Weakness [Modern TMNT Story]

Chapter One : Just Your Average Trip to The Pharmacy

A dark blue painted the night sky along with little glowing stars. I sighed, laying on my back to star gaze. New York was pretty amazing if you ask me. The building lights make the city look like a mine full of glowing gold. The scenery was intense and utterly breath taking. I wouldn't trade this moment for all the money in the world. Slowly, I stood up, patting of my hoodie and my pants. I stepped back a few feet, steadied myself, then fell into a sprint as I jumped off this building to a next. A small pant escaped my lips as I landed gracefully. Then I went again, running and jumping from roof to roof. I love the feeling. The adrenaline. The rush. It makes me feel so independent and free.

I landed once again with grace, slowly standing up straight. The sound of slicing wind heeded my ears. I quickly turned, looking around with a keen gaze. My eyes caught on something. I couldn't make out what it was but it was two buildings away and jumping from roof to roof. And I can guarantee it's more than one thing.

Eh. Whatever, I thought. I gave a small shrug and moved to the side of this building. My gaze trailed through the deep black alley way below, searching for a fire escape. Once I found one, I jumped down onto it, running my way down the steps and to the bottom. The city streets stood to my left, few cars passing by in a rush. uugh. I hope France is okay without me. Lately, my butler Francis, or France as I like to call him, has been a bit ill. So, I've been taking care of him and tending to his needs. But the other day I had a doctor come in to check him and see how he's holding up. After the usual 'check up' ritual, the Doctor diagnosed him with a slight flu. So, that being said, I have to pick up his meds for him. And that means,of course, going into the city.

As I walked closer to the entrance of the alley, I pulled back my black hood, letting my dark hair fall onto my shoulders. I stopped at the end of the sidewalk, looking both ways to see where to go. To be honest, I've rarely been into the city. I usually just stay at the skyline. So. . . yeah. . .

I have no idea where the hell I'm going.

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Gradually, I decided to just take my phone out and check the internet to see what was the nearest pharmacy. I found the right one and eventually arrived to the front door.

"Hello Miss. Can I help you?" A lady at the counter asked as I entered. I looked up to see a genuine smile on her face, which I happily returned.

"Yes you can." I said, arriving at the counter. "I'm here to pick up a prescription for Francis M. Hicks."

"I'll have that for you in just a moment." She chirped, walking away into the office.

I thanked her and turned around to view the room. My eyes roaming everywhere, critiquing every painting, table, and chair. A certain picture surprisingly caught my eye. An abstract painting with a hidden face in it. The only thing that wasn't hidden were the two very very detailed eyeballs. So to say the least, it was a creepy colorful painting with gross eyeballs sticking out.  I shuddered and looked away. What the hell did I just witness?

"Here you are Miss." said the lady's voice as she arrived at the counter again.

I turned, "Oh thank you." a small smile tilting on my lips as I grabbed the pharmacy bag she held out.

"Anytime, sweetie. Oh! Make sure he takes one in the morning and one at night."

I ignored the name she called me and gave a tight nod, "Will do! Thanks again." I called to her, walking out of the small building. Clenching and unclenching my jaw, I shook my head. For some god forbid reason being called Sweetie just pisses me off. Maybe its because it makes me sound like a kid? Maybe it's because it sounds demeaning? Either or, it just irritates me.