Rude Raphs fictions; Raphael’s new kitten, Poe-
The rain fell in sheets that night. Moving slowly over the city, the storm was reminiscent of some biblical plague.
Raphael was on patrol and the water fell from his body in rivers. Visibility was shit, but that didn’t tamper him down in the slightest. It did make for a slow night though.
Humans of the filth variety he protected the city from were staying indoors on a night like tonight.
The streetlights made the pavement look like a million tiny moons were reflecting in the puddles. It would have been beautiful if it weren’t so fucking cold.
Turning up an alley on the West side, the terrapin stalked forward through the liquid Armageddon. His massive shoulders rolled like a lions and his gait was wide and sure. He wore aggression like a fine cologne and his energy was looking for a target.
He hated the quiet nights. He felt wound too tight and was getting twitchy.
The violence he expelled was one of the few releases he had. He wasn’t much for company, not that many wanted to be around him in the first place. He’d just as soon rip your head off and tell you to go fuck yourself self for even looking at him funny.
Stalking through the downpour, he passed a garbage bin. One of those huge bitches that the city hoped (in vain) would contain some of the trash that littered the streets like rancid confetti.
As the mutant passed his ears registered the smallest of sounds. A human would have missed it.
Moving forward towards the mewling, Raph was thinking maybe it was a baby raccoon in the trash. He listened again, the sounds getting softer.
Tiny sporadic cries hit his ears, but didn’t echo like they were inside the metal bin.
Kneeling down, he started shirting through some of the debris looking for the animal the crying was coming from.
Finding nothing surrounding the container, he shoved the few hundred pounds it weighed to the side like it was made of cardboard.
There. Behind the bin, and against the grimy brick wall, lay the body of a dead cat. She’d been gone for a few days judging by the decomp her body was in. She was black and white and must have been beautiful when she was alive.
A sadness hit the mutants heart like a pinprick. He loved cats most of all. He could understand them, and they him. There was a kindred spirit in them he never found with anything or anyone else.
In a macabre way Raph wondered if the ghost of this feline called him over. Where the hell did that sound come from??
Just then his eyes caught a small movement near the mother cats back feet.
Soaking wet and lying on its side, a tiny black mass struggled to take a breath.
The minuscule kitten lay with its fur plastered to its body from the rain. It looked more like a baby bird because every one of its bones were visible. Mouth agape, the infant cat gasped for oxygen.
Without thinking twice, Raphael scooped up the kitten and held him close to his body.
Which was completely fucking useless because the weather had chilled his body to the touch.
Sometimes he hated being a cold blood.
Taking off at a dead run the mutant hurled himself through the darkness.
Heading towards a place he could find with his eyes shut, he arrived a mere ten minutes later.
Kicking in the French doors leading into the apartment from the rooftop garden, the woodwork shattered as if it were glass.
He’d worry about that later. Right now he had much more important things to worry about than Y/N losing her security deposit.
The female wasn’t home, but it’s not like he needed her permission to be there.
Like a male possessed he tore into the bathroom and ripped off the cabinet doors. The first aid supplies were under there and he wasn’t exactly Mr. Gentleman when he was stressed.
More like Mr. Bull In A China Shop.
Finding the heating pad, he pulled it from underneath. Pulling a towel off the glass shower, he wrapped up the tiny precious feline in his arms.
Jogging into the living room, he plugged in the heating pad and was grateful it was a 60 second heat up variety.
Taking a seat in his recliner, he placed the pad in his lap. Tentatively, he peeked at the kitten to make sure he was still breathing.
Looking into the deep terry cloth, little blue eyes met his own and blinked.
Raphael gently laid the kitten still wrapped up in the towel on top of the heating pad. His large fingers stroking up and down to reassure him.
“Aw man little guy, you’re royally fucked up aren’t you? It’s okay furball. I got you now. You ain’t alone anymore. I’m gonna get you better my man. It’s all gonna be good.” The warrior whispered aloud, thankful he was alone as he said it.
Gently and rhythmically, the mutant started to rock in the chair as the kitten was warming. In the rush, it didn’t register that he was still wet.
Well, shit. The chair was gonna be soggy for a hot second.
The soft cloak of darkness covered both the cat and the turtle. Every now and again, Raph checked to make sure the kitten was still breathing.
Nestling down in the chair the warrior decided he wasn’t moving from this spot for the rest of the night. His little buddy needed to get warm and stay that way. Raph didn’t mind. He had no where else to be.
He looked around for something to break the silence. The TV remote was too far away, and he wasn’t moving for no god damn reason.
His eyes settled on a book on Y/N’s side table. Picking it up, he flipped to a page and started reading.
In the soft intimacy of quiet and comfort, a Brooklyn accented voice glided through the dark to reach tiny kitten ears…
“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary…”
