TMNT Fanfiction

The Angry One

Berea ran home at the thought of her sister's worry. It had taken at least an hour to get out of those sewers, and run across the city back to their apartment that sat right above Candyland. She burst through the door, only hoping Grace was still home instead of out looking for her.

"Grace! Grace!" she screamed as she ran down the hallway, checking in different rooms on the way. It was when she slammed the empty bathroom door open that she started to panic. "Gra-"

"Berea, what is it?" an annoyed and tired voice said, as the hallway light clicked on. Berea turned around quickly to see Grace squinting her eyes in the hall light, her hand still halfway on the light switch. She was wearing a tank-top and pajama shorts, her hair wrapped up in a messy bedtime bun.

"Yo-You've been sleeping?"

"Yes I've been sleeping! It's 4 o'clock in the morning for goodness sakes!"

"You weren't wondering where I was?"

"I knew where you were. Your friend Leo called."

"Leo?" Berea didn't know a Leo, or even someone who's name was close to that. "What did he say?"

"He said he was a friend from the reporter's office, that you guys ran into each other on your walk, and you ended up tripping and hitting your head. I was worried at first, but he said you were fine, that he just took you to his place to get some ice."

That's when Berea realized that Leo must of been one of the turtles who'd saved her from the purple dragons. The question was, how did he get her sister's number? And not only that, how did he know Berea was a writer? All of it was a little too much to handle, and she was exhausted. So with a simple, "I'm going to bed," carried her heavy feet to her room, and passed out in bed.

"Ms. Simpkins, I read what you sent in, and you have great potential. I'm just not sure if you're right for this particular position." Berea sighed as Ms. Jennings said the same words every other potential employer had said, from across her desk. "Maybe get a little more experience, and then come back in a few months." The red-headed woman started rummaging through papers on her desk, as Berea stood to leave, the despair of never getting a job started to sink in again.

Then, thinking of two days ago, when that despair had caused her to go on a late night walk. she got an idea. "What if I told you, that I had your next front-page story."

"Ms Simpkins-"

"Wait, just hear me out."

The woman sighed and crossed her arms.

"Okay, this is gonna sound a little crazy, but I promise you I can get proof." Thinking of how one of those turtles had called her sister, she went to pull out her phone, thinking that if it was used by those creatures, they could have left some evidence. "So picture this. Living in the sewers of New York, there are giant-" She stopped. Out from the pocket where her phone usually was, she pulled a small piece of paper. A promise is a promise, it read in sloppy handwriting. She could feel guilt crawling into her chest.

"Giant..what?"

"Rats," Berea said with a sigh. "Which, everyone already knows, making it not much of a story."

"Goodbye, Ms Simpkins."

Down below at the bus stop, Berea rummaged through her purse for her phone. But it was no where to be found. "Peter Pan!" she said aloud, the words that she used as an alternative when she felt like swearing. Those turtles had taken her phone. Luckily there was a payphone near the bus stop. She dialed in the candy store's number.