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Writings of the Heart	By : meathead13 Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3682 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are owned by Mirage Studios, and pray that they don’t kill me for messing around with their stuff! ;0)
Chapter One: Findings
            “Oh, Luke! Why must we hide our love? I want to be with you more than anything, yet-“ Jackie paused to wipe her sweaty brow. “Our families would not understand how we feel!”
            Luke rushed over to Jackie and grabbed her in a tight embrace. “ I know, my dear. But we will find a way! I promise you!”
            Jackie patted Luke’s clammy skin and stared deep into his clear blue eyes. “Make love to me, Luke. I want to be with you once more before you leave.”
            He wasted no time in undressing her, covering her hot milky skin in kisses as he tugged at her loose clothing. Jackie followed suit, stripping her lover with an intense excitement, the sweat dripping off of their bodies from the heat of the noon day sun.
            Luke placed one last deep kiss on Jackie’s lips before he lowered her down to the grass. The wind picked up again and sent a cool breeze toward them that made Jackie shiver, but Luke quickly placed himself on top of her, his body heat driving her to the edge of ecstacy. She then felt his hardness push its way through her legs and deep into her waiting darkness, and she moaned loudly in Luke’s ear.
            Their bodies rose and fell to a slow beat at first, and Luke was trying his hardest to keep himself from losing control. He wanted to enjoy every moment like it was their last, but the smells raising from her body and the growls from deep within her throat were pushing his limits. He began to pump faster, and Jackie responded to his increasing tempo.
            “Oh, Luke,” Jackie whispered. “That is so-
            Carrie stopped in the middle of her sentence and sat rigid in her chair. Her fingers were frozen over the keyboard, her eyes wide with fear. She looked around the study, straining her ears to find the source of the loud, echoing boom that had just come from the woods behind her house. Carrie then slowly rose to her feet and headed for the window, kneeling on the bench that sat beneath it, and listened again. In the distance she could make out the faint sound of barking dogs, and she knew right away it was her beloved German Shepherds.
            Scared that the dogs where in the path of a local hunter, Carrie threw her thin framed glasses onto the desk and hurried down the stairs, grabbing her powder blue wind jacket from the coat rack as she scurried outside into the night air. It wasn’t until she reached the edge of the woods when Carrie cursed herself for not having brought a flashlight, but the moon was full and bright above her, and she could clearly make out the path that she and her dogs walked every day.
            “Atreyu! Artex!” Carrie shouted, her worrying pushing her state of fear aside. Her dogs were her best friends, and she would gladly give her life to save theirs if there was some crazy psycho in the woods that had a craving for dog meat. She called them again, only to be answered by more barking, and then a growling noise that Carrie knew do not come from her canines.
            A large clearing came into her line of sight, and she could make out the silhouettes of the dogs. Carrie couldn’t make out what they were barking at, but she knew that it was probably some poor defenseless woodland animal they had drove up a tree again.
            “Hush, you two! Come here!”
            Atreyu, the tri-colored brown Shepherd, responded first, giving up on his barks and trotted back to his master. Carrie knelt down and patted the dog’s head, then looked back up at the other one.
            “Artex! That’s enough!”
            The white Shepherd ignored her master’s wish and continued to hold her ground. Carrie moved closer to the dog and gave the stubborn beast a smack on her hind quarters.
            “I said that’s enough, young lady!” Carrie pulled the dog back. “I don’t know what poor creature you’ve got treed or whatever, but you’re making a huge racket! Go back to the house!”
            Artex looked at Carrie, then back at the massive lump hidden among the trees, the moon flickering in the canines’ blue eyes. Carrie growled impatiently at the dog, then turned to walk away, but was stopped when Artex let out a sudden whimper and dashed around Carrie to hide behind her brother. Carrie felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up, knowing that the animal her dogs had discover was still behind them. She could hear it breathing, its breaths coming out in short puffs like it was having a hard time getting the air in and out. Carrie’s first thought was to walk away, but she wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing that she didn’t help the injured animal, and her heart was breaking even more as she listened closer to the shallow breathing.
            Carrie turned around, her layered blonde hair whipping into her gray eyes, and she moved slowly toward the dark lump on the forest floor. She squinted, seeing only a faint outline of the creature’s body in the moonlight, but it was enough to know that the animal was very large and had no fur, and Carrie couldn’t stop the sickening fear that crept through her as her vivid imagination began to run away with her. She knelt down, reaching her hand out cautiously, hoping that the animal wouldn’t bite it off. The hot breath of the creature hit her palm, and Carrie winced as she hit a thick layer of bare skin, which felt smooth and cold to the touch. The breathing then stopped, and Carrie quickly turned her hand away as the animal moaned and moved around.
            “Oh my...” Carrie whispered as the moonlight captured a set a brownish-green plates on the creatures back as it twisted over onto its side, making the same growling noise that she had heard moments ago.
            “No! Stay...away...”
            Carrie fell back onto her bottom and scooted backward, her eyes getting bigger by the second. The fact that the creature was able to speak only made her curiosity grow, and she pushed herself back up to her knees, leaving her fear behind on the forest floor. She moved slowly back to the animal, then began to reach out to touch the hard shell on the creature’s back, but stopped when a loud rustling noise erupted from the tree tops. Carrie glanced up, but was unable to see what suddenly flung her back into the dirt as it landed between her and the injured animal.
            A cloud passed over the moon as Carrie pushed herself back up to a sitting position, her arms supporting her upper body. Even though it had become darker, Carrie was still able to make out the shape of the large animal that had pushed her down. It stood just an inch taller than her tiny 5'5 frame, and seemed to be very muscular all over. Brown padding covered the knees and elbows, a belt of some sort wrapped around the creature’s waist that also carried a connecting piece that stretched across the chest and over the back. The slight early Fall breeze caught the ends of the blue piece of fabric that sat over the creature’s eyes, which were narrowed at Carrie in a look that gave the young girl chills. The cloud soon passed, shining its light down on the scene once again, and Carrie let out a loud gasp as the light caught the ends of a pair of swords that were pointed right into her face. The metallic shimmer ran up the long length of the swords and flashed into the creatures’ large brown eyes, showing Carrie there was just a hint of fear and concern mixed in with the threatening anger.
            “Just stay back,” The creature suddenly spoke in a calmed, hushed tone, the point of the sword shaking ever so slightly before it disappeared. The darkness engulfed Carrie’s eyesight once more, but she tried her best to strain her ears to pick up the sounds the two creatures were making. She heard the dirt and leaves under them shuffle around, then stop, and Carrie knew that the one that had held the sword to her face was trying his best to pick the other one up, and was having no luck in the venture.
            The scent of blood grew strong as the cold wind picked up again, causing Carrie to shiver again. The temperature outside was dropping rapidly, and if Carrie guessed right, the two animals in front of her were going to freeze to death if they couldn’t get to a warmer shelter right away. Carrie swallowed the lump of fear in her throat and slowly stood up, her full bottom lip opening to speak, but the two creatures were already engrossed in a hushed conversation of their own.
            “Come on, Raphael. We’ve got to get you out of here.”
            Carrie took a step closer, ignoring the creatures’ warning to keep away.
            “Can’t move....Leo. Fuck, it hurts.”
            “I know, Raph. Just hang on to me. I’ll pull you up.”
            The shuffling increased, only to be followed by a slumping movement that thudded against the forest floor. Carrie took another step, peering through the darkness at the creatures, both of them now on the ground.
            “Dammit, Leo! How the hell... are ya gonna move me if ya... can’t even move... yerself?”
            “I’m fine. I can do this. I just need to-“
            The talking stopped abruptly, and Carrie realized that she had been found out.
            “I told you to stay back!” The blue masked creature stumbled forward, his hand ready to pull the sharp weapon back out.
            “No, wait!” Carrie found her voice and threw her hands up in front of her face. The creature halted, his eyes frozen in shock at the girl’s outburst. Carrie took in a deep breath, knocked the crazy thought of talking to aliens out of her head, and began to speak in a quiet and calm manner.
            “Look, I don’t want to hurt you. Please, if anything, let me help you. My house is just a half a mile from here. If you want, I could-“
            ”Fuck off, lady!” The creature on the ground yelled. “We don’t need....any...help...”
            “Raphael!” The blue masked animal spun around, catching the other as he passed out and fell back to the cold ground. And as the creature sat there holding the other one in his arms, he looked back up at Carrie, who was offering a sincere smile.
            “Please, let me help.”
            It was a long walk back to the house, and Carrie felt like her arms were about to give out as she sat down on the side of the guestroom bed, the first aid kit in her lap. Even though her brain was fast at receiving information, she knew it could take her weeks to add up all of the strange things that had come to pass in just the last hour. She had helped the blue masked creature pull the other one up, placing his limp arms across their shoulders, and they had to practically drag the unconscious beast back through the woods and up the stairs in the guestroom. The blue masked creature, which turned out to be a oversized turtle once they reached some light, as Carrie had suspected, had stopped and let Carrie rest during the trip back, but Carrie figured it was more for himself than anything. But as Carrie regained her breath and stared at the two giant turtles that were now occupying her guestroom, the extent of their injuries was more than Carrie’s wild imagination could ever come up with.
            The one passed out on the bed, his brother, as the other one called him, was sporting cuts and bruises all over his green skin, but the deep gash that ran down his side and cut across into his chest plates scared Carrie the most. Carrie knew she could sew the wound, she was no doctor, and even if she did stitch up the wound herself, the amount of blood the turtle had lost would keep him out for days, possibly weeks. That is, if he survived.
            The other turtle was also torn up, but he seemed not to care about his own wounds, but had allowed Carrie to tend to them anyway. He held onto his brother’s injured hand, his expressive brown eyes looking for any signs that his brother would wake up. It was only when he noticed the human sitting across from him was staring at him that he made a sound.
            “Please don’t do that,” his voice coming out calmer than he felt inside. “I know my appearance is strange, but now is not the-,”
            “No, it’s not,” Carrie interrupted as she quickly looked away and focused back on sewing the wound shut. “I’ve dreamed of stranger things.” A cold look from under the blue mask made Carrie rethink her words. “Not to say that you’re weird. I mean, I probably look strange to you.”
            The turtle narrowed his eyes in confusion. “I’ve seen humans before. Did you think I was an alien or something?”
            “No, no, not at all,” Carrie lied, lowering her gray eyes again. “ I just- oh, never mind.” She then sighed heavily and continued her work, knowing that it was now the turtle who was staring at her. Another shiver ran across her, and thoughts of the turtle creature attacking her played around in her mind. But she kept on working, and after an hour and three broken needles, the wound was sewed up. Carrie leaned back and stretched her arms into the air, the muscles in her back crying out in pain as she moved. The other turtle had laid his head down as Carrie worked, drifting in and out of a much needed rest, but it shot back up as Carrie moved of the bed.
He inspected Carrie’s handwork closer, then stood up and stretched his own aching body.
            “I think all he needs is rest now,” Carrie replied, then smile as the standing turtle yawned. “Looks like both of you need some rest.”
            “I’m fine.” Was the only answer the turtle gave, his voice still the same calm pitch as before.
            “Would you like something to drink? Eat maybe?” Carrie asked as she moved toward the door. When no answer was given, Carrie stopped and turned around, and had to stop herself from laughing out loud. The blue masked turtle had taken the spot that she had just vacated and had curled up on the bed, pressing himself against his brother to keep him warm. Carrie just let the smile take over her face as she turned off the light and closed the door, leaving just a slight crack to where she could hear them if they stirred.
            Carrie moved back across the hall to her study, the computer screen still showing the almost forgotten romance novel she had been working on. But after several tries to get back into her work, Carrie gave up and turned the computer off and headed downstairs to make a cup of tea.
            With the steaming cup in her hands and her beloved canines at her feet, Carrie sat on the porch of her two-story farmhouse and gazed into the clear October night sky. The realizations of past events had finally caught up with her, and she was now beginning to believe that her once boring existence had taken an unexpected turn, and as scared as she was of her new’ house guests’, Carrie couldn’t wait to find out what this new experience would bring into her life.
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