IM SORRY. I HAD LOOOOTS OF HOMEWORK.
Sadly, I won't be able to update next week until Sunday/Monday since I'm spending the weekend with a friend.
I would of had this up earlier tonight, but my puppy distracted me.
YAY. CHAPTER 3. BADLY WRITTEN BUT I SERIOUSLY DIDNT KNOW HOW TO WRITE THIS.
and yes, April finally meets the rest of the Boys.
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~Tanning Beaufield High School, New York City~
April pushed through the halls of crowded people in attempt to actually get to class early. She was almost there, but someone rushed past her and knocked her off balance. She fell over, the books she was holding scattered.
"Whoa, you okay?" a familiar voice boomed behind her, next thing she knew there was someone next to her helping her up.
After standing up, she took in the boy next to her. He had tan skin and long black hair that reached his shoulders. His eyes were a special shade of brown, they felt warm and looked rough at the same time. He was a bit taller then the average sixteen year old and a lot buffer.
"Casey Jones," his New York accent clung to every word. He wore white tank with a brown leather jacket. His hair was unkempt and messy… this didn't mean he wasn't any less attractive.
April nervously smiled and thanked him. "I'm April...Uh, yeah. I haven't seen you around here before-"
"I moved here a few days ago," he flashed her a smile.
"Well, thanks again. I'll um see you around?"
"Sure thing," he winked and walked off, leaving her with ambivalent feelings.
April had a hard time concentrating the rest of the day. Why was he so familiar? Where had she heard that voice? These questions swirled around her.
~Sewer, New York City~
"And then the zombies all came at me but I used my last power up to beat the-"
"I'm sure you were amazing." Raph sarcastically said as he repudiated Mikey.
Mikey pouted and Raph raised an eyebrow. It was quiet before Michelangelo sighed in defeat and trudged off to the living room to watch TV.
Raph rolled his eyes at his brother's behavior and hopped up onto the kitchen counter, cracking open his new chord book to study and make sense of the new ways to strum.
The teen had a secret talent; he played electric guitar. It annoyed the crap out his other brothers (since they all lived on the same hall). But Raphael actually liked the instrument, and took the time to learn it.
The Hamato brothers had at one point formed a band. Donnie on keyboard, Mikey on drums, Raph on electric guitar, and Leo sang. They actually weren't half bad, covering songs by Kings of Leon, Linkin Park, and even at one point, Taylor Swift (against Raph's will).
They eventually stopped playing together, getting too busy with their ninja studies. But here and there they still rehearsed.
"It has been confirmed that five scientists from T.C.R.I are now missing." Mikey had the TV turned up way too loud again. But for once, the news interested Raph. He came into the living room.
"T.C.R.I has ordered an immediate shut down in order to further investigate this. We pray these five people are found quickly and safely. We are jumping to right outside the T.C.R.I building where Dr. Robert O'Neil joins us. Good day, Dr. O'Neil, how are you?"
A smiling man flashed onto the screen. He had short red hair that was combed back to make himself look professional. Dr. O'Neil wore a white lab coat over an ugly mustard colored shirt. His thin black-rimmed glasses were pushed far onto his nose to keep from falling, he sure did look like a scientist.
But Raph couldn't shake the feeling that he had seen him somewhere before. Or…maybe not him but his face.
Pale skin, red hair, slight freckles, and an innocuous smile.
The girl.
The girl he had saved, this scientist must be related to her. Most likely her father. He had to be.
…Did this mean? Was she in danger? Is that why there was so may people after her? Of course. They needed her as blackmail to get her father. That was the only logical thing.
Raphael stood and quickly made his way to his room, where he grabbed his hoodie and the two trusty sai. By the time he made it to the ladder to escape the sewer, he was too late.
The police sirens wailed.
~Streets, New York City~
April was sitting crossed legged on her couch, flipping channels. She her Father's face on the news and gagged. "What on earth are you wearing?"
And then there was silence.
Crash.
Windows broke, scattering glass everywhere. Men in samurai uniforms jumped into her living room. The door broke down. More of them flooded in.
April shrieked. She desperately looked around the room for something she could grab to defend herself. Nothing.
"Help!" she yelled as men ran at her. "I'm being attacked! Room 209! Room 20-mph!" a cloth was tied around her mouth. April kicked as a few goons got a hold of her. One finally just threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and then jumped out the door.
"Coppers headin' over here. Get the girl in the car!" one of them yelled to the man carrying April. The man scaled down the wall by jumping from balcony to balcony. He finally made it to solid ground and quickly pushed April into a van.
April was panicking. Why were they doing this? What importance was she? Why wasn't someone coming to her rescue?
Maybe it was a bad time to start thinking about this, but she finally realized where she had recognized Casey Jones. He was the masked sportsman! The one who had "rescued" her from the thugs earlier!
She broke herself from her thoughts. She needed to think a way out of this, not about Casey.
~Sewers, New York City~
"Anyone else notice how weird Raph's been acting lately?" Mikey pondered.
"Weird? He's been completely normal. Maybe he just hasn't got enough brooding time this month." Leo shrugged.
"He's been disappearing and you know it."
"So?" Donatello didn't look up from the computer he was tampering with.
"I want to know where he's going!" Mikey exclaimed.
"You want to follow him? Do it. I'm not saving your skin when he finds you." Leo patted Mikey's back sarcastically and walked to his room.
"Donnie? You wanna help me, bro?"
Donnie said nothing, instead he looked up at his brother and raised an eyebrow. Mikey groaned.
"Whatever. Booyakasha!" he cried as he ran out of the room and through the sewer.
~Unknown, New York City~
April didn't know what to do. What could she do? She was tied to a chair in the middle of a dark, empty, room. She was no longer gagged, but didn't dare scream. Nobody would hear her anyway.
She inhaled deeply; trying to convince herself this was just a nightmare. Where was her masked hero? Where was Casey?
She needed them both. But they weren't here, so how did she save herself? April leaned forward, seeing if she could possibly get to her feet. The chair snapped back onto balance. Nope.
"Hey! What the-?!" someone yelled and his voice was followed by many thuds.
April peered into the dark, trying to see what was happening. She heard what sounded like kicks and punches being thrown. Then blades against metal. She bit her lip.
Then it was silent.
"Uh, you okay?" a gruff voice came from behind her. The same voice of the masked man who had saved her time after time.
"How'd you find me?" April cocked her head to the side and tried to get a good look at him.
He cut the ropes that were tied to the chair with his sai. "I was in the neighborhood." He sarcastically shrugged and stepped back into his shadow.
"Right. So how are we escaping?"
Her rescuer's eyes drifted to the ceiling, where there was a skylight big enough for a person to fit through.
April's eyes followed his and she realized what he was planning. "Oh, no. No way."
He turned back to her and she was pretty sure he was smirking. She shook her head and stood firm.
"Hey bro, what th- DUDE IS THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND?" a new voice cam onto the scene. April didn't recognize it.
"Idiot." The one wearing a red mask mumbled.
The new voice stepped out from behind April and observed her. He wore clothing very different from her rescuer. It was a black jumpsuit with a random orange belt (made of ribbon) tied around his waist. He did have a mask identical to her rescuer, but his was orange.
"Ahhh, okay, red is your favorite color after all." He joked.
"Little brother," the red masked one growled to a confused April. "Speaking of which, why the heck are you here?"
"Why do you get to have all the fun?"
"Go home, Mikey."
"There you go spilling my secret identity."
"You're not a superhero."
"So yeah, I'm Mikey. And that's R-"
"Stop talking."
April felt uncomfortable in the situation. She nodded and bit her lip before speaking. "Can we get out of here?"
The one masked in red grunted and began to try to find a way up to the skylight.
"Bro, what are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" his voice was as sharp as a knife.
"Well…it's just… front door." He pointed toward the hallway that lead to the entry way.
'Red' as April had shortened it to, rolled his eyes and started following his brother but turned to April.
"Well?" He gestured for her to walk in front of him.
She gave him a brief smile and followed the two turtles out, stepping over her unconscious attackers.
They were soon out of the building, an old abounded movie theater.
"So uh, thanks." April smiled.
Red gave a small nod and Mikey grinned, giving her a puppy dog-love look.
Suddenly, the unconscious began to stir, waking up. Red gritted his teeth and began to think. "Where's the nearest hole?" he turned to his brother.
Mikey shrugged. "You traveled here by using one."
Red nodded and grabbed April, throwing her over his shoulder. He took off and Mikey followed. April didn't question him; he was worthy of her trust, right?
After traveling for about two minutes, they stopped and Red put her down. He looked at her for minute; his eyes were cold. He bit his lip and looked away. April decided he was fighting himself on something.
Finally he looked to Mikey, "she's coming with us."
~Sewers, New York City~
April didn't know how she had gotten here. She was in a sewer.
A freaking sewer.
Red and Mikey had led her down her, and were now trudging through them, as if they knew them by heart. What was the bet that they actually did?
April silently followed behind Mikey, since Red had decided he was her bodyguard, always following behind her. She glared at the ground, this was so gross and stupid. She was following two guys she knew nothing about down to a sewer. She cursed herself for it.
"Here we are! Sewer Sweet Sewer, casa de sewer, uhhh. Wipe you feet at the-"
"I think I got the point." She glared at Red and he shrugged.
"Number one rule, don't talk to Mikey." He then proceeded into the room that was now visible to April.
It was a large living space; it looked like it was once a subway station or such. Now it was the living room for theses two- er. Four?
Two other teenagers were in the room. One was practicing on a training dummy with swords…? The other was messing with a computer, looking like he was about to erupt in frustration.
"Donnie!" Mikey jumped over the couch and rushed over to the one playing with the computer. "We brought home Raph's girlfriend!"
Donnie didn't look up from his computer and mumbled something April couldn't hear. She turned her attention to Red, "Raph? That's your name?"
He rolled his eyes, realizing there was no reason to keep it hidden anymore. "Raphael." He grumbled, almost too quiet for April to hear.
She grinned, but didn't have time to reply. The boy who had been practicing with swords was making his way over to the pair. "Raph? What the heck are you doing?"
Raphael pulled him aside and began to tell him the story. The boy nodded and turned back to April. "My name is Leonardo, of course you've met Raphael and Michelangelo."
"Michelangelo? Oh, Mikey? That's his name?" April cocked her head to the side.
Mikey jumped back over the couch that was in the middle of the room. It faced several TV monitors. A torn up couch, and an old love seat also faced the monitors.
"Yours truly!" Mikey grinned. "So that just leaves-"
"You weren't kidding." He was interrupted by a very attractive teen, the one who had been messing with the computer. He was now in front of April, looking down on her.
His brown hair flopped a bit over his eyes, were thin black glasses rested. April blushed, he was seriously gorgeous. "Donatello, but you can call me Donnie," he offered his hand and she shook it.
"April. April O'Neil," she smiled and he smiled back.
"O'Neil? Like the scientist, Dr. O'Neil?" Leonardo asked and April pulled her hand back.
"My father? What about him?"
Leo turned back to Raphael. "That's why you kept disappearing?"
"Obviously." Said Raph as he pulled his mask off, revealing beautiful brown eyes.
April could finally now see all of Raphael's face. She was completely in shock. She never expected him to be as cute as he was.
She tried to shake herself from her thoughts, what if became friends with these boys? What if she crushed on one of them? Because both Donnie and Raphael were pretty much gorgeous to April's eyes.
"Well April, welcome to our little home here, in the…uh…sewer. It's actually not that bad, you learn to love it!" Mikey started rambling. His mask was off now as well; his eyes were a shade of blue that could only be described as innocent. April smiled and shrugged.
"Boys, what is going on?" an old man entered the room and curiously observed the scene.
"Sensi," all boys echoed and bowed to the man.
"Master Splinter, this is April O'Neil. Raphael and Mikey brought her here." Donatello stepped forward.
Master Splinter nodded and looked deep in thought.
Donnie moved back to April and whispered in her ear. "Master Splinter is our adopted father. Though we're all biological brothers."
"Raphael, Michelangelo, please come speak with me, my sons."
April watched the two follow their father into another room.
Leonardo was the first to speak up. "I'm going back to training. You think you can give our guest the tour of Sewer de la Grande, Don."
"Oh your swords?" April asked, not aware she had actually said it out loud.
"Katanas." Leo said with a hint of irritation.
"He gets all touchy about the difference. Not that there is one," Donnie shrugged and quickly grabbed April's arm and led her away before Leo could make a remark.
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Small cliffy. Not really.
Actually.
Not at all.
Okay well, there it is.
I listened to Gangam Style (INSTRUMENTAL)
As well as Tongue Tied, And many different Yellowcard songs.
So bye then~ Sorry for a crappy chapter!