Same as it Never Was

Part Two - Raphael

TMNT one shot for TMNT221BHobbit.

In the darkness, it was almost impossible to see. It was long past curfew, and Karai Legions roamed the streets, sometimes breaking into houses for the chance to ruin some poor family's lives.

There was a park, in the middle of the city that hadn't been used in years. The monkey bars had caved into themselves long ago, and the slide was melted on some parts, due to the unforgiving sun.

Hidden under the rubble was a red headed girl, who hadn't felt the sun on her skin in ages. Her once blonde highlights were long since faded, and a good few inches from her head. Her blue-ish green eyes stared out from a small crack, waiting for the Legions to switch positions, so she could make a run for it.

Usually, by this time, Megan was already in her hideout, an old tree house just outside the city limits. But she had stopped to help a little boy, who had gotten too close to a bot. Sure, she was nearly captured herself, but the boy was safe, and that's all she could've asked for.

Finally, she thought, seeing a bronze one turn and start to move out.

Megan immediately shot out from her hiding spot, sticking as close to the shadows as was allowed. She was five yards from the small patch of woods that would lead her to safety. Four yards. Three.

"Where do you think you're going?" a voice called, and Megan froze.

She was close. So. Freaking. Close.

The red head turned on her heel, slowly facing the menacing robot that held her katana of an arm high.

"It's far past curfew, brat," the robotic voice continued.

It was hopeless. She was dead, with no hope. So she stood silent, her face calm, and only her eyes showing only a glimpse of how frightened she really was.

"Do you know the punishment for being out past curfew?" The Karai Legion bot stepped closer, raising her weapon higher.

"No," Megan responded, letting her tongue slip. She was dead anyway - what else could they do?

"And she ain't gonna find out," a new voice called. It was a males, with a thick Manhattan accent. A flash of black and red flew passed, the bot sparked as a giant gash was sliced through the metal. Another blur, and another gash. The Karai bot fell to the ground, and Megan stared at it, shocked.

She whirled around, searching for her savior, and saw a giant figure hiding in the trees.

"Hello?" she called, stepping forward.

The figure stood still and didn't make a noise.

Megan huffed. Great. This was probably some thug. She shook her head; she could handle a thug. It was the shiny metal that shook her.

"Fine." She rolled her eyes, and began making her way back to her tree house, meaning she would have to walk passed the stranger, who still hadn't moved. As she drew nearer, she could make out details. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and something hung on his back.

And then she realized he was green. She stopped in her tracks, taking in the giant figure

No, she told herself, a turtle. He's a giant, mutated... turtle.

The turtle stepped forward, and Megan reacted. She swung her foot out, locking her foot to the back of his knee, instantly making it buckle. She could feel the turtle try to catch himself, so she sent a quick punch to the face.

"What the shell-!" The turtle caught himself, though just barely, and next thing Megan knew, she was tackled.

"What the shell's your problem?" the turtle demanded. "I just saved ya, and this is how you say 'thanks?'"