Of Turtles and Lizards

Our First Meeting & We need to talk

Our first meeting

Raph lay on his bed thinking about Mona Lisa. It had been a week since their last meeting and he hadn’t seen head or tail of her. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was starting to get…concerned. If she was after him she wouldn’t have stayed out of contact for so long-right? Ugh, this was just too frustrating! Raph had never met anyone who somehow managed to attract him yet annoy him at the same time and it was driving him crazy. What is she after? Is she really interested in me? Or is she working for someone who wants me and my family dead? But if she wanted me dead, why did she save me from the Krang? Unless she wants to use me to get to them. But she could have used any of my brothers! Heck Mikey woulda trusted her the second she saved him, why use me?! Raph draped an arm across his eyes and groaned. The hot-headed turtle flashed back to the day they met…

They were at the docks where they had been spying on the arrival of a not-so-secret shipment of Krang weapons. It was the middle of a battle. The Krang had surrounded the turtles on all sides. Leo gave them a nod and they all took off in different directions, splitting the Krang into smaller, more manageable groups.

Raphael took off, running between the giant stacks of containment units as fast as he could. Pink laser fire shooting past and around him as the twenty-or-so Krang units followed. Oh, great it’s a dead end. Thought Raph, looks like I’m gonna have to fight them head on. He smirked evilly, fine by me. One of the Krang pulled out a brand new missile launcher, carefully aiming directly at the mutant. It fired with a deep, resounding boom that echoed across the containers. Raph turned, seeing the missile that was headed straight for him, and hit the deck with a loud yell. The missile rushed past, and struck the containers behind them and the entire stack began to cave in. The ninja-turtle rushed forward, bashing ever bot he came in contact with as he made a mad dash to get out of the way. The containers crashed with a horrible thud, Raphael barely throwing himself out of the way in time, the Krang units getting caught in the fray. He landed on the ground and opened his eyes slowly, letting loose a sigh of relief when he realized he was still alive. He was about to stand when he heard the sound of a Krang gun charging and ready to fire. Raphael looked up, and saw a Krang bot holding a gun only inches away from his face. There was nothing he could do. If he moved, the Krang would shoot him, if he didn’t, the Krang would shoot him. So he stayed put, eyes narrowed. Raphael was a powerful fighter, but there was no way he would be able to dodge a bullet, or in this case laser.

“The turtle known as Raphael will now be known as the turtle who is destroyed.” BANG!

The Krang fell to the ground. Raph stared, feeling his head and plastron just to make sure that he was still whole. But then, who shot the Krang? Raph heard the sound of someone landing softly behind him and he whipped around to face them.

There it stood. A figure in a brown cloak, like something right out of that Mazes and Mutants game. A silver plasma weapon was held in its left hand and for a moment Raph could have sworn he saw light green fingers gripping it tightly. The turtle decided to take his chances and say something. “Uh, thanks. For you know.”

A fraction of a second later the gun was charging once again, this time pointed directly at his face. Raphael’s eyes widened, and all sound became mere background noise, until it pulled the trigger and he vaguely registered a bright yellow-orange plasma shot zipping directly past the side of his head, with less than an inch to spare. He turned to see another Krang that had been about to shoot him from behind. Still, I better get away from whoever this person is. No telling whether they were aiming for me or that Krang. Raph turned, ready to fight the thing that had almost shot him in the head, when he realized whoever-it-was was already gone. He let his arms fall to his sides before turning back the way he had come. Not noticing the cloaked figure that was now watching him from atop the containers, a small smile spreading across her shadowy countenance.