I was gonna put this on AO3, but they’re not accepting new members right now, so i’ll just post the first few pages on this old blog. Just a tmnt fic i’ve been working on for a while
“My brothers are so pissed at you.” I jump, startled, which almost never happens anymore. I turn and see a large, greenish shadow of a bulky looking man. I knew who he was right away. One of them.
“How did you sneak up on me?” I ask, taking in his aura. I glance down at the puppy I was playing with. This turtle and the dog had similar aura’s. Surprising. Most people didn’t have an aura as positive as dogs. The dog must have concealed him from me.
“Beats me.” He shrugs and walks forward, sitting on the edge of the roof with me. I could see him more clearly now. I hadn’t looked at one of them this closely before. If they got too close, I played dirty. I didn’t want to hurt them, but I wasn’t about to be captured again. It was the only way to get away from them.
“Where are your brothers?” I ask. The red one had to have it out for me. I definitely injured him in the shoulder when I was fighting back last week. Then he got hit by the burst when he grabbed me too roughly.
“Just out on patrol, no biggie.” He replies.
“Shouldn’t you be out there too?” I ask. Raising an eyebrow. The dog next to me stands up lazily and pads over to the turtle, cuddling up into him. The dog must be able to feel his aura as well.
“I’m out there. I can see lots of crime from here.” He gives me this lopsided grin that looks like it belongs on his face. This one is very easy-going. But that doesn’t mean I should let my guard down. He could easily still be dangerous.
“Where?” I ask, feigning innocent teasing and putting my hand to my forehead, looking around. The turtle, wanting to play along, looked around as well. I kept doing it, keeping an eye on him to see where he was looking. I knew there was a windowsill just under my feet leading into an abandoned building. I was pretty sure it was broken. When the turtle turned his back to, I immediately slipped down, my feet hitting the sill. I was right; the glass was in pieces. I slipped into the building through the jagged opening.
“Hey!” I heard his voice, still outside, ring out, but I was already running. Run, run. You can’t let them catch you. You can’t let it happen again. You’re finally free.
Four not two
Watch out
Gift or curse
I push myself harder, sprinting down the halls. The building was huge. If I made enough turns and floor switches, I might be able to lose him. I heard feint footsteps as the turtle ran after me. I didn’t expect much else. Those freaks were going to try and catch me, or die trying. I’m sure the Master made sure of that.
I skidded past a stairwell and immediately backtracked to run down the stairs. How many stairs should I descend? How far down should I go? 4 floors, I picked at random. Usually best to just go with my gut, these days. It usually knows what’s going on better than my scattered brain does.
I emerge to a lower floor and immediately sprint into a hallway, abruptly turning left, then right. My mind is somewhere hazy. I don’t think, I refuse to think. I just have to get to a place where not even I know where I am. Then I’ll be safe.
Partly because my breaths were coming in gasps, I picked a door and yanked it open, slipping in and closing as quietly as possible. No noise.
I turn and look at the old, decrepit office. Wood was rotting, and it was cold and damp. This room has a broken window as well, and wind whistled in. I fell to my knees and tried to catch up on my breath. I had gotten very good at evading. At least something good came out of this long, traumatic, broken experience.
I took a few deep breaths, once my lungs had gotten under control, and stood. Slowly, I went to the window and looked out, searching for little flashes of color. Orange, red, blue, or purple. Nightmare colors.
I see something flying through the air, and I duck. I feel an aura coming closer. He wasn’t close enough to be worrying, but I could still sense him. I considered his aura. I think this was the blue one.
“Damnit, Mikey.” I hear him say, loud enough that I can just barely hear him. I melt into the floor and try to remain hidden.
“Anything?” Another aura has joined. The red one, most certainly. The anger is so consuming that I can practically see a haze of red in the air.
“No. Mikey got a little too ‘into character’ and let her get away before we could drop in.” So the orange one was trying to trick me. They did a good job choosing him for the job. I almost trusted him.
“Damnit.” I feel a slight vibration in the structure of the building, along with a loud bang. The angry one had hit something.
“We’ll find her. I wouldn’t let information like this slip out of my hands.” Says the blue one. Ha. Information? What did he think I knew?
Another aura dropped in. The purple one. Probably the calmest aura of the four of them. Lastly, the puppy-like aura of the orange one, Mikey, jumping up on what was probably the rooftop above me.
“Why the hell did you look away from her?!” The blue one began his lecture quite quickly. The positivity faded from the orange one’s aura.
“I was trying to get her to trust me.” The orange one said quietly.
“So while you were trying to have fun with your playmate, you let a dangerous criminal escape! Someone who might have info on Shredder!” I wonder what type of relationship they had with the Master. Maybe estranged henchmen, like how the pig and rhino are.
“I’m sorry! But… what if she isn’t as dangerous as we think?” The orange one- Mikey- says. At least someone has some brains. The idea of me as ‘dangerous’ was laughable. I wasn’t trouble. I just attracted it.
“Sure, an average citizen just stabbed me in the shoulder.” The red one growls.
“We were chasing her…” Mikey trails off.
“And every time any of us touches her we get… feeling-zapped or something. We can’t let someone like that just walk around New York.” The purple one says.
“Yeah! And she stabbed me in the shoulder! I need payback.” I shuddered at the sound of the red one’s voice. I dreaded what he would do to me if he did catch me- for as long as I was forced to stay alive. I knew in my heart I would kill myself as soon as I could when I was captured- either by these mutants or the Master. I was ready for death.
“Okay, she couldn’t have left the building. Mikey, you stay here and watch the exits. Doors and windows. Don, Raph, and I are going to go in and try to find her.” The blue one orders them- always ordering them around, how rude- and they split up. After a moment, I look up and find the orange-banded turtle on the topmost part of the roof, with a view of every window and door. I couldn’t get out the window fast enough to avoid his gaze. I’m stuck in here.
Desperately, I turned and ruffled through the drawers of the old desk. In the bottom drawer I found a pocketknife. I tested it on the side of my arm- it was definitely sharp enough. I sat down behind the desk, ready for whatever outcome faces me.
It was probably about a half an hour before I heard footsteps down the hallway. It was the purple one. I listened hard for any other noises. There was a door slam every two minutes or so. They must be searching through every room. Looks like I was doomed.
But I must still have a little hope, because I haven’t sliced my throat yet. I probably won’t do it until the very last second.
Finally, I heard the wiggle of the doorknob and held my breath. The aura was calm, but that didn’t quell my fear. The door opened and the purple one walked in.
“I know you’re in here. I can sense your heartbeat and heat signature.” He called into the room. I slowly brought the knife up against my throat, but it wasn’t the right time yet.
The purple one sighs and walks up to the desk. He’s no more than two feet away from me, a short, rotting piece of wood between us. I see his hand grab the bottom of the desk and flip it over, exposing me. Our eyes meet only for one second before I tell myself to do it. It’s time. I press down and start to slide the knife across my throat.
I wasn’t fast enough. Before I could cut anything deeper than the skin, the knife was knocked out of my hand and that hand was pinned against the wall.
“Leo, I have her.” Was all the purple one said into a radio. Even though I could feel the icy fear coursing through my veins, he didn’t seem to be affected by it this time around. I looked up at my wrist where our flesh met. Gloves. Smart man.
Before long I heard running footsteps coming towards us. I was oddly calm. With how fired up the red one would be, it would only be a matter of time before he had a weapon against me. All I would need is a little momentum to drive the sharp object into my body- hopefully the throat. That would be the fastest.
The three other turtles burst in and I regard them all. The red one is heaving. Again, the anger is like a haze in the air. They all felt anger to some degree, however. This was probably good. The angrier they were, the faster I could get myself killed.
“How are you not getting…” Mikey pointed to his hand-like mutant paw and pretended to be zapped when he touched his palm.
“Gloves.” He held up the other hand, where he was wearing an identical one.
The blue one stalked up to me with his weapons relaxed at his sides. He was mad. Good.
“You’re going to tell us what you know about the Shredder…” He began in a sickly calm voice as he pulled out his sword. “Or else.”
I kept his eye contact, setting my jaw to try and upset him more. I spit at his feet. He growled and held the sword up against my throat. There’s my opening.
“Leo!” The purple one, who had seen this before, tried to stop the blue one. He was almost too late. I pushed myself forward and tore my head to the side, leaving a gash on my neck. It hadn’t gotten down to my larynx, but I began bleeding profusely.
“Shit!” The blue one jumped up as the purple one runs over to try to stop the bleeding. I could feel it- I hadn’t gone deep enough. I would have to try again.
Not now, though. The blood loss, exhaustion, pain and general terror had caught up to me. Let them do what they want for now, I thought. I let the darkness of unconsciousness take me.
Eddy hopping over the fence indicates his willingness to “cheat” the system, or to take a shortcut. Much like his schemes, it might end up being more work, but in his mind, cheating is the best way to get ahead.
Edd goes the neat and logical way, he’s straight forward. BUT, note that he closes the gate behind him rather than leaving it open. He’s incredibly meticulous and even if it’s more convenient to leave it open for anyone coming in behind him, he has to leave things neat, tidy and as he found them.
Ed is also is straight forward, he in fact is using the MOST direct route. But this route is one no one else would consider because it seems completely nonsensical. Which sums him up pretty well. The fact that it works for him is also fun to note. In general his earnestness and determination carries him through situations that most people would be stopped by.
hello my sweet sweet ship…it’s been a while :D..don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about these two (three ?)
you might be familiar with these scenes..yes…it’s from Steven Universe’s episode “Last out of beach city”…all I could think about this episode,well besides the fact that Pearl has finally got a new love interest (?), is I’m imagining that Edd was Pearl and the Mystery Girl was Kevin…they’re somewhat fit for the character XDD…I love this episode…I’ll try to draw them in other scenes if I got the time
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(i don’t own any of these character..I’m just a mere fan both of these show and this ship)
I missed my one shot kevedd comic..so I’m back to school next week and I still haven’t done my kevedd dares OTL…but I might as well do it since there’s not much school works to do yet.
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