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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 had been nearly a month since Claire was attacked by the Purple Dragons. She wasn’t injured and nothing was stolen so she decided not to report the incident to the police or tell any of her friends about it. She didn’t want the attention of her co-workers and she especially didn’t want Brad to know. She knew him too well; he would insist on walking her home every night after work and then go after those creeps for some payback. Claire just didn’t want him involved. She was a big girl and could handle herself just fine, so she recruited one of the personal trainers at her gym to create a weight lifting regimen for her; she would feel a little better if she got stronger. She was also spending more time at her dojo, investing in some private lessons with her Sensei and staying late after class to run drills with the higher ranked black belts. She wanted to be more prepared if she ever had another run-in like that again.
It was a slow, Friday afternoon at the gym and Jill, one of Claire’s co-workers and close friends, walked up to Claire’s desk, her short, brown curls bouncing. “Hey, girlie! So I was talking to some of the guys earlier – let’s go out dancing tonight! There is this new club opening up down on Grand and it’s going to be fabulous!”
Claire considered this for a moment and looked up from her computer at her friend. “You know what? I could really use a night out. Count me in.”
“Great!” Jill exclaimed with a huge smile. “So, how has your grandmother been doing?” she softly inquired, placing her hand on Claire’s arm.
“Well, she’s hanging in there. She’s a damn strong woman – it’s where I got it from.” Claire chuckled quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the man who runs the joint”, Jill said to Brad as he walked past the girls. Brad flashed Jill a weak smile before turning his full attention to Claire, his hazel eyes boring into hers.
“Hey Claire”, he leaned across Claire’s desk to playfully tug on her low, side ponytail. “Did Jill tell you about tonight? As your boss, I demand that you come!” He shook a finger at her, winked and walked over to the weight machines to check on a client. Jill threw Claire a meaningful look.
“There’s nothing going on between us, Jill. Just friends, I swear!” Claire threw her hands up to emphasize her innocence.
“But he talks about you all the time!” Jill declared, red lips pursed, hands on her hips.
Claire sighed and stole a glance at Brad. He was very handsome. More than very handsome. The man was downright gorgeous; he looked like he belonged in some high-fashion magazine. Sure, he and Claire had been intimate for a few months, but there was no substance there. She didn’t have any real feelings for him and certainly didn’t want to lead him on if he was looking for anything more. Claire watched as the client who had Brad’s attention became flustered under his gaze, trying to smooth her hair down.
“He does have a way with the ladies,” Claire chuckled.
“By the way, have you noticed how secretive he’s been lately?” Jill whispered to Claire. Claire raised her eyebrows. “No, what do you mean?”
“Well, I heard that he’s been having these late-night meetings in his office with these strange looking men. One man came in and I swear to you he was the biggest man I have ever seen in my life. He was like seven feet tall, no joke!”
“Huh – that’s weird”, Claire muttered, frowning. She vaguely wondered if he was trying to recruit another vigilante partner in her absence. Her grandmother’s sudden illness had her refocusing her priorities and she felt a little irresponsible if she continued the vigilante missions with Brad. What if something happened to Claire one night? Who would take care of her grandmother? Even still, she would feel a little disappointed in being replaced. Her and Brad had some serious partner-in-crime chemistry.

Clad in a pair of black sweatpants and a pink sports bra Claire fumbled around in her closet, switching the phone from one ear to the other. “Get out! Are you sure he said that?” Claire gossiped about her co-workers with Jill. She growled in frustration pulling one shirt after another down from their hangers. She couldn’t decide on an outfit for the club. “By the way, what are you wearing tonight?” She glanced at the time; she was supposed to meet everyone at the club in thirty minutes. Turning her attention back to her wardrobe, a bit of sparkle caught her eye. In the very back of her closet, she glimpsed her sexy black dress that she hadn’t worn in years. She grabbed the hanger and ran to her mirror. Hanging the dress in front of her body, she smiled approvingly - it was perfect. It was short but not too low-cut and had a bit of sparkle on the neckline. She grabbed a tiny pair of black hot pants to wear underneath the dress and began rummaging through her jewelry.
“Okay, I’m heading out - I’ll meet you there in twenty.” Hanging up the phone, she smiled at her reflection. After the craziness of the past week, she was going to let loose and have some fun tonight.

Brad led Claire, Jill and few of the other trainers to the front of a massive line at Club Blu. Claire watched as Brad leaned forward and whispered something to the bouncer. The bouncer looked down at the clipboard in his hand, nodded his head and moved aside to let the group in. Jill and Claire looked at each other. “Since when does Brad have all the cool connections?” Jill laughingly said to Claire.
As they walked through the entrance, they were met with a glass of champagne and loud, pulsing music. Brad sat with a few of the other trainers at a VIP table and Jill grabbed Claire. Drinks in hand, they wandered over to the dance floor; it was packed and the music selection was perfect. Claire began to move in time to the music, her body swaying as the crowd pulsated - it was electrifying. She closed her eyes allowing herself to get lost in the moment. When she opened them again, her eyes fell upon Brad who was intently watching her while sipping his champagne. She realized there were a few men at the table with Brad that she did not recognize. He shifted his eyes from Claire to one of the men, shaking his hand before the strange man stood up from the table to leave. Once Brad was alone again, Claire gave him a small wave and motioned for him to join her and Jill. He drained the contents of his glass and stood up from the table, making his way to the dance floor with his trainers following closely behind.
It started out just fine – the whole group was dancing with one another in a friendly, casual way. Somehow, Brad wound up behind Claire, grinding the front of his body against the back of hers. “I’ve really missed you, Claire” he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Those nights, fighting and fucking – I can’t get you out of my head.” She hesitated for a moment and he took the opportunity to slide his arms around her. She gasped as the memory of the mystery man’s touch came flooding back. Though Brad’s arms weren’t quite as big, it had brought her back to that night she was jumped. Even though it was one of the scariest nights of her life, it was also one of the times she’s felt most comforted.
She suddenly felt inexplicably uncomfortable in Brad’s arms. Claire grabbed Brad gently, turning around to face him with a small smile. “I’m going to hit the ladies room!” she yelled above the music. Brad frowned as Claire exited the dance floor. She pushed the door to the restroom open and walked over to the sink. Leaning forward, she drew in a deep breath. What just happened? The mystery man’s touch was doing strange things to her - she used to feel that way with Brad, but that was only after a good fight. She didn’t have any true feelings for Brad. Oh, what and you have true feelings for a stranger? she mockingly thought to herself. Sighing, she reached into her clutch pulling out her lipstick. She quickly re-applied it in the mirror and fussed with her hair for a moment before reluctantly heading back out to the dance floor. Jill must have caught the vibe, because she hung on to Claire, dancing with her for the rest of the night.

A few drinks later and Claire was feeling good. She was a little buzzed as she stepped out of the club and onto the sidewalk with her crew. “That place is amazing!” Jill declared, her arm hooked around Claire’s.
“No kidding,” Claire agreed enthusiastically. “We seriously need to do this again”.
Jill yawned obnoxiously. “Ugh, I have yoga class tomorrow morning - what time is it?”
Brad looked down at his Rolex. “Two-thirty”, he replied.
The group began saying their goodbyes and hailing cabs, so Claire threw Jill a hug and whispered in her ear, “I’ll call you tomorrow. Get home safe!” Before she knew it, only her and Brad remained. She turned to him, hoping he wouldn’t offer for her to stay at his place. Feeling this buzzed, she just might take him up on it. A girl’s got needs, she thought.

Leo was jumping from rooftop to rooftop with a little more vigor than usual. He had gotten into another argument with Raph. He couldn’t even remember what they had argued over. Probably something unimportant, he thought angrily. Normally Raph was the one to go topside after their fights, but Leo had stormed out before anyone could move. He had done a bit of meditation in a quiet area near Central Park, but he couldn’t shake the anger he felt. He had been feeling a little on edge lately and he wasn’t entirely sure why.
Ever since that night we saved that girl from the Purple Dragons, Leo realized. He knew he shouldn’t be harping on it, but he couldn’t help the way he was feeling. He and his brothers never spoke about it, but they didn’t have to. They would never find mates – all they had was each other. Who in the world would want them? It’s not like the city had an underground mutant scene – they were one of a kind. Maybe having one another was enough for his brothers, but there were times Leo felt an unfamiliar pang of longing for something else. It would never happen – totally out of the question, he told himself.
An unruly crowd of people lined up outside of a building caught his attention. The sign on the outside said CLUB BLU in bright, trendy lettering. Undetected, Leonardo leapt across to the top of the building. He noticed a skylight in the roof that allowed him visual access to the dance floor. Well, couldn’t hurt to rest for a few minutes, Leo thought. Taking a seat, he took to people-watching, observing the way they danced with one another, criticizing the ones that had no rhythm. Ten minutes had gone by and Leonardo had just gotten up to leave when a whip of blonde hair caught his eye. He nearly choked when he saw her. HER. The girl they had saved weeks ago. She was in the club on the dance floor moving her body in a way that made Leonardo blush. The black dress she wore accented her figure and the bottom of it rode up her thighs the more she moved. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. Losing track of time, he stood there, hypnotized, watching her body sway. A man approached her from behind and he deeply frowned. Of course she had a boyfriend, how could she not? But she stopped dancing as soon as he approached and Leo saw the look in her eyes – she was not happy. She departed the dance floor, leaving the man looking very confused. Curious, Leonardo ran to the edge of the rooftop monitoring the exit. Fifteen minutes had past and Leo was growing impatient but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. He needed to see her again. An hour and a half later, she finally emerged from the exit. He watched her group slowly get smaller as they each got into a cab. What am I doing right now- this is pathetic, he thought, shaking his head. But he couldn’t help himself; he needed to make sure she got home safe. He felt it was his duty.
The man who approached her on the dance floor was trying to get her in a cab with him, but she was clearly declining the invitation. “She said no, creep”, Leo growled softly to himself watching the scene before him unfold.
“Brad, really, I’ll be fine. My apartment is literally five blocks away”, he heard her say.
Smirking with satisfaction, Leo watched the man get into a cab alone and began shadowing the girl along the rooftops.

Claire watched as Brad’s taxi pulled away from the sidewalk. Whew, she thought. I gracefully dodged that bullet. It had taken much convincing, but Brad finally left Claire alone. She had to admit, it was very tempting to go back to Brad’s place, but if tonight taught her anything, it was that she did not feel the same way as Brad felt about her. It wasn’t fair to Brad; she would just be leading him on. Sighing, Claire began the trek home. She hadn’t walked a few minutes when two men on the opposite side of the sidewalk called out to her. “Hey baby, where ya headed?”
Claire raised an eyebrow at the men and ignored them, pushing past to continue walking.
“Hey, sexy! Where do you think ya going?” Annoyed, she turned around to give them a piece of her mind, but was shocked to see that the two men had turned into six. Her eyes were drawn to one of the men in the front of the group – why did he look so familiar? She narrowed her eyes at them, “Look, I am just trying to get home.”
“And we are just looking to blow off some steam. So why don’t you come with us and we’ll show you a good time. We won’t hurt you – much”. A few of the men snickered.
Claire subtly reached behind her, snapping open her tiny, green clutch, feeling for her pocket taser.
“Boys, boys, boys – I’m just not that type of girl. Why don’t you run along home to your mommies?” Those drinks she had earlier were seriously affecting her brain to mouth filter.
“Oh, you think you’re so funny. Maybe I should teach you a lesson”, the man began to stalk towards her.
Claire whipped the taser out from behind her back and aimed it at the man’s groin. She quickly squeezed the trigger and hit her target successfully. The man fell to the ground screaming in pain. “Ughhh, you bitch!”
“Bullseye!” Claire shouted triumphantly. She glared at the other men, daring them to move.
“What are you uhhh- standing there for? Gah. GET HER!” the man on the ground cried.
The three remaining men rushed Claire – wait weren’t there five? she vaguely thought. She began attacking them without thinking, knocking one of them to the ground with a spinning back kick, grateful for those hot pants under her dress. As she planted her foot back down on the ground, she wobbled, nearly losing her balance. Looking down, she realized her heel had been broken.
“Ugh! she cried in disgust. “You see what you assholes did? These are Manolo’s!” She looked down briefly to kick them off. Standing back up, she assumed a fighting stance only to realize the men were no longer in front of her. What the hell?
Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she whirled around angrily, hand raised and ready to strike. She was blocked by a strong arm and got a good look at the attacker under the streetlight. She gasped and froze in place. Eyes wide, she barely whispered, “W-w-who are you?”
“I – I took care of the other men that were bothering you. Don’t worry ma’am, I’m the good guy”, Leo quickly replied.
The familiarity of the words resonated with her. Eyes widening even more, she dropped her arm from its attempted attack and simply pointed at him. “Y-you. You were the one who saved me. A t-turtle?” He gave her a tight nod, not knowing how she was going to react.
“Duck”, she simply said.
“W-what? No I’m a turtle.” Leo’s brain was screaming; he hadn’t meant for her to see him and he was completely thrown by the situation he was currently in.
“DUCK!” she yelled this time. He then understood and crouched low as she threw a spinning heel kick over his shell at the attacker who had approached him from behind. I was so fixated on the girl, I wasn’t even minding my surroundings. Sloppy, he thought to himself in disgust. Still crouching, Leo looked over his shoulder at the steady stream of Purple Dragons running towards them. Where are all these punks coming from? He turned to face them, slowly unsheathing his katanas, retreating slightly to gain some distance until his shell bumped into Claire’s back.
Claire realized they were surrounded. Back to back, Leonardo and Claire prepared themselves for the inevitable fight.
“Listen, we don’t want to fight you.” Leo said with an air of authority, putting his katanas away.
“What?! Are you kidding? Let’s take these creeps out!” Claire shouted to him, her fists tightening.
Leo sighed. “You sound just like my brother.” He took another look around at the gang. “Fine, looks like we don’t really have a choice. But you just stay behind me and I’ll take care of -” Leo started, but Claire had already began throwing punches.
Despite her buzz, she easily took out the first two men – they weren’t nearly as good as the gang she ran into a month ago. She turned to see how her new friend was doing. He was tearing through them like they were nothing. Smirking, she spun back around and came face to face with the largest man she had ever seen. Frozen in place, she watched as the man looming before her reached out and grabbed her by the arm. “HEY!” she yelled in protest. Claire swung her other arm around at his face but he easily caught it and lifted her up by the neck. She managed to swing her feet hard into his stomach causing him to release his grip a bit. She slid down to the ground gasping, holding her neck. Her eyes narrowed as she felt the familiar spark, not even bothering to try to contain it; in fact, tonight, she was welcoming it. She eyed a piece of glass on the ground and picked it up. She ran at the large man attacking him with every ounce of her strength. He threw out punch after punch, but she was quick and evaded each one easily. She spun around him and sliced into his back with the glass. He let out a loud, deep yell which gained the attention of Leonardo. Whipping his head around, his eyes widened – Hun!? He watched with dismay as Claire battled Hun. Panicked, he began carving a path to her, easily taking out each Dragon along the way.
Punch, slice, punch, slice. Claire had begun a pattern of dodging Hun’s attacks and then slicing him. “Real big man you are, picking on a girl like me!” Claire yelled at him, catching him with the glass again on his arm. With a loud “KIYAH!” she leapt up off a nearby dumpster and sliced his face. “You bitch!” he screamed, covering his face, now bloody from the wound. He suddenly charged forward, catching her by surprise and put her in an armbar, knocking the piece of glass from her hand.
The number of Dragons had nearly doubled and Leo was still trying to cut through them to get to Claire. Almost there, Leo thought desperately.
Hun easily picked her up, bringing her close to his face. Claire tried to fight back but found she had no energy left. “You are NOTHING”, he declared and laughed. He tossed her into the side of the building, her body hitting the bricks with a loud THUNK. “Noo!” Leo cried out. With a sudden burst of speed, he sprinted forward knocking over a group of Dragons in his way.
Claire groaned at the pain she felt in the back of her head and reached down to touch her side; she had been cut on the brick. She looked up to see her friend fighting the large man ferociously, his katanas slicing away. Her vision began to get fuzzy and slowly went dark as she felt herself fade away.
Claire drifted in and out of consciousness as she vaguely felt herself swaying above the ground.
The images of pipes. The sound of water. She fought to open her eyes, but found she didn’t have the strength. Finally, Claire allowed herself to succumb to the darkness.
When she finally came to, she found herself in a small, unfamiliar room. She sat up, wincing as she felt a pain in the back of her head. Gently placing her hand on the wound on her side, she realized someone had bandaged her up. She looked around in the dark- Where the hell am I?
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