Winter { A TMNT Fan Fiction }

29. Familiar Faces

I always wondered what it would be like if I wasn't me. If I wasn't scared to mess up or scared to be alone. The heaviness I felt in my chest when the turtles left me was almost unbearable. And I wondered if I wasn't me if I would still have that problem: the fear of being alone. I wouldn't say that I always had that problem, it mainly became noticeable when Stella got taken. The thought of being utterly and completely alone had my mind swimming.

Yet, here I was, sitting in the Battle Shell on the floor with my cell phone plugged into the wall. I was trying to distract myself from what I knew was going to happen on the roof right above me, so I was playing an old game called Fruit Ninja. How ironic. I let a snort escape my lips at the image of Raphael swatting at fruit in my head. I'd pay money to see that.

I could feel myself relaxing the longer I thought of the things the turtles and I could do together.

I thought about Michelangelo and I playing video games together on the couch. I'd never seen the games or him play them, but I saw the gaming system hooked up to the TV's. He would beat me, of course, because I've never played games.

I imagined Donatello rambling off about his computers and inventions while I sat and watched him build. He could teach me how to fix things and work computers more complexly. Technology was one of my classes at school, and I noted to myself to tell the purple turtle that. I thought he'd be happy to know that. Then, I remembered the look he was giving me earlier that night, and added another note in my head to ask him about it later.

I began to think of the blue masked turtle, and what we would do together. The only thing that I really knew about him was that he took everything seriously, and he cared a bunch about his family. Maybe me and him could go out looking for Stella? I thought to myself, bitting my lip at the thought. I thought about Leonardo and I searching alleys and looking out from the top of skyscrapers to the city below.

The last turtle in my head was Raphael, and I thought about him the most. The feelings I felt around him were driving me crazy. My heart was always speeding up, my mouth went dry, my palms sweat, and I couldn't work myself around him. It was obvious to me that I had feelings for him, but why? I hadn't known him long, and the fact that he was a giant turtle had me wondering about myself.

Why does it even matter if he's a turtle? My conscience asked me, and I realized that it didn't matter if he was a turtle. I like Raphael for who he was, and that means green skin, shell, and all.

I imagined us running through the Lair, laughing. I thought back to my room, his big arms around me, comforting me for a few seconds before it registered what he was doing. I thought about that hug over and over again until I forgot what I was so worried about in the first place.

I wasn't alone. I might have been by myself at that moment, but that didn't mean I was alone. I had people. I had friends that were with me all the time now. I had people that were helping me get my family back. I still had a family, and I realized that they were apart of it now.

All my worries diminished with the calming thoughts in my mind. I was okay, and I was happy.

However, that didn't last very long, for a loud scratching sound made its way down the side of the Battle Shell, and it had me jumping out of my skin. My heart began to race when I heard a deep voice order,"Search it!"

I'm screwed.

My blood ran cold when the door of the truck was being shoved open, and at the last minute, I dove to the back of the vehicle and behind the trunk that stretched across the whole back. My body hit the floor with a thump as soon as the door flew open.

"This is sick." A voice whistled, and I heard two pairs of footsteps walking around the truck, hitting buttons here and there.

"Maybe we can find something that'll tell us where these freaks live," Another voice sneered,"Master will be very pleased."

Oh I'll give you something you can find, buddy. My foot shoved straight up your-

"What's this?" I stole a glance to peek over the edge of the trunk, and almost gasped at what one of the black suited ninjas had in their hand. My phone.

Okay, okay. I thought to myself. Don't freak out, there's nothing on it that has to do with the turtles. Don't freak.

"What's on it?" The other ninja looked over the other one's shoulder with curiousness. I flinched when the phone holder snapped his elbow back into his friend's gut and put my phone out of view.

"Nothing," The ninja quipped,"You head up to the roof... I'll be right behind you."

The ninja shrugged and jumped out of the truck,"Have fun, HC." And then it was all quiet.

I had ducked back behind the trunk and bit down on my lip so hard I could feel blood drain into my mouth. My breathing was shallow, but quiet, and I was scared to death of what would happened if I got found.

"I know you're in here." I bit harder down on my lip as footsteps got closer and closer to my hiding spot. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm so dead.

"Abby." The voice said and the trunk was being pulled away from me, exposing me to my enemy. That knew my name?

I sat up so I was on my knees, let out a loud scream, and sent my fist in the direction of the person's face. How weak I was, it wasn't a surprise that my fist got caught in a hand much bigger than mine, and so did the other one as I tried the same thing.

I popped my eyes open, prepared to put up the fight of my life only to come face to face with the guy I had a crush on since elementary school.

Hunter Carter.

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