An Unexpected Visit [SEQUEL to In the Nick of Time]

An Unexpected Visit

The days were getting shorter, the nights longer and much colder. You often found yourself wondering about the fate of your mysterious savior after he dropped you off at your apartment building on that fateful night.

There were a few times, over the past few months, you would briefly spy a fast-moving shadow scurrying across the rooftops, skillfully jumping from one building to another, for that's where you knew to look on the days you walked in the moonlight.

In those moments, your cheeks would grow warm with the memory of that unforgettable night, and your heart would flutter wildly in hopes of seeing the turtle again. But, your aspirations seemed to be in vain, for your desired encounter never came to fruition.

Each night, you arrived home to an empty apartment with a heavy heart. And most nights, you would lie awake with thoughts of the fascinating red clad turtle. With every lingering thought, strange feelings would stir within.

Tonight was no different. Your body tingled as your mind wandered into uncharted territory. What the fuck is happening? You ponder to yourself. And why do I feel this way? It's not like he would ever like me in that way.

You breathe a heavy sigh as you look over at the clock. "0245? Ugh... fuck!" You scold yourself loudly as you kick off your blankets and fling your legs over the side of your bed. "Shit. What is wrong with me?" You groan aloud. "And why can't I sleep?"

Frustrated, you rub your hands down your face and turn on your reading lamp. As you look around your room, loneliness swiftly engulfs you in the deafening silence.

In a snit, you grudgingly get up from your empty king-sized bed and head to the den to watch some late night tv, for you knew that sleep was no longer attainable this night.

Before you make it to your bedroom door, you hear what sounds like a quiet tapping on your window. You freeze and hold your breath for a moment when you hear it again.

Your heart began hammering against your ribcage as fear spread to your core, and you grabbed the only weapon available to you: a heavy wooden baseball bat you kept next to your bed in case an intruder ever entered your home. A formidable weapon; solid and deadly when wielded while frightened.

You held the bat at the ready as you quietly made your way to your window. You took a deep breath to calm yourself before throwing open your window with a menacing roar, brandishing your weapon with intent.

As you swing viciously toward the unknown target, a large green, three-fingered hand abruptly halts your blow.

"WHOA WHOA WHOA, SLUGGA!" A deep, raspy whisper-shout came from the shadows. "No need ta bash my skull in! Shit! It's jus' me! Rememba?" The familiar voice with a Brooklyn accent growled.

You quickly pulled the bat back when you realized it was Raphael and hissed, "Shit, RAPH! You fucking scared me!!"

You tried to slow your heart rate and breathing as he stepped out of the dark. He had his hands out in front of him as he groused, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Okay? GEEZ! Jus' put the bat away, I ain't gonna hurt ya."

"SHHHH! I know that... and keep your voice down!" You quickly glance all around outside and continue with vexation, "You don't want my neighbors calling the cops do you? Hurry up and get in here before someone sees you!" You huffed, putting the bat down as you stepped away from the window to give the giant turtle the room he needed to climb inside.

Once inside, you closed the window and quickly drew the curtains to block out any unwanted attention from nosy neighbors, then you rounded on Raph with a mildly vehement, yet gradually cooling temper, and snapped, "What the hell are you doing here? And... wait... how'd you know this was my room?"