The Shadow's Secret│TMNT

29 || Midnight Raid

"Shit!" I cursed as I tried to regain my footing after literally walking into a wall splitting my current tunnel into two. I frowned and narrowed my eyes at the unfamiliar graffiti markings beneath my hands and lining the tunnel wall I'd used to stabilize myself.

Did I make a wrong turn somewhere? I turned around, trying to find something I'd seen before that could put me back in the right direction, but my search came up empty. I was lost.

Shit.

I sighed and kept walking until I found an exit, knowing that I knew my way around the city better than the sewers.

Eventually, I found myself back in the streets of NYC, shivering against the cold and mentally cursing myself for never wearing a shirt underneath my hoodies. I looked around and groaned when I realized I was far from the apartment. Somehow, I'd managed to wind myself up along the coast.

How could I have been that zoned out!? Frustrated with myself, I took out my phone to coordinate the fastest route home. I turned to speed walk my way there when a loud whine that sent shivers down my spine made me stop before I could set a foot down in the other direction. I paused to listen.

It sounds like somebody's opening one of those huge crates. But why? I frowned and followed the noise. Something about it just didn't feel right. The whining stopped and my mind began to immediately blare warning alarms. I knew I should've turned back, but I wouldn't allow myself to. Instead, I kept moving closer.

I crept along the outside of a chain-link fence covered with torn plastic sheets, looking for some way to get on the inside of the barrier...There! Where the fence was supposed to meet with another fence to form a closed square, the two created a sort of passage that allowed access to the inside. I didn't even hesitate to walk down it.

That's when I heard the light footsteps of at least a dozen men wearing what sounded like combat boots. Some walked along the pavement and others on the inside of shipping crates. Looking for something, my mind whispered. I held back a gasp of realization.

The Footclan. They were at the docks almost two weeks ago looking for something when Leo stopped them. Maybe they're back for whatever they were trying to steal! I peeked around the end of the fence.

I was right. A group of armed, black-clad guys were moving about the crates, swinging the lights mounted on their guns around and scanning the place for their objective.

I have to go back to the lair and get the turtles. I– oh wait, I can just use this thing. I pulled the tracker I'd used earlier from my pocket and pressed the button, praying that one of the brothers would receive the call and haul ass over here. I stuffed the device away and looked back up at the Foot soldiers, squinting through the darkness to try and see better.

A pair of them opened another crate by orders from the only girl there. She was clad completely in black—like the others—with a scarf wrapped haphazardly about her neck, but was armed only with a pistol tucked into her belt. Most of her jet black hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, with the exception being her partly dyed, bright, red-pink bangs and the sections of shorter hair on either side of her face. By the looks of it, she was the leader of the little group. She strode purposefully inside to check its contents, and I could dimly hear their quiet voices conversing over comm units in what I assumed was Japanese.

From out of nowhere, my mind screamed a warning and I could sense something—or rather, someone—right behind me. Instinctively, I sidestepped and quickly spun around to face my attacker. I don't know how, but one of the soldiers had managed to sneak up behind me.

He yelled into his comm in what was definitely Japanese. Now in a panicked state, I lunged forward and ripped his gun from his hands, then used it as a club to hit his head with. The guy dropped to the ground just as arms encircled my abdomen, successfully pinning my arms to my sides as well, and forcefully dragged me out and into the open. I momentarily retreated into myself, swimming through my ancient memories and picking through them for the right ones. I grinned evilly and sent a silent thank you to the producer of Miss Congeniality, wrenching one arm free before using the SING method to escape my captor. He collapsed with a groan and I immediately lashed out at the next soldier that rushed forward.

It was all such a dreamy blur. I couldn't recall a single thing I'd done to fend off all those men, it was like I was sleep-fighting, if there was such a thing. A hand clamped around my wrist and yanked me from my entranced-warrior state, and then I was face to face with the female Footclan soldier. She regarded me in interest, which I returned with a heated glare. She snapped something in Japanese at the men restraining me and rotated on her heel sharply, black ponytail whipping around and narrowly missing my face. I stared after her angrily and attempted to wrench my hands from her men's iron grasp.

Come on you guys, where are you? My mind sang another warning and before I even knew what I was doing, I ducked my head forward to avoid the butt of a gun.

Asshole tried to knock me out! In the same instance that I avoided the assault, the remainder of the soldiers elsewhere started yelling and firing off gunshots.

They're here. Using the soldiers' surprise and confusion to my advantage, I was able to free myself and I lifted my leg to high kick the two to the ground.

"Goddamn." I hissed in pain and clutched my inner thigh, burning from the sudden overextension. Biting back tears, I looked around and took in the chaos of it all.

One of the brothers had obviously received my distress signal and—by the sounds of it—was now tearing through the soldiers as if they were mere stalks of wheat. And that's when I remembered that they couldn't be seen, especially by the Foot. I didn't know what I was going to do or how, I just knew that I had to do something.

Ignoring the protest in my thigh, I ran around a shipping crate and directly into the Footclan girl. She stumbled back and gaped at me, brown eyes wide in surprise. I took a step forward to take her down but jumped out of my skin at the sight and sound of a shipping container being tossed across the yard and into a group of soldiers. She looked around desperately and yelled a single, foreign word before spinning on one foot and using the other to strike my face. Thanks to my ancestral instincts, I managed to dodge her first attack, but not the second. She swiftly recovered and lunged forward to slam her arm into the back of my neck. I slumped against the side of the metal crate as I slid to the ground with stars bursting across my vision. I was dimly aware of a brief sting in my wrist, then rapidly retreating footsteps.

Then a voice... a familiar one.

Wait, was that my name? I couldn't tell, everything was blurry and looked like a kaleidoscope. And god, my head. It felt like there was an elephant strolling through my brain.

Oh, but then it was warm. So warm I could just... just fall asleep...

AN: I swear I was analyzing pics of Karai forever trying to decide what freaking colour the dyed strands of her hair are. At first I thought it was just pink but then I thought that maybe it was red so I just went with red-pink lol

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