Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 3 (MY Version)

Chapter 8 ~ This Ain't My First Rodeo

~ Chapter 8 ~

Confession time. I hung around, just to make sure Bekka would be okay. I mean, seriously. First the Kraang and then she got jumped by Fong.

I crouched down on a building across the road from where Bekka entered an Apartment.

'Her 'rents picked a bad place to live.' I thought. They lived of the edge of Purple Dragon turf. What their luck!

I watched and watched and watched and watched. Finally a light flickered on, on the third floor.

"Took ya long enough." I muttered.

I jumped off the building and used my flying abilities a little to get the fire excape next to the apartment with the light on.

"Dad?!" I heard Bekka shout.

What was going on?

I opened the window next to my fire excape and climped in.

I stood in a room with a busted cage on a nightstand and a bunch of dirty blue clothes on the floor. Bekka's room.

I flung open the door and ran into the hall. Bekka stood to my left with her eyes wide with fear. She seemed to be staring at something.

"Sorry! Did I scare you?!" I asked.

She pointed right at me.

"Bekka, calm down. It's me, Nick."

She shook her head. Oh, shell I'm stupid! She wasn't pointing at me, she was pointing behind me!

I twirled around to get tackled by a pig.

"What the shell?!" I yelped and I hit the floor.

The pig snorted at me.

"What do ya want, Pork Chops?!" I growled and shoved it off of me.

I glared at Bekka. "You have a pet pig?!" I demanded.

"N-n-no! Thats my dad!" She said.

I looked at the massive big. It had tusks coming out of its mouth, a brass ring hung from its nose and, oh ya, it was about five foot ten.

It squeeled angrly at me and charged.

"Get out of the way, Bekka!" I snapped as I shoved her out of the way.

I thrusted my hand out and a gust of wind shot out of it, making Porkers ram into the wall.

"How is your dad a mutant?! And how is he a mutant pig?!" I demanded.

"He-he must have found my mutagin and drank it! And he works at a buchery shop down town. Maybe thats why he's a pig!" She stammered nerviously.

"Why does everyone's dad's get mutated except for mine!" I growled. I want my dad mutated!

I looked at Bekka. "You got any rope around here?" I asked.

"No, we just moved! And why would we need rope?!"

I shrugged. "Always come prepared." I said as Porkers let out another angry squeel and ran into the Living room.

"He'll rip the whole Apartment up if we don't stop him!" Said Bekka.

"Yeah, I got an idea. Distract him." I said.

"How?!"

"I dunno! Maybe if he sees you and heres voice, he'll calm down!" I said.

"Fine."

She ran into the living room. "Hey! Dad! Its me, Bekka! Your daughter!" She said. I really wished she didn't yell. A soothing tone would have been much more useful.