Heavy footsteps rang out into the night, as you ran through the streets of New York. By the time you arrived outside your apartment building, you were completely out of breath. You leaned against the side of the building, as you struggled to catch your breath. You mind still whirled in confusion, and you tried to process what you just experienced. A pink face hugger, a dead very realistic looking robot, and a giant turtle ninja monster. This couldn't be real. You didn't get much sleep last night, and the few hours you did get were terrible out on the fire escape. That must be it. You were just really tired, and you must have hallucinated it.
Several minutes passed, before you managed to calm yourself down. Standing back up, you made your way into the low income building. The heavy front door creaked as you pushed it open. The entry way was home to the mailboxes, you're eyes spying the familiar names of Ryan Wright, Victor Hill, and John Peters. The inside door used to require a key to open, but the locking mechanism broke awhile back. The landlord still hasn't gotten around to fix it, so you simply opened it. You made your way over the cracked tile floors, to the single elevator. You pressed the button, and the doors opened. You stepped inside, and pressed the button for the top floor. The ride was slow, but thankfully quiet as no more music could play from the broken speaker. The elevator finally opened on your floor, and you stepped out into the hall.
You walked down the hall, your footsteps muffled by the faded carpets. The florescent lights flickered, reflecting off the peeling pale green walls, giving the hall a sickly apperance. As you got closer to your apartment, you began hearing a familiar set of voices.
"What, you going already Snake? The game just started!" Complained Vic.
"Those freaks I work for got another job for me. They don't like be kept waiting." Explained Snake shortly.
"But you just finished the last job an hour ago! You're seriously just gonna ditch?!" Argued Vic.
"It's good money. Go watch the game with Ryan or something for all I care." Declared Snake annoyed.
"Ryan's still hungover, and I need a break from the prick after all the commotion he made last night." Grumbled Vic.
"Not my problem. I'll watch the game with you guys tomorrow." Said Snake dismissively.
"Yeah, whatever. Just get out here, already!" Shooed Vic.
You had turned the corner by this point, the conversation louder now that you were so close to the apartment. Seeing your apartment, you began to make your way to the door. Before your reached it however, the door next to you opened, and another body harshly bumped into you. You stumbled a bit, and looked to your right to see the open door of Vic's apartment. Standing just outside was a scrawny pale man, with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes. He galred at you, face pulled into a scowl.
"Watch were you're walking, brat!" He growled at you.
"You're the one that needs to watch it." You rebuked, glaring back.
"You think you're tough, girl? Let's see just how tough you are." He threatened, stepping closer.
Vic caught sight of you, from his position on his coach.
"Leave the kid alone, Snake. Don't you have a job to get too?" Said Vic annoyed.
Snake huffed and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever." He snapped.
Snake stormed off around the corner, making sure to roughly bump your shoulder on the way out. You rubbed your shoulder.
"Hey Kid. Mind getting the door? I just got comfy." Asked Vic, eyes once again glued to his Tv.
You reached over and pulled his door close. You were a bit surprised that Snake was here, considering he hasn't been coming around as often. The guy made up the final member of Ryan's drinking buddies.
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Heart Of Fire - Raphael X Reader
Romansa(Y/n) (L/n) was a bit of a hot-headed 15 year old girl, with a gaurded yet kind heart. Ever since her mom died when she was young, she never knew what it was like to be part of a real family. She felt like a stray, being passed around foster homes...
