure beside her taking in shallow, slow breaths as she met his warm hazel eyes. 'Hazel... So human...' She could see him slowly falling, eyes shutting unconscious and lifted by one of them with a purple bandana. She felt warm, strong hands wrap around her shoulders, lifting her up. She felt the hard bumps to the head and the surprise of reality getting the better of her, and leaned against the one with the blue bandana currently lifting her up, using his shoulder as a pillow as her eyes drifted shut, the sweet abyss of sleep calling to her.
AN:
Please review! I am still nervous... What do you think of it? Next chapter you get to see what she really looks like, I'm going to try to do Don's first person POV.
