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Seeing Red	By : Shawnie Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, nor do I make any money from the writing of this story. The original characters and plot, however, are mine.

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It was a cool, crisp night – the taste of fall was in the air. The leaves on the trees were turning a beautiful shade of orange and the setting sun threw long shadows onto the city sidewalks. Claire’s favorite holiday, Halloween, was just around the corner. She stepped out of her dojo and took a deep breath, drawing in the cool, New York City air. Smiling, she sighed contentedly and zipped up her coat, throwing the hood over her head. As she began the walk home to her apartment, her mind wandered to the evening’s events. After karate class had ended, she sparred with a third degree black belt and bested him, gaining much praise from her Sensei. It didn’t matter that she only stood at 5’4”– she was quick and precise. Smiling at the memory of her victory, Claire crossed the street as the wind began to pick up. She tucked her long blonde hair into the hood of her jacket and moved her right shoulder around in a small circle – it was a bit sore from the sparring session. She couldn’t wait to get back home and take a nice hot bath.
She turned the corner and blinked as she took in the scene before her. No more than twenty feet away stood a large group of men in a giant circle. Some of them held weapons – baseball bats and chains. Claire whipped her head around looking for other city-goers, but realized she was alone. The men were standing over a young boy who had a terrified look on his face. “Please, sir, you can have it! J-just, please don’t hurt me!” he cried. He thrust something at one of the men; it looked like a cell phone. The man who now held the boy’s phone spoke – “Gee, thanks kid. What else ya got?” He stooped down to the boy, running a hand along his tall, purple mohawk. “Got any money?” The others in the group snickered. With wide eyes, the boy fiercely shook his head. “N-no, sir, I haven’t g-gotten my allowance yet”, he stammered. The man, clearly the leader of the group replied, “Aw, that’s too bad.” He turned to look back at the others and smiled, then turned back to the boy, quickly thrusting his fist forward landing a fierce punch on the boy’s face. Claire gasped, gaining the attention of one of the men. Frozen in place, she watched as the man smirked and began walking towards her. She hopefully looked around the dark street – no one else in sight. She was all alone.
Taking a quick count of the men – ten – she knew the smart thing to do was to run and call the police, but she caught a glimpse of the boy, now crying, blood dripping down his face. She narrowed her eyes, feeling the anger boil up inside of her. With quick breaths she chanted, Suppress, control, redirect; Suppress, control, redirect. But the anger continued to build – everything was happening too quickly and there was no time to successfully control it. As the boy’s cries grew louder, the blood in her veins screamed and she felt like she was going to explode. She yelled to the man who was advancing towards her. “HEY! What’s going on here? I’m calling the police!” Blind in her anger, she fumbled with her duffel bag, her hand feeling along the bottom of it desperately searching for her cell phone. When she looked back up, half of the men in the group were sprinting towards her. Realizing she had no time to run, she dropped her bag on the sidewalk and readied herself. Claire, you can’t take on all these men, came a voice of reason. One, two, even three - sure, but ten?! She shook her head, forcing the doubt from her mind and slipped into her fighting stance, bringing tight fists up in front of her face. “I’m letting you know right now, what happens next – YOU asked for it!” She yelled out, gritting her teeth, allowing the anger to fully take her over.
“Hey, look Hawk! This one’s a fighter!” The men had closed in on Claire and began laughing and taunting her. The leader of the gang - Hawk, still standing over the boy turned to look at her. He grinned and cracked his knuckles. “I love it when they fight back”, he growled, stalking towards them. “RUN and call the cops!” Claire yelled to the boy. She turned her attention to the group that had surrounded her and sneered. One of the men stepped out of the circle and threw a right roundhouse punch at Claire. She brought her arm up to block it, followed through with a snap kick to his groin and chopped the side of his neck, making contact with a pressure point. He instantly dropped to the ground, wailing and clutching his throat. The remaining men rushed Claire, grabbing and punching at her. “Now boys – didn’t your mommy ever teach you to NOT hit a girl?” Claire spat out at them before stepping into a double back handspring, furthering herself from the group. Blocking and striking, Claire was able to keep them at bay until she felt herself back into a brick wall – she realized, to her horror, that she was trapped in the alleyway.
The men were finally able to overpower her and held her arms back while someone unzipped her jacket, ripping it off of her and exposing her karategi. “Hawk, look! She’s a NINJA!” one of them mocked, lowering his face to hers. She stared angrily at him, her blonde hair whipping into her eyes as she took in his features, noticing he had several grotesque facial piercings. Hawk grabbed the man and threw him out of the way. As he took Claire’s chin into his hand and looked her over, she noticed a large tattoo of a purple dragon on his forearm. She struggled against her captors, but it was no use – there were two men on each side holding her arms back. Hawk brought his other hand up to gently caress her face, moving to stroke her hair. “Aren’t you a looker”, he rasped in her ear. Claire felt a wave of nausea.
“Why don’t we talk? Looks like I could give you a few pointers!” She yelled at him defiantly, following that up with an attempted headbutt. He quickly leaned back out of the way and let out a high pitched laugh. “Woahhh! I like her. Nice try, honey.” He stepped forward and slapped her. The others broke out in laughter. Claire drew a quick breath, trying to recover. Her face stung and her thoughts turned dark as she realized that the group was capable of doing much worse than just hurting her. She forced herself to look into the leader’s eyes and wipe her face of any emotion. “You ARE a tough one,” he said. He pulled a knife from his back pocket and whipped it open. This was it. She wasn’t going to make it out alive. “Man, oh man, I’m going to enjoy this,” he whispered as he dragged the knife softly over her arm.
A sudden piercing sound startled them and Claire’s attention was drawn to the lone streetlight as it ZAPPED , glass shattering and littering the ground. It was pitch black and Claire couldn’t see a thing. Before anyone could make a move, Hawk began screaming. She panicked and tried to break away from the men holding her arms back. “It’s those freaks! Those fuckin’ freaks!” she heard someone shout. She heard the sick sound of something snapping – an arm maybe? Someone behind her let out a bloodcurdling scream that gave her goosebumps. She was surrounded by darkness and the sounds of battle cries. The pulling on her arms suddenly disappeared and she felt herself fall forward. She threw her hands out to catch herself, but a pair of large, muscular arms encircled her grabbing her by the waist. Instinctively, she stepped back into the attacker and tried to land her elbows on his forearms to shake him, but he easily blocked it. Letting out a growl of frustration, she tried to elbow his stomach and again was blocked. “Hey! Just, calm down. I’m the good guy”, the voice commanded. Claire froze at the man’s words. She stopped resisting and he released his grip a bit. “Don’t worry, you are safe now”, he whispered to her. Something in his voice made her believe him; she felt comforted in the mystery man’s arms.
“Worry? Psh. I could’ve totally taken all ten of those armed gang members,” she said sarcastically, her voice shaking a bit. The man chuckled softly and she turned around to face the person who had saved her life. She looked up where she thought his face might be. Her eyes searched the darkness, wide and thankful. As her senses started to slowly come back to her, she realized the man’s arms felt a bit strange. The texture – something was off. Without thinking, she ran her hands up the arms from wrist to elbow to further investigate. She heard a sharp intake of breath and the person quickly withdrew from her.
“Bagged and tagged, bros! Let’s get the shell out of here!” She heard someone say. Turning towards the voice, her eyes searched the dark but she couldn’t make anything out. “What about tha girl? She alright?” growled another voice. “Fine”, another simply responded. Then there was silence and she realized she was alone. The only thing Claire could hear was her heart hammering away in her chest.
At that moment, a car turned past the alleyway, its headlights casting light onto the sidewalk. Claire could briefly make out her attackers - all of them were unconscious and had been tied together. In disbelief, she stumbled away from the scene, trying to catch her breath. Those freaks, Claire recalled one of the men saying. “Freaks?” she repeated to herself and gasped. That night with Brad – the men had mentioned something about green freaks. Were they the ones who the trap had been laid for that night? Freaks or not – they had just saved her life. The sound of a nearby siren had her grabbing her bag from the ground and running off towards the direction of her apartment, not once looking back. There was no way she could explain this to the police.
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Claire had been in the bath for nearly an hour. She had been re-living the night’s events in her mind, trying to make sense of it all. She leaned her head back against the edge of the tub, tendrils of hair from her loose bun dipping into the water, floating around her head. Placing her nearly empty wine glass down on the tile floor, she gently put her hand on her tender face, feeling the sting where Hawk had slapped her. She shivered despite the warm temperature of the bath water. She had come very close to being seriously injured, raped, or even worse – killed. She shook her head. She should’ve done the smart thing and run when she had the chance, but her anger took over. It put her in an incredibly dangerous situation – again. Claire had long been battling her anger issues ever since she was a little girl. Her parents died in a horrific car accident when she was seven and was sent to live with her grandmother. Though her grandmother was a loving, caring person, Claire grew up feeling like an orphan and she felt angry about it.
Things got really bad in middle school; she would get into fights on a weekly basis. Only through some intense counseling did she finally start to get the anger under control by the time she turned sixteen. Her counselor had suggested she get involved in martial arts to help keep her feelings in check - and it did. She was able to turn over a new leaf. She put all her energy into karate and her schoolwork and graduated in the top ten percent of her class at high school. Not only had she gone to college on a full scholarship and receive a degree in nutritional science, but she had worked her way up to black belt in a relatively short amount of time. She had been very lucky, finding a nutritionist position at a local gym only a month after graduating with her degree. She loved her job and had a great relationship with her boss, Brad. The anger she experienced in her childhood resurfaced every now and again - it has been a lifelong struggle for her. Her Sensei had tried to help with some meditation, but sitting in one place for so long didn’t quite suit Claire. The combination of karate and playing vigilante with Brad seemed to help her stay balanced. Now that she was no longer fighting criminals, she recently found herself getting angry easier – case in point: tonight’s run-in with the gang.
Claire caught sight of her pruned hands and sighed, lifting herself out of the water. She grabbed her fluffy red towel and wrapped it around her body. Making her way to the bedroom, she grabbed the phone and pushed ‘1’ on her speed dial.
“Hello, Claire, my dear.” The sound of her voice immediately warmed Claire’s insides.
“Hi Grams, how are you feeling tonight?” Claire smiled and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I’m feeling much better today thanks to the medication you brought me this morning. I just can’t seem to shake this stomach infection! But today, I was finally able to eat some oatmeal and keep it down – and you know how I love my oatmeal.” Claire bit her lip, worriedly. This had been going on for nearly 3 months. Her grandmother’s doctor insisted that because of her old age, it would take longer to bounce back from the infection. The thought that some days her grandmother couldn’t even eat her favorite food tugged at her heart.
“I am so glad to hear that, Grams.”
“Honey, it’s late, you should get some rest for work tomorrow.” Claire smiled, “Okay Grams, you’re the boss. I love you very much.” “Love you too, Claire.”
Claire ended the call and hung her head. It was hard hearing the one person she loved the most was in pain. Sighing, she flipped the TV on and tuned in to Channel 6 news. Claire put the volume way up and walked over to her closet. Grabbing her pajamas, she listened to the reporter, “In other news, crime in the Lower East Side has been steadily rising. In some areas, we have seen a rise in muggings and robberies by sixty percent. Local residents claim the street gang – the Purple Dragons - is to blame.” Claire’s head snapped up and she ran back to the TV. Purple Dragons, she thought. Her mind drifted back to the image of Hawk standing in front of her. He had a purple dragon tattoo on his arm. So he was part of a gang? Her eyes were glued to the screen. The reporter continued, “We can only hope the police will crack down on these acts of crime and arrest the parties responsible. This is April O’Neil, Channel 6 news, saying goodnight!”
Claire crawled into bed with the TV remote and laid her head back against her pillow. She was utterly exhausted but too rattled to fall asleep. Opting for something less serious, she settled on a re-run of her favorite show, Space Heroes. Tossing the remote off the bed, she watched as Captain Ryan led his team across the landscape of an undiscovered planet. She giggled when the Captain slapped his ensign. God, that will never get old, she thought, sleepily. The stress of the night had finally caught up to her and her eyes slowly closed. She drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

“Did you guys see that?! I was like THIS and when he did THIS, I was all KIYAH!” Michelangelo was rolling and flipping around his brothers, providing a detailed account of how he took down his share of the Purple Dragon gang as they made their way through the sewers. “Yea, Mikey, we saw. Ya kicked shell”. Raphael rolled his eyes at his brother. “I know, right, Raph!?” Mikey replied with a laugh. His laughter died down and he turned to face Leo with a pouty expression. “You got to save the girl. I mean, you TOUCHED her. What did she say? She looked like a hottie!” Mikey looked up at his older brother with a goofy smile on his face. Raphael turned to Leo, curious for his response. Leo never talked about the opposite sex. “It was business as usual, Mikey. No different than any other night”, Leo casually responded, looking straight ahead.
Raphael snorted. “Oh, come on, Fearless. You mean ta tell me that when you had her in your arms you didn’t want to just reach in and grab her-“
“UGH, real mature, Raph”, Leo interrupted before his brother could finish his thought.
“OOO Leo, you saved my life!” Mikey ran up to Leonardo, hands clasped together imitating a damsel in distress. “How can I EVER repay you?” He batted his eyes at his brother.
Raphael snickered at Mikey. “Oh, I have an idea as to how she can repay me.”
“You are sick, you know that?” Leo shot his brother an annoyed look.
“What?!” Raphael stared at Leo. “A turtle’s got needs.”
“I don’t know, Raph. Two species can only interbreed if they are within the same genus. For example, you couldn’t breed a dog and cat – the sperm of one would never be able to fertilize the egg of the other”, Donnie pondered.
“Who said anything about BREEDING?” Raph growled. “I was just thinking about a little -”
Donnie stared at him. “Well, then I suppose it is anatomically possible.”
Mikey and Raph gave each other a high-three.
Leo sighed. “What we should be focused on is how we are going to deal with the Purple Dragons. Have you noticed how many more of them we are running into a night? Something is up and we need to get to the bottom of it.” Leo’s words silenced his brothers.
In truth, Leo couldn’t shake the image of the girl turning around to face him. He knew she couldn’t see him, but he could swear her big brown eyes were looking directly into his. She had run her hands along his arms which caught him completely off-guard. Leo wasn’t easily thrown off his game, but this girl did just that. She was beautiful and she could fight; not exactly their typical civilian rescue. Leo inwardly sighed thinking about what the Purple Dragon had said – freaks. He WAS a freak; a mutant freak. He could never be with someone like her. What am I even saying? Leo scolded himself. Being a ninja is a dangerous and lonely profession. There is no room for relationships. He needed to focus on the mission - the mission is what matters, he told himself. And right now, their main objective was taking down the Purple Dragons once and for all.
When they had finally reached the confines of the lair, the four brothers separated and went about their business. Mikey flopped down on the couch with his new issues of Justice Force and a box of pizza, Donnie had wandered back to his lab to work on his latest and greatest invention and Raph began his nightly training routine with the punching bag. Leo made his way to the dojo for a bit of light training and meditation. As he began running through his katas, a pair of brown eyes and full lips crept into his mind. Sighing in frustration, he shook his head and continued his exercises only to find himself performing them incorrectly. Maybe a bit of meditation to clear my mind first, he thought to himself. He took a meditative position on the dojo floor and began reflecting on the night’s events.
He had first spotted the girl while he and his brothers were patrolling Delancey from the city rooftops. At the time, he didn’t know she was female – she had her hood on. He did, however, see the Purple Dragon gang around the corner the unsuspecting victim was about to turn. He alerted his brothers to the situation and watched in fascination as the person fought back against one of the Dragons, reducing him to a pile on the sidewalk. Mikey had turned to him with a big grin and whispered, “Hey, maybe we can recruit him!” Leo had rolled his eyes, telling Mikey that was out of the question. When the gang had ripped the person’s coat off, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. It wasn’t a man at all; it was a young woman wearing a black gi. Her hair had been freed when they removed her hooded coat and the wind caught it, swirling it around her head in the night making her look like a fierce warrior from one of Master Splinter’s stories. As soon as the gang leader pulled his knife, the turtles jumped into action. Leo directed Raphael to throw his sai at the streetlight and he immediately leapt to the men holding the girl back. He felt such satisfaction when he put one of the punks in an arm bar, pulling a little tighter than he meant to. He heard the arm snap and the man screamed. Leonardo felt a bit guilty for only second before thinking about what they would’ve done to the girl. It had taken no time at all to tie the gang up and he and his brothers swiftly made their way back up to the rooftops, climbing and flipping up the nearby buildings. Against his better judgment, Leo had turned to take one last look at the girl, but she was gone.
A sudden, small explosion came from the other room and Leo’s eyes snapped open.
“Donnie, are ya tryin’ to kill us? Get that thing away from me!” he heard Raphael’s booming voice through the dojo wall.
“I’m sorry! It shouldn’t be doing this - all my calculations worked out just fine!” Donnie angrily shouted.
Sighing, Leo stood up and made his way towards his brothers to break up the fight. No time for women, he thought, I have real problems to deal with.
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