Raphael

I found a pipe that was pouring out what seems like clean water, so I tried to wash off all of the..what ever it was I was thrown into. I make sure to get my hair extra wet, I can barely stand the stench anymore. I keep walking in the same direction until I get to a hall that led me to some kind of tracks. I peak around the corner looking down the tracks. I see nothing but tracks both ways. I jump down onto the tracks and just stand there in the middle contemplating which direction to go. I look left. I look right. I closed my eyes and decided. Left.

After an almost agonizing amount of time walking, I start to hear noises. I stop to listen. Rumbling. I run and jump onto the ledge and back up flat against the wall. I wait for the rumbling to get closer. I see lights, and they're getting closer. I try to decide whether or not I should try to hitch a ride on what ever is headed this way. I remember how long I've been walking, and how long I could hear the rumbling...ugh that seems like a long way before I get anywhere. So I do it. I jump onto the vehicle barreling down the tracks. I land on it with a thump and hold on tight. I can hear voices coming from the hatch that's slightly cracked open on the top. I slide myself over toward the hatch.

"You can't tell me you didn't hear that." Someone said.

"I think you're going crazy. You're hearing things." A more gruff voice said.

I hear something coming closer. I shift myself down the side, and grab on to a rail on the side. I hear the hatch open.

"I don't see anything man." The second voice said.

We go over an unexpected bump and I lose some of my grip. I scramble to get my grip back and not plummet to my death, but I hit my elbow on the side.

"Raph!"

"Yeah." The one that opened the hatch replied.

I hear him climbing out of the hatch and making his way to the side I'm on. Who ever this Raph is, I can take him down. I'll just steal this vehicle, it will definitely make getting around easier. I press myself as flat against the side as I can. Watching, waiting. I see a hand reach over to the side, immediately I grab it and pull. He falls slightly, but grabs the bar I'm holding. He was too heavy for me to throw him down hard enough. I never considered that, and now I'm gunna pay for it. I kick and he grabs my foot and holds it. I look at him and all I can do is stop. Frozen in confusion. I may not have any memory, but this, what ever he is, just doesn't seem right. I just look at him in somewhat shock. What the hell is he? He gives me a strange look, as if to say, what the hell are you looking at?

"What the hell are you?" I freaked out a little, not really sure what will happen next.

"I'm a turtle. What the hell are you doing on our shell raiser?"

"Turtle...?"