You walked down the street on your way to your apartment. It was warm outside, even though it was about ten-thirty at night. You didn't want to be walking around so late, but your boss made you work later. At least the extra cash would help you save up for a bike or car or something.
You were about to put in your earbuds in when you heard a muffled grunting noise in a nearby alleyway. You squinted your eyes in the small passage, and made out what looked to be a gang fight. There were four large guys who looked like they were wearing armor or something fighting two smaller guys.
"Look out!" A childish voice called out to me from the alleyway.
Cold metal pressed against the back of your head and you heard a series of loud clicks. Someone had pulled a gun on you!
"Why don't you join us, sweetheart?" A gruff voice called behind me. You comply and hesitantly step forward. Your heart beat against your rib cage violently and you started to shake involuntarily. You were lead into the dark alley.
As you got closer to the people, you could see them clearer. What you thought was armor was actually turtle shells and ninja gear! Your knees buckled and you had to hold the wall next to you.
Don't pass out. Don't pass out. Don't pass out.
The others looked like the Purple Dragon gang, a group of punks who acted like they ran this side of town. Tattoos and ripped clothes littered their bodies, as well as piercings and the smell of smoke and alcohol.
"Why don't you let us go in exchange for this little babe? Or. . . We could always just kill her. It's your choice, turtles." The man with the gun said. Everyone's eyes were on you. You were so overwhelmed! You were at gunpoint and next to turtle monsters!
"I'm gonna break your skulls in you dirty low lives!"
"Raph shut up! Look if we all just calm down and you lower that gun-"
"It's gonna be ok dudette! You're gonna be fine."
"Guys she's gonna pass out!"
"All of you be quiet. Ok. We will give you back your two gang members if you let her go. We both let them go on three. Deal?" One of the turtle monsters spoke calmly.
"Good choice. One. . . Two. . . Three." A forceful shove sent you into one of the turtles. The two gang members were sent back to their leader and they hurried off. Your hands were pressed against a turtle shell. . . Er. . . Chest? You looked up. A nervous smile was sent your way and his hand gently around your waist.
"You ok?" He asked softly before your mind finally grew dizzy enough and you felt your body shut down.
