Jumping from roof top to roof top, four humanoid turtles raced against the sound of sirens towards the sound a woman screaming. They'd spent hours up on the roofs of New York City enjoying the air, lights and sounds that were often missed down in the sewers where they lived. Though they spent many nights doing their best to help curb the crime of their city, being non-humans, they were often faced with hysterics after their acts of heroism. For this very reason, they stayed hidden in shadows, doing their best to blend with the night.
The scream rang through the air again just as the turtles jumped down onto the fire escape of the final building. Surveying the alley, the turtles found a small gang of men in black, known as the Foot Clan cornering an unarmed young woman in the corner. Before she could scream again, one of the members lifted the handle of his sword, knocking it into the woman's head. As her eyes rolled back and she fell against the ground, the turtles took their cue.
Leaping from the fire escape, weapons in hand, the turtles took on the human ninjas, backing them away from the girl. The man with the sword let out a long whistle, signaling a retreat. As the black clad men made their way out of the alley, three of the turtles chased after them, weapons still drawn.
As his brothers chased down the foot soldiers, the turtle with the purple bandana put his bo staff away as he ran to the girl. Careful to stay hidden in the shadows, he gently lifted her head from the concrete checking for blood. His quick review revealed only a large bump forming through her dark brown hair and he knew she'd have one really bad headache in the morning. He looked down at her face in time to see her eyes flutter open. The pale blue color of eyes instantly caught his attention and he found it hard to look away. Swallowing hard, he smiled down at the girl. "Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice oddly not his own. He hadn't meant to disguise his voice, but it was obviously different, deeper, even to his own ears.
She closed her eyes again, wincing at the pain. "Am I alive?" she asked. Her voice was soft, strained but her words were clear. That was a good sign.
He laughed slightly before answering. "Yes."
"Then, I'm okay."
Against his better judgment, he took her hand in his, squeezing it softly. A static shock hit them both as he grabbed on to her. She smiled softly, her blue eyes fluttering back open. "Hey, there's a spark between us." Then her eyes closed again as she fell back against his arm.
He smiled as she closed her eyes, then frowned as the sound of sirens filled the air. His ear piece squealed in his ear as his brother yelled through his microphone. "Donnie, get out of there."
Looking down at the girl in his arms, he reassured himself that she was still breathing and that the boys in blue would be able to get her the medical attention she needed. "You'll be okay," he whispered but he wasn't sure if she heard him in her unconscious state.
"Dammit Donnie, NOW! That's an order!" his brother yelled again.
Placing the girl carefully back on the ground, he jumped to his feet. "On my way, Leo." With one final glance at the girl's sleeping face, he secretly hoped he'd see her again. Someday.