Winter { A TMNT Fan Fiction }

12. Turtle Territory

In front of me was that red banded turtle that saved me three days ago in the middle of an alley. He also promised me he'd help find Stella; maybe that's what he was doing out by the docks?

"What're you doin' out here, kid? I thought I told ya to go to the cops." It sounded like he was scolding me. He was scolding me. His arms were crossed over his chest as he starred down at me. The throbbing in legs subsided, and I hunched my shoulders over. I didn't need to be yelled at when I'm the only trying to do anything. I wasn't doing any harm to anyone; I just wanted my sister back.

"I have to find Stella." I grunted out to the reptile while I grabbed the fence to hoist myself to my feet. Thanks for the help, pal, I thought to myself, rolling my eyes as he watched my sore body struggle to get up.

"Doesn't mean run around the city by yourself. Ya tryin' to get yourself killed?" He asked me, picking my bag up off the ground. I smoothed my jacket down while pulling it closer to my body before taking my bag from him and slinging it over my shoulder. 

"Well, what are you doing out here?" I questioned instead. I was surprised I wasn't a stuttering mess by then. Kind of happy, actually; I was actually holding a conversation with a boy. Too bad it was a giant turtle.

"Workin' on somethin'." He grumbled and began walking away from me, down the way he came from I guess. I sighed as I watched his figure get smaller and smaller. Well, so much for him. Shivering, I turned my eyes back to the warehouse in front of me. I've got to start somewhere, and why not here?

Before I could even think to take a step towards the building in front of me, a voice called out to me,"You comin' or what?"

I turned around quickly to see the turtle looking back at me with an unidentifiable look on his face,"I- what?"

"Get a move on; I ain't waiting all night." My feet moved to a jog to catch up with him. I didn't even give myself time to think about the dangers of going with a complete stranger in the dark, alone. But I guess my conscience had its reasons- after all- he was my savior so that probably helped a lot for this case.

"Where are we going?" I asked nervously. We were walking past many different warehouses, and I kept getting more scared the further we went. But my feet kept me right behind the turtle.

"What's your name?" I popped another question when he didn't answer me. That should have been the first question I asked him. Why did I not think to ask him that before I willingly went with him? I know nothing about this guy.

I heard him grumble something under his breath before he peaked at me from over his shoulder. His eyes locked on mine, and I had trouble remaining eye contact with his intense stare.

He smirked,"I'm Raphael. Don't wear it out."

Wow, cocky much? My subconscious blabbed in my head.

"Okay. So um," I stumbled over my words,"How old are you, Raphael?" I was being really nosy, but I couldn't help but be curious. Plus, I didn't think I'd get much out of him if I kept asking him where we were going.

"Hey, I'm askin' the questions here, got it?" He snapped at me, not looking back. With his tone, I flinched and tripped over my shoes.

Okay, so he's not very friendly.

"O-okay. Urm. Sorry." I mumbled back, looking at my scuffed up boots. My legs began to ache the longer we walked, and I could feel them starting to quiver. I guess that fall hurt me more than I thought. I kept my mouth shut, though. I didn't think Raphael would appreciate me complaining. I just hoped we got where we were going soon before my legs fell off.

That's when I ran into Raphael's shell because he had stopped walking to bend down and pull a garage door open. I stumbled backwards and once again fell to the ground with a thump. Now my butt was sore just like the rest of me.

Great.

His eyes flashed in my direction in annoyance, and I began to wonder why he hadn't told me to screw off yet. Maybe he felt sorry for me? That had to be it. Or maybe this was his way of helping me? Taking me to an abandoned warehouse? Maybe it's where he lives?

"Are ya gonna sit there all night?" His voice brought me out of my head and then I noticed he had reached a hand down to help me up.

Huh. Maybe he can be nice.

I put my gloved hand in his three fingered one, and he lifted me to my feet without a problem. He entered the building without any fear being present. It was pitch black in that room and it seemed to me that he knew exactly where he was going.

I took cautious steps forward when light blinded my vision. He had light in a warehouse? How'd he do that? He must've rewired some things to get it to work; these buildings were way too old to have working electricity.

"And this is my baby." He said as I inched into the building. My eyes landed on a red motorcycle next to a giant armored truck. My eyes widened at all the cool technology scattered around the room. It was actually pretty cool, and the passionate look on Raphael's face as he starred at his bike had me almost giggling. I guess he wasn't much different from human guys. Guys loved anything dangerous looking.

"Wow..." I breathed out,"Where did you get this stuff from?" He leaned against his bike as I ventured the room. When he spoke I turned to face him.

"We're pretty good at restoring stuff." Was all he said, but I got anxiety as he said it.

"We?"

And then a giant blue pentagon started coming up in the middle of the floor.

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argh. these chapters are so bad and boringggggg. I hope it's not too bad )):
I might double update today if I can get the next chapter written- if I have the time.
I'm trying to write as much as I can before school starts back, then updates will be really slow.
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