Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 5 (My Version)

Chapter 12 ~ Too Much

~ Chapter 12 ~

The wind was like a torrent of unnatural force, whipping everything  into a wild frenzy.  My hair snatched by wind, flowing and being tossed  around.

I leaned against the chimney, smoke slowly rising from it.  The black  clothing hugged my body as the black bandana was tied around my head. 

I knitted my eyebrows and glared, "How'd you find me?"

The guy rested his shoulder against the faculty shed, "Easy, you don't see many girls in black running along rooftops."

I tsked, "Yeah, whatever, Nightwatcher."  I narrowed my eyes, "Why'd you even call me here?"

"To have tea," he said, sarcastically.  If it wasn't for the tone of  his voice, I wouldn't have known he was joking.  He folded his arms a  crossed his chest, "You've heard the news too, haven't you?"

I frowned, "What news?"

"That crime scene, down by tenth street."

"Crime scene..?" I murmured.

He nodded, "I thought you were a vigilante, everyone in this district knows by now."  He scoffed, "Or almost everyone."

I scowled, "Tenth street, huh?"  That was close to where the diner was, so it had to be where I got into that little "fight" with Jessie.  I  shrugged, "I'll give it to you straight, since this is our second encounter.  I was involved in accident..." I paused, "Well, accident  isn't really the right word to use, but it gets the point across..."  My  eyes regarded him, "I was dealing with someone and it got outta hand."

They were silent for a moment, "Who?"

My eyes narrowed, "That stupid little shit named Jessie.  She pissed me off enough we got--"

"Out of hand?"  They repeated back, interrupting and, shaking their head in disbelief,  "Have you heard that the media has been saying?  They think it was a terrorist attempt or somethin'."

I smirked under the bandana, "Terrorist, huh?"

"Scorch marks made them believe some sort of bomb went off.  And the blood helped their facts even more."

I chuckled, "It was just an alley fight between two enemies, nothing  more, nothing less."  I craned my neck up at the sky.  Judging by the position of the sun...

The Nightwatcher's shoulders slackened, "If that's what you say."

I glanced over my shoulder, "Not to be a shrew or anything, but I gotta go."  I tightened my bandana.  "See ya, Nighthawk!"  With that, I  jumped off the ledge.

"It's Nightwatcher, dammit!"  He yelled.  "Don't give me a name if you're gunna forget it!"

I laughed lightly under my breath.  I'd forgotten about that black biker, until he threw a iron ball at my face a half an hour ago.  Of course, I couldn't let him go for that.

My feet landed on the asphalt, kicking up settled dust.  Rick had called me the day I'd gotten out of the hospital, letting me know I had work the next day.  That day was today. 

I ran my hand through my hair, catching tangles.  My bangs swooped to  the left side as I stretched.  I grabbed my bag, which was hidden behind a dumpster. 

Slinging the duffle bag over my shoulder, I carefully walked down the  street.  With the bandana removed, I looked like some acrobat walking  back from practice.  Which was a pretty convenient plan when walking to and from work after patrolling around.

Why do patrol when I'm not with the lame ass turtles?  It's a habit, I  guess.  After being so used to doing it over the past year, it comes naturally.  Anyway, just because I'm not with the Hamato's anymore, doesn't mean to neglect all the crime.