Fan Fiction ❯ Shadowdancer ❯ A Mysterious Girl ( Prologue )

A New Friend

A Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Fanfiction

Chapter 1

`Aw man I can't believe this,' she thought as she hopped rooftops. `First, I run into some idiots with guns who wanna have target practice. Then I run into guys with knives that want to lay me. And now I'm running from some psychopaths in black pj's that want to kick my ass for some reason. Gods above what did I do to deserve this?' She kept up her mental commentary as she jumped from roof to roof trying to lose her pursuers. There were only a few of them left, but she had been having a bad night and was starting to wear down. She had no idea why they wanted to get her but they did. The only thing she could think of did nothing to assuage her growing anxieties about getting away.

`Aw man, what if they know I'm a mutant. It's not like I have anything really destructive. I mean yeah I can heal incredibly fast, big deal. I'm strong, fast, agile, and have the reflexes of a damn cat, but hey some normal humans do too. Well and my eyes do that weird glowy thingy and yeah I have fangs, but still that is no reason to chase my ass through all of downtown and then some over rooftops. Man my life sucks.' She grumbled as she soared through the air over a particularly long jump landing and breaking a few roof tiles a second later. She kept going and sneaked a quick peek over her shoulder to see she had lost all but one if her attackers.

"Hell yeah," she commented to herself as she prepared for her next jump. She touched off and was halfway over when something whistled towards her and wrapped itself around her ankles. "Aw shit," she said as she crashed onto the next roof and rolled. `Okay that hurt. Oh man did that hurt.' Trying to regain the breath that had been knocked out of her she winced at the pain in her chest. Carefully she stretched out a little and prodded her chest searching for what she knew was there. Wincing she thought, `Okay bruised, bruised, ow, cracked, ow definitely cracked, oh shit! Okay that ones broken. Good thing it's not in the position to puncture anything.'

Wincing she tried to sit up and failed miserably. Little did she know that in the alley below her four beings were swiftly climbing up to the roof area after hearing the crash she had made upon landing. She did notice, however, that the guy in the `pj's' was on the next rooftop and about to come over. Cursing the fact that pain was one thing her healing abilities did not negate, she ignored it anyway, and reached to slice the cords that bound her ankles with the dagger she had been hiding in a wrist sheath. That done she stood up and immediately ducked behind some things thanking her lucky stars individually and by name that she had worn all black tonight and had bound her hair under a black cap.

Controlling her breathing she sighed in relief as she felt the healing kick in with a little tingling sensation. Seconds later she could breathe again. Looking over the metal box thing she watched as the man landed and looked around for her. He knew she was here. He had not seen her leave the roof and he knew for a fact he had gotten her around her ankles. Oh, his boss was going to promote him for sure if he got that perpetual thorn in his side and eliminated her. What he didn't notice was the four stealthy shadows that watched his every move.

"Leo," one hissed. "Why don't we attack him?'

"Raph, I want to know what he's doing up here. I also want to know what that noise was."

"When we came up I spotted a figure dart behind that metal box. Maybe he's after them," commented the figure in the purple bandana.

"Yeah, I saw it too."

"Okay Mikey you and Don go around to the left and try to get behind them. Me and Raph will go right. Don't attack until I give the signal." The other two nodded while the third grumbled and finally consented.

While they moved into position the girl watched her assailant. Finally he got tired of looking and spoke. "Alright I know you're here. I saw you fall and I saw you get up, but I didn't see you leave. You hit pretty hard when you landed didn't you. I bet just about every rib you have is broken or bruised. Come on give yourself up and I promise I'll make it quick." He chuckled low as he pulled a dagger out.

`God's what a moron,' thought two of the figures simultaneously as they listened. The girl knew she had to end this now. She didn't have a clear shot to throw anything, but if she could just get close enough. She peeked over the metal box again and silently cursed herself. `Shit where did he go?' She looked frantically for him. She had to get out of here. She was running dangerously low and while she would keep healing it took energy to do so and she hadn't eaten in a while. Her senses dulled by the endless battles she'd had that night she didn't hear the pj man until too late.

He grabbed her by the jacket and threw her several feet and almost to the edge of the roof. "Oof." `Aw, man not again.' She didn't even have to check this time to know that this had reopened a previous barely healed wound. This one had been enormous and had taken most of her run to finally close up. Blood leaked down her already soaked arm. Roughly the man grabbed her up again and proceeded to hold the knife to her throat.

"Well, well, look at what we have here? You gave us a pretty good run for our money but I finally caught you now haven't I. The boss is going to be so happy when I bring him your head." Before the girl could retort and maybe hand the guy his ass another voice came out from the dark.

"Hey, that's not very polite."

The man spun and gripped the girl to his chest as he held the knife to her throat. The girls eye's widened behind her sunglasses as three no four shadows detached themselves from various parts of the roof and stepped forward. She could see them because of her night vision, but they were covered in disguises. The pj dude, however, only saw shadowy figures.

"You don't have any manners do ya?" taunted another of the figures.

The girl smiled. She could smell the pj dudes fear and could hear it in his voice when he spoke. "Come any closer and I won't hesitate to kill her."

"Her?" queried yet another and much softer voice. The figures all looked at each other swiftly.

They started when the girl chuckled and then spoke in a light English accent. "Oh is the big pj man afraid of the shadows." She heard a snicker from one of the shadows as she said this so she kept going. "I think my friend ya should be a bit more afraid of something a little bit closer ta home, should ya not?" She felt his grip tighten and encircle her throat more. `Perfect.'

"And what's that supposed to mean bitch?"

She snarled and flashed her fangs, "It means that ya just made a big mistake bub." She reached up with her hands grabbed his arm and sank her teeth into it. She tasted his sweet blood momentarily before he screamed and then threw her away from him. She flipped in the air and hissed in pain as she landed in a crouched position with one arm out to steady her and the other on the ground in front of her throbbing knee.

"Hey you okay?" asked the soft voiced one she had landed next too.

She spat out some blood before wiping her mouth and answering, "Just peachy." She reached into her leather jacket and grasped something as she spoke to the man cradling his torn arm. "Ya know if ya hadn't called me a bitch I never would've bit yeh, and if ya hadn't chased and nearly tried ta kill me I wouldn't have ta do this, but yeh did." With that her hand flicked out faster the other figures could really follow. They did, however, notice the gleaming sai that embedded itself in the man's forehead. With a twitch he fell forward as his dagger clattered to the ground.

"Raph," exclaimed one of the voices as the girl stood up wincing.

"It wasn't me Leo. It was her." He said defensively as he came out of his crouch.

"It couldn't have been I didn't see her do anything."

"Trust me Leo; I was watchin' the whole time. Her hand flicked out real fast when she was done talkin'."

"Uh guys." One of them said as the girl slowly limped over to the body and kicked it over. They all looked as she sighed in disgust.

"Bloody hell, now I'm gonna have ta clean it," she said as she leaned down and calmly yanked the sai out of the man's forehead. Standing back up she held it casually in her hand as she faced the four that had come to her rescue.

"What?" she asked them crossing her arms.

"How can you be so calm? You just killed someone," said one of them after a moment's silence.

"So, the bastard would have killed me if he'd had the chance. Now I thank ya fer yer timely intervention, but I really must scamper."

Before she could move one of them spoke, "Wait, you can't go, you're hurt."

She chuckled, "I may be hurt, but I really must go before this bastards friends show up. I did have a right many following me fer a bit back there."

One of them went to speak, but before he had the chance she saluted them and then flipped backwards over the edge. They ran to the side and when they peered over the edge they saw nothing. Nothing at all stirred in the alley below. Leo shook his head as he turned back to the others. Raph crossed his arms over his plastron and glared at Leo who in turn ignored him.

"Well, I guess we should leave before anyone shows up," Leo said.

"Yeah probably, but how did she do that? I mean one second she's here and the next gone," asked Mikey as he followed Leo down the fire escape and into the alley below. No one answered him and no one talked the rest of the trip back to the lair. None of them noticed the shadow that clung to the side of the building, watching them as they descended into the sewers. Silently it detached itself and followed them. She had expected them to leave, but not into the sewers. `Who are they,' she pondered as she flitted from shadow to shadow watching them as they traversed the tunnels.

They had acted human, but the scent signatures they'd had were a little confusing. They smelt like humans, yet not. They smelt like mutants, yet not as well. Hell they even had this earthy, wet scent, like rain on a warm evening. To say she was curious was an understatement. She followed all the way to their home listening to them talk quietly from time to time. As they spoke she was able to pick out names and identify them to some extent, but to avoid confusion she gave them her own tags. The leader she tagged as just that. The shorter one had the manner of an errant prankster and all around goofball. The one with the Bo strapped to his back was quiet and very intelligent. The last was in all ways a hothead. The quiet one fascinated her for some reason.

She felt drawn to him and she knew she had to see what he looked like under that damn disguise. They had reached the entrance to their home, but she couldn't follow. There were no real shadows to hide in. The place was much too well lit for her taste. She resigned herself to going home and cleaning up while puzzling over the four dark strangers. Especially the quiet one that had caught her curiosity in more ways than one.