Today Never Happened

Chapter Two

Kysen

The creaking of the swing made me cringe. It's been a day since my encounter with the Purple Dragons and mysterious green being, and although I hadn't said anything about my savior, I couldn't help but constantly peek over my shoulders to the dark rooftops. My deep cut had scarred over since I was too lazy to stitch it myself or head to the emergency room. That long, thin scab that ran from beneath my eye diagonally down to my chin was the only way I knew everything was real.

"Chill out, dude," Casey said, causing me to crane my neck towards him. I rose an eyebrow.

"What?" I asked, mentally sighing at him catching me looking up at the rooftops; for the fourth time. "I'm fine."

"You will be. I don't think Fong will come near you for a while," he said, crossing his arms and leaning up off of the swing. He grabbed his hockey stick, swung it over his shoulder, and strut over to me.

Rolling my eyes, I glanced around for the last time before turning to him.

"Do you think there are vigilantes in the city?"

My question made his brow furrow and he twirled his possession a few times. Of course there were; Casey, in many ways, was one. Fighting some of the Purple Dragons off when they had a blade to someone's throat was something he was good at.

"Obviously." He grinned, showing off his front gap with pride. "You're next to one."

A scoff escaped my throat and I shrugged. "I know. I mean, do you think there are more?"

All Casey did was shrug even though he shuffled like he was uncomfortable with my questions. It was obvious he did think there were; maybe he even knew that there were more hidden vigilantes. He still denied it, however, with a quiet "nah".

"Oh, come on. Have you really never wondered why the streets are so quiet at night? It used to be so chaotic in the alleyways when I first got here, but two days later there was no trouble."

"Fine," he huffed. "There are more vigilantes. I only really stop the Purple Dragons during the day."

"Who stops them at night, then?" I asked, leaning forward and resting my arms on my knees. It was a question that made me curious of his answer, considering I was pinned by one of them just yesterday.

Casey looked up at me, not saying a word for many silent seconds.

"Tell me later, since you don't want to tell me now," I said, a heavy sigh leaving me. My feet met the concrete and I spun on my heel, waving my hand back towards him. "See you whenever I do, Jones."

"Yeah, whatever, Rhett," He yelled.

Jones was somebody I could count as my brother. Of course he was annoying and very cocky, and sometimes he was severely rude and didn't listen, but he was and is the only person I could count on to have my back besides Murakami. He constantly reminds me of owing him some favors for saving my rear end a few times, and when he mentions them, he gets on my nerves even though he is right.

But will I do those favors for him? Not in a million years.

Hearing the sound of the bell as I pushed the door open made me smile. Murakami moved his head to my direction and smiled after a few seconds; however, upon seeing four humanoid turtles seated in the stools at the counter with their eyes wide made me freeze.

They quickly shuffled in their seats, very surprised and self-conscious about a human seeing them when no one was supposed to enter. But then those familiar emerald green eyes recognized me as I recognized him.

He growled and I rolled my eyes.

"Why the hell are you here?" He asked, glaring at me as I walked around the counter. I smiled at Murakami although he could not see me, ignoring the mutant's angered question. He knew it was me and smiled, holding his arms out.