Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles a fresh take on the 80's toon

[Darth Rockwell]

The rain pelted her as she fled her pursuers. “You’re a very stupid girl Irma. What where you thinking taking that short cut this time of night,” she asked her self as she ran. It was a torrential downpour as she made her way down the side walk shoving past people to busy to see that the young woman needed help. From a little farther back she could hear the shouting of, “She’s going this way.” Her glasses where fogged up from the combination of rain and sweat as she dashed down a side ally hoping to lose her followers. Bit it was no use, she could hear them shouting at each other still. One of them had seen her. She ran faster. ‘It had been a mistake to where heels today,’ she thought to her self, ‘there going to be the death of me.’ Just then she hit the ground hard jarring her self into the here and now. Her glasses went flying as her lay on her stomach in the puddle. She tried to get up and find her glasses. She had managed to get to her hands and knees when she felt a boot on her back shove her back down.

They had caught up to her and now stood over her fallen body. Terror was in her eyes as the two men flipped her over and laughed. She couldn’t make them out but she knew them any way. She had seen them breaking into the store front. Before she knew what was going on one of them had grabbed her blue turtle neck and was holding her up by it. It was the taller of the man, the one who seemed to be in charge. He was a heavyer set man with shaggy blond hair and beady little eyes. He reeked of deli meant and beer. She tried to squirm out of his grip but that made him laugh harder. “Look Bebop we got our selves a live one,” he sneered in her face, “I’m going to enjoy this.” The other men he was with laughed in unison.

One of the other men had taken up a look out position at the entrance to the ally, he turned his head over his shoulder and shouted, “Make it fast we all want a turn.” He was shorter with a very dark complexion. Irma figured he had to be of African-American decent. The only real thing she could make out was the bright red vest. Another of the group had taken up the look out at the other end of the ally also.

She swallowed tears where pouring from her eyes. She wanted to scream, to make some kind of sound but nothing came. The attackers free hand had found its way under her sweater. His hand was freezing as he savagely groped her before he ripped the fastenings on her bra. Praying silently she just wanted this to end. Thankful that the only light in the ally wouldn’t give the men enough see the pain on her face.

He threw her to the ground and took a knife from his belt. The blade tore threw her shirt, she laid there exposed on the trash strewn ally. ‘So this is how it ends,’ she thought, ‘April was right. I should never have walked home this late.’ As she lay there looking up at the blurry form of her attacker the ally went dark as the clang of metal hitting the ground filled the air. He shoved her hard and her head hit the ground. She fought to stay conscious. Trying to see what was going on through the rain and her blurry vision.

She wasn’t quite sure what was happening. There seemed to be more people in the ally. It looked like they where fighting with her attackers. Everything was blurry and her head was swimming from hitting the ground. Then everything was silent except the rain. The next thing she knew was the red vest was being pulled onto her and zipped up. A voice said, “Don’t worry the police are on their way.” It was a peaceful voice yet strong. When she looked to see who was talking to her she noticed she was alone. But it couldn’t be like she thought. The shadows had looked like giant turtles.

The sound of sirens filled the air as she sat there in the ally way. Coldness started to bite into her as the rain continued to soak her clothes. It was all a blur as the police came into the ally. She was only half aware as one handed her her glasses and offered her up. She knew they had asked her if she was okay and what had happened, yet nothing really seemed real. Someone had saved her and she didn’t know who it was. Then a question hit her bringing her back, “Miss we got to take you to the hospital okay? Do you want us to contact anyone?”

She heard her response but it seemed like someone else talking, “Yes. April O’Neil please. She’s my room mate.”

 

[Darth Rockwell]

“Tonight one of our own people was attacked on her way home by the Purple Dragons. Like every other night she made her way down these streets expecting nothing. Tonight would be vastly different when she passed by this warehouse,” April paused while the camera panned to the buildings sign. Four letters where illuminated T.C.R.I. “Little is known about this facility but the owner, a Nathanial Mortu, assures authorities that nothing was taken. This is the fourth building the Purple Dragons have tried to steal things from in the last week and a half. We will keep you informed as news continues to break on this story. For Channel Six News this is April O’Neil signing off.”

The light on the camera faded out with her cameraman lowering the camera as she stood up. Reaching up she pulled the zipper up on her jump suit. Sex sold so she always tried to be as sexy as possible. Shaking her red hair out of the little top knot she smiled at Brian the camera guy. “Hey Brian can you let Burne know that I’m headed to the hospital to see Irma now. And that if he wants me to follow up on the story he’ll have to wait tell I make sure she is okay.” He just nodded and waved goodbye. Brian was a man of little words. She turned heading towards her Volkswagen Van, ‘How did Burne ever talk me into doing this before seeing Irma,’ she silently chastised her self as she got in.

Part of her held her self responsible to what had happened to Irma after all if she hadn’t asked her to look into a few facts Irma would have headed home on time. She needed those facts more then ever now that a fourth building belonging to Mr. Mortu had been the target of the Purple Dragons. Why target him? There had to be a connection to the heists but she couldn’t figure it out. What did an electronics store, a pet shop, a jewelry store, and a warehouse have in common other then being owned by the same person. Her mind was on other things then traffic as she ran the red light.

Sirens however brought her back to where she was and hung her head a little as she pulled over. “I don’t need this right now,” she sighed to her self. Looking over her shoulder the police officer dismounted his motorcycle and was making his way over to her window.

“Miss can you please give me your license, proof of insurance, and registration,” he was leaning against her car now smiling. The white motorcycle helmet and sunglasses obscuring his face, he was quite tall and muscular she thought. Maybe if she could see his face he might be cute to boot. But that scar on his chin was a little off putting. As she turned around having all three pieces of identification to hand to the officer, when he reached to take them she could see a purple tattoo coming from under his sleeve.

She floored the peddle taking off and leaving the mountain of man behind her. Taking a quick glance in the rearview mirror and saw him on a cell phone. She had to get to Irma.