16Welcome to Re-Written Atom!
New story line! Less Romance! More close to the stories! More Fighting! WHOOP!
Enjoy!
-Katty
Blood.
Everywhere is blood.
No end to it.
No way out.
No one left.
Just Blood and Me.
I duck under a fallen building. My legs pound against the concrete as my heart beats wildly. The movements of the foot ninja chasing me are drawing closer. My legs skid to a stop and I stare a dead end in the face. I curse under my breath. Foot pour off the wall's either side of the alley and stand, weapon's drawn hungering for my blood. I look around me. My eyes settle on a man-hole cover.
I pounce at it, the foot take that moment to attack. I pull hard on the cover which flies off and I manage to slip under before the first shuriken reach me. I land cat-like. My torso pressed against my knee. I instantly stand up, my body moves on instinct into an attack position, pulling my twin tachi up to my body.
I flee down the passage of the odorous sewers, my heightened smell picking up every stink. 'Ugh." I inwardly groan. Pattering of ninja footsteps alert my ears off to the right, cussing to myself I make a few turns and listen hard. The footsteps are further away, but I am still not satisfied at the distance.
Running further into the sewers, I listen again, more footsteps, but not as many as before. Curious, I follow them deeper into the sewers. Eventually voices bounce off the walls, four males, and by the scent, been down here for ages.
They are are only twenty meters ahead when I catch a glance of them. Mutants. I'm not the only one. Of course I already knew that, Shredder had a few mutants in the foot before me, and I had witnessed a few mutations, my own being one of them.
These are turtles, with weapons strapped to their shells, walking and joking in the sewers. Sewer turtles, why not? I giggle escapes my lips at my own joke and they spin around. I mold with the darkness, but it's to late, they approach me, weapons in hands.
"Dude, we know you're here, we heard you're laugh." I smile and draw my own weapons, a pair of tachi. Stepping out of my cloak of darkness I offer a smile. "I'll put my weapons down if you do the same. The turtles gasp. "Foot-Ninja can't be trusted." One, a red bandanna clad turtle, says. "Former foot-ninja," I say, "Ephisis on former."
"So your like, a good mutant?" Orange asks, smiling at me. "I guess, wait, why, and how, do you know of the Foot?" I ask. Blue starts. "It's a long story." he begins and I smile. "Good. I like long stories."
