The Shadow's Secret│TMNT

41 || April O'Neil

The sound of a phone camera went off, shattering the deadly silence of the subway. The Footclan girl immediately turned toward the disturbance with her pistol drawn. I spun to follow her gaze, locking on someone behind me.

"You!" She barked, causing a pretty brunette to look up in surprise, her phone held up horizontally in front of her. "Stand up!" She ordered, walking closer toward the woman with her gun held before her. But the brunette remained laying on the floor in shock, her phone probably still recording the whole thing.

What the hell made her think recording this was a good idea!? I sighed in irritation and opened my mind to the swirling, ancient memories of my past before scrambling to my feet to put myself between the two women. The nearest soldier was impressively quick to respond, but I was faster and he was on his ass on the floor before he could land a hit on me.

The Footclan girl met my gaze with a knowing, evil smile, it was like she was expecting me. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she glanced between me and the fallen soldier. I smirked at some of the astonishment she was unable to keep from showing.

"Remember me, bitch?"

Somehow, she remained both eerily calm and infuriated. "Hai, Kaneko Emmalyn. You are a disgrace to your family's name."

How does this crazy-ass know my name!? My surprise was quickly replaced with white-hot, burning rage at the insult.

"And you're a twisted psychopath," I retorted in a sickly sweet voice. Her face contorted into an infuriated sneer as she raised her pistol and levelled it at my face.

"Since you are of no further use to us, I will enjoy killing you."

Despite the situation I'd just landed myself in, I wanted to burst out in laughter. She literally just proved that my psychopath comment was totally right. Just as I clued into the fact that this girl was literally going to shoot my brains out at any second, a deep voice I knew all too well rang out from down the subway tunnel.

"All aboard!" The Footclan instantly stiffened and the girl before me shouted a command in Japanese before all the lights went out. The subway was plunged into darkness as a train zoomed past our platform. People screamed and started running toward the exit, which consequently masked the sudden appearance of the four vigilantes shrouded in shadows.

I grinned and watched as they made quick work of the Foot soldiers. Something metallic clattered at my feet, and I looked down to find a short tantō blade. I'll have to thank the guys later, I told myself as I picked it up, relieved to have a weapon in my hand, even though I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to kill anyone. Though, if thoroughly provoked I may be able to find it in me to kill that psychopathic Footclan girl, who was currently fleeing the scene desperately.

Next time, I promised myself, next time I'll make her regret saying that about me.

I looked around and spotted the girl who'd almost been killed earlier, laying on the floor and still recording everything on that damn phone. That's not good, I realized, my brain blasting warning alarms. Nobody can know about the turtles.

As a Foot soldier ran by me, I shoved him toward the girl. They collided and went sprawling across the floor, the phone skidding in another direction. I sent a silent apology to the girl before kicking the device into the fast-moving train, where it fell to the tracks and was probably shattered to pieces by the wheels. Then, I tucked the tantō into an easily accessible pocket on my jacket and hurried over to finish dealing with the girl.

She was actually putting up a pretty decent fight. She was kicking her legs and thrashing her arms, trying to knee or punch the Foot soldier while he poorly attempted to subdue her. Grabbing the back of his combat vest, I yanked the man off of her as best I could and lifted my leg to kick him, praising myself for wearing leggings today and not jeans. The soldier rapidly stumbled backward to remain on his feet and keep from tumbling to the ground yet again. I didn't have to worry about him for much longer though, because one moment he was there, and the next there was a shadow passing over him and he was gone. Thank God for the turtles' perfect timing.