TMNT Fanfiction

Two Sisters in New York

Ever since we were little kids, there was one place my sister and I always wanted to live. New York City. The beauty of the towering buildings, the ocean gleaming around the statue of liberty, not to mention the stories you hear about the place. I mean there's a reason why all the marvel superheros are in New York; there's a reason why so many movies and books take place there. Though it may be a dangerous place, it's an exciting one as well, and me and Grace never got too much excitement in the trailer park. So when it came time that we were old enough to be on our own, we both knew where we were headed. And as we saw the statue of liberty outside the plane window, we both gave a girlish squeal. This was it! Our new lives, bigger and better than we ever could have imagined. Back then though, we didn't realize how different life in New York could be.

As the bus neared, Berea closed her notebook, and then climbed the steps to find a seat where she could stare out the window and pretend that she was someone else. It was the easiest thing to do after another long day of job interviews and applications that she knew would just go down the toilet. Rain had begun pattering against the windows, and she imagined she was out there dancing and happy, or kissing and in love. But then she frowned; that would never be her. She opened her notebook and continued writing.

Yes, life in New York was different alright. I suppose it turned out to be a good thing for Grace; her candy sales have never been better. Don't get me wrong, I really do love working at the candy store, but it was just never really my thing. It's Gracie's. Making candy is what she loves to do, and I want to do what I love. Problem is, making it big in writing may have been easy in Utah, but in New York, forget about it. Being that the biggest of the big writers live here, they're kind of picky about who they hire. I've been told all the cliches; 'Get some more experience,' 'Keep trying, you have so much potential.' But it seems the more I send in, the more rejection letters I get. So I guess Candyland is all I've got to look forward to. Great. Just great.

She stood up when she saw the bus nearing her sister's store, the big pink letters 'Candyland' glowing in the dimming day. As she entered, her sister was in the middle of helping a woman and her daughter at the register, her blonde hair tied into a cute bun, bright pink apron over her clothes. "Have a good day," she smiled at the child with a box of chocolate hearts. And turned to Berea who now say at one of the bright Green tables in corner, popping orange gum drops into her mouth. "Any luck?" Grace said with hopeful grin. But at Berea's scowl to the floor, she knew the answer was not good.

She walked over and sat across from Berea, popping a red gum drop into her own mouth. "Hey," she said, getting her big sister to finally look up. "You'll figure it out. I know it."

"I wish I believed that," Berea replied with a sigh.

"Well, I do believe it. I'm not just gonna let you give up on this. It's your dream. We've been talking about this since we were little kids."

"Well, maybe it's time to stop pretending, being that we're not little kids anymore."

"Or maybe it's time you start pretending again. It was always then when you got your best ideas."

Berea stood up and headed for the stairs. "I can't keep pretending just to make life easier. I think it's time I faced the fact that I'm never gonna be a real writer."

Grace stood, and with hands on her hips said, "And I think it's time you went for a walk."

Berea smirked and looked out at the water droplets that showered the windows. "It's raining."

"Exactly. Rain always gave you your best inspiration." Berea smiled at her sister, her best friend in the world, who walked over to the coat rack and then handed her a bright green umbrella. "Be back before too late?" She took it from Grace gladly, and with a nod, headed out the door with a smile.

The rain had stopped by the time Berea decided to head home. She had done a lot of thinking, and now standing under the gleaming street lights of the dark city, she knew she wasn't ready to give up on her dream just yet.

She was excited to get home and tell Grace, but was stopped by a rumbling of trash cans in a back alley. She knew she should probably ignore it, but Berea had a curiosity that killed her every time, and had to see what was going on. She saw a young woman in the shadows, surrounded by what looked like about five guys. She looked closer and saw the snaking tattoo on one of their arms. Purple Dragons. The no good gang that had been hurting people in the city for years. She pulled out her phone to dial the police, but when she heard the woman scream she knew there wasn't time. She had to intervene herself.

"Hey!" she shouted, running at the guys who now turned to look at her. She didn't believe she could beat any one of them in a fight, but maybe she could distract them long enough for the other woman to get away.

"What do you want?" said one with a blonde ponytail.

"I want you to leave this poor woman alone before I call the police," Berea replied, holding up her phone, knowing in her head she would never be able to dial in time.

Another one with spiky hair, neared her, getting so close she could smell his rancid breath. "Well isn't this a laugh," he said. And a couple of the others laughed with him. She held her ground, not wanting to appear afraid. That's when he came up behind her and grabbed her by her neck. She flinched as he grabbed her phone. "Sweet little girl's tryin' to be hero," he said, pulling her close to him. She was sickened by his smell. The other men laughed, as he held her. "Well you heard the girl," he said. "Let the poor lady go." The others released the woman, and she quickly ran, leaving Berea alone and defenseless.

"Maybe we could have some fun with you instead," he whispered in her ear. And in fear she began struggling. The others laughed as she kicked and squealed, heard by no one behind the man's hand. Her eyes were blindfolded and her mouth gagged as she was thrown to her knees, and hands were tied behind her back. All she heard was laughter, until suddenly, there was a loud crash. Laughs turned to screams and grunts, and she heard clanging and punching. She was knocked to the ground, and hit her head hard.

She struggled to stay awake, but could already feel herself fading. The blindfold was removed, and the last thing she saw was green, then everything went black.