CHAPTER 19: JULIA KAMEN

The dark lights and shady atmosphere did nothing to sooth Julia Kamen’s nerves as she danced.  Thought a stripper and anything else, she dispised her role in life which she constantly insisted calling it a ‘cruel world’. For only a cruel world can take your parents from you. Only a cruel world would not allow you to graduate high school. Only a cruel world would allow you to get raped when you are twelve. And only a cruel world, would allow her to dance in a hell hole known as the Bling-Blang.  She loathed it there, but her face yet didn’t show it.  Instead, her face smiled, giving off a hint of sexual desire and pleasure.  As she danced around the pole, topless, she smiled at the slew of men crowding around holding out dollar bills.

A cruel world it was, and maybe just for her. While the other girls loved doing it, for the fun of it, Julie did it, to make ends meet; to pay the bills. No more, no less. Getting some guy to screw her in the champagne room alone, the commission is around two grand. Two many times she had gave herselfs to other men, and each time, a part of her died. Despite her growing ambiguity towards what she wants to do with her life; (yes... for strippers do have dreams, you know) she didn’t like who she was. Not that her self-esteem was low. Don’t get her wrong. She isn’t one of those "pity me" types, where they play mind games with you, making you feel like they are the true victim of whatever calamity.  No, she was starting to grow up, though her age of twenty-four should be like medals on a suit of honor in the world of maturity, no medals barely were placed upon hers.  For Julia was starting to realize how life goes. She realized her place in life.  And she didn’t like it.

Come here sugar!” the masses cried, in forms of winks, whispers and showing of bills.  As she cozied her breasts to one of the men’s faces, in the back the same curious figure sat down in the back of the bar.  As she stood up, taking the money and slipping it in her G-String, she decided to do another pole-hump gesture.  Not she was doing it for the money.  The money is half of it.  For once, right now... she was intrigued by this person.  Every week, only the waiter or waitress would be spoken and addressed, and maybe this guy had money.  Enough money to be her knight in shinning armor. 

Julia and most girls in the biz like her, always wished such things; like in say, Pretty Woman”. Where like our hero, Ms. Roberts is magically whisked off her feet by the handsome but old and bad acting Richard Gere.  As the thought crossed her mind, more and more bills were raised in the air, as she humped air.  Idiots.” she grumbled in her mind, as she reached out and grabbed the money yet again.  Each night almost it was the same.  She needed her charming, and she needed him now.  Not in a sexual way mind you.  But... in case... if it had to come to sexual favors... no. She couldn’t do that. Wouldn’t.  Would she?  Wait- she had done it for every other guy out there for the right amount of money, why not now?  Screw it.” came to her mind, as she dismissed the downsides of such a prince charming. 

As the Radio DJ announced her off, she grabbed a towel, and rubbed the beads of sweat off her body, and grabbed her top.  In doing so, she noticed a group of people enter the bar.  Three business men, the other a joggers outfit with a hood.   Walking up to a couple gentlemen at the bar, she rubbed her hand along the top shoulders, and then after their grunts of not interested right now” made themselves available, she turned towards the back of the bar.  In the shade, more so than the rest of the floor, she slowly made her way over to the table.  She made sure that her hips rocked back and forth, in a sexual manor.  here goes nothing.”

Hey there, big boy.  Why are you hiding out here?”

The figure looked up, and beneath the fedora hat she saw a small red light on the right side where an eye should be, and she got goose-bumps.  The figure watched as a hand grabbed the elbow, and swung Julia around.  D’Angelo had been a problem for awhile.  And she had been a favorite.  Some how he finds the money, and each week almost, she is his.  And she didn’t want it now.  But... the boss suggests to not refuse customer.  But this time, she needed to.  At the point, she didn’t want his greasy hands on her.  She pulled away, smiling casually, looking over towards the stage door. I gotta change sweetie.”

Aw, no kissy?”

No kissy. Not tonight baby.” she saw the bartender wave at her.  She had a client.  I actually have a client.”  She sighed quietly, as D’Angelo looked at her sternly, almost heartbroken... in a drunk sort of way.  Maybe next week? Okay? We can kissy then.” Patting on his zipper, she began walking away.  Damn him. Damn him all to hell.”

She didn’t expect the fall, as the ground slammed against her jaw- or was it the other way around?  Either way, she could barely move her jaw.  Rolling over, she felt a sharp pain not only in her jaw, but in her chest as well.  How hard did I freakin‘ fall?”  Looking up, she saw D’Angelo reaching down for her breasts.  Breasts... I have no top on...” she thought.  The pain continued to surge, and something caught her eye behind D’Angelo, her eyes widen. 

CHAPTER 20: KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR

D’Angelo stopped.  Something caught his eye behind him.  As the purple cascade-like lights beamed on the back bar, turning left then right, in normal fashion... what was that purple metallic glow?  Moving around, he saw nothing straight ahead, but looking down-

What the hell are you? Some kind of midget?”

The five foot four looking figure, not covered in the shadows once again due to the lights beaming to another side, the figure’s hand reached up, and grabbed his throat. 

First of... I’m no midget. And tho there are too many people...” the figure froze, as the light beamed across his head, and his own words echoed in the back of his mind.  Too many people.  The grasp tighten and the metal looking humanoid turtle held D’Angelo out as an outcry of  onlookers became heard.  Do you need manors on how to treat a lady?” D’Angelo looked at him and was trying to breathe.  He couldn’t get his breath.  What’s that?” 

Julia, leaning back on her hands, lowered herself down to her elbows and began to push herself away from the creature.  It was horrifying. What was it??  Either way... it had saved her.  True, D’Angelo was a regular, but also had a way of making his feelings get across. And he was on the force.  The corrupt power of the force.  The cop’s face was turning blue, and the red eye glowed.  And that is when around the room, gun’s loaded in unison.

Donatello looked up.  Bring it on.” is all he could say.  Right now, he was scared stiffless.  But show fear, and more or less you will be defeated.  The guns went off, everyone working and not firing, jumping to the floor.  Smoke filled the air as it escaped the barrels of the guns.  The bullets flew, and D’Angelo was seemingly having spasms out.  But he wasn’t... Julia saw that blood dripped from his back, where the holes entered thru his body. 

The turtle was using him as a human shield. 

And that is when the men crowded around her, grabbing her, putting a gun to her head.  You started this... maybe you should die like freak-boy over there--” and a gun was pressed to her head.

Didn’t they ever teach you how to treat a lady? Any manors at all?” the voice cried.  The voice seemed strong, but yet, also shallow, geekish.  And she saw the cyborg turtle holding a gun right in her attacker’s face.  Firing, he fell backwards, knocked out.  No blood. Just out.  The turtle grabbed her and looked her in the eye.  He paused.  It’s like he was attracted to her.

Um... Uh.. you need to get out of here.” is all the creature could muster.  And she did just that, jumping to the floor, as she heard the guns behind her reload.  They wanted him dead.  Who ever they in the rest of the bar was.  She crawled for the bar and the bartender.  The guns were going off, and clings and clangs went off, as well as glass shattering.  She turned to see the creature, who undoubtedly did save her life, get hit with bullets and taking them like nothing.  The empty shells fell to the floor after impact, joining into the sounds of the bar going up in gunshot.

She saw the bartender and he rolled a bottle to her. The bottle was empty, and the lights which hit it, made it seem florescent, and glow a bright greenish purple.  At the top, half of it stuck thru the crevice, was a peice of paper.  Her new client.  She could leave now.  And she turned, to crawl to the door, in the back of the bar, towards where the fight began in the first place, she saw a rope lasso itself around the creature’s left arm. The creature mumbled in pain, and his other hand slowly morphed from the stun gun, to a three fingered hand.  She was amazed at the strength of the creature, but noted it was getting weaker.  She paused as she watched another rope lassoed him. Another. And Another, and another.  Soon the turtle was tied down, and she could see who was throwing them down, but the turtle-like creature was weak. It was died down.  The men of the bar cheered as their murderer of their friend D’Angelo was tied up.  One of them in the back yelled for quiet.  As he came forward, he pulled a silencer out.  He looked at the creature oddly.

You little piece of shit.  What gives you any rights... to even walk or even talk?”

Julia recognized that voice.  It, was Warren.  Warren was a crude business man, who often the girls thought up as a small time pencil pusher for a crime syndicate.  But she had him before as a client. He was nothing of the sort. Just a small time punk who got rich quick doing one of those stupid ads for Quick Rich Quick by Working at Home” schemes. And to show off, he always carried a silencer a Gulf War buddy of his, had, and he stole. 

Warren looked right at the creature, she saw, and then behind the gang, she saw the lower half of the hooded man’s face.  He was smiling, and it was almost a glare as well from the lights.  But the figure’s smile and head cocked towards her, and the smile disappeared.  The hooded man then exited the bar, past the front door into the night.  Julia then looked at the creature.  Those ropes for some reason were hurting him.  And she began to crawl away.  And that is when... she looked and saw the creatrue crying.

CHAPTER 21: ESCAPE

He remembered towards the front of the bar, his arm was lassoed, and he lost control of his other hand.  Which of course, featured the stun gun.  As it mutated back to it’s original state of being a three-fingered mutant turtle hand, he was lassoes again, and he felt weaker, until he fell to his knees. He screamed as he struggled, but he felt musscle fatigue, as if he had been training or fighting for days.  He never had felt this tired, not even when he was wounded.  These ropes were doing something to him.  And as one went around his neck, almost at times, choking him, the men around the bar smiled, putting their guns down, as they took the ropes, and tied them to the floor.

Donatello was too busy to notice how they were doing it, but Donatello was now on the ground, arms behind his back, tied, with ropes on his arms, his neck and legs, holding him down.  Like a prisoner of war. He knew he was in trouble.  He was a mutant. A freak. A nobuddy who not one would miss or care for.  And then the man with the silencer came forward.  And that is when he couldn’t help it anymore. Water dripped down his beak and to the floor below.

Donatello was crying.

 Shit.” he thought.  Never show emotion.  You’re crying.” Donatello knew he was more like Michaelangelo in some ways. Crying was one of them.  Leonardo never cried much, at least around them, and Raphael... well Raph was a joke.  But he couldn’t believe how stupid he was, how foolish. He should of not stunned them.  And these ropes... he had lost the ability to control his cyborg suit, and he had no idea why.

They screams were Kill the freak, Warren!” and Show the bitch the ropes!”. How ironical.  He was tied by ropes.  Maybe that is what that legend of the sewers... you know.. it may be true?

Shut up.”

No, there are like ten of them!! This one might of escaped from the lab or something!”

The cries continued from the angry gun wielding customers and Donatello wished that it would all end. That the pain and suffering--

Stop!”

Donatello’s mental and physical anguish thoughts stopped for the moment and then he lifted his head to the back of the bar.  Near the bartender, was Julia. The girl he saved. She was carrying a knife.  She‘s going to kill me.  Gr-r-eat. Note to self; never save girl again.” and as her heels clicked on the ground beneath her, she weilded the knife carefully. It was a switchblade and Donatello knew this was going to be painful.  The man known as Warren who stood infront of him, seemed pleased.  Donatello closed his eye. 

He felt a burden from his hands disappear, and he wasn’t as weak as he once was.  He then felt his arms.  He felt his neck.  And he felt his legs.  And a soft smooth feeling was around his right arm, helping him up.  Donatello must be in heaven.  But as he opened his eye, Julia was helping him up. Looking at him.  The crowd around them looked at her, surprised.  He’s just different, and he saved my life.” came the woman’s voice. It too, was soft like her skin, but soft spoken. Donatello was in a trance.  All he could do, is look at her, and then when eye contact was made, he looked down.  I think he would of done the same for any girl here, or any of you.”

Warren seem displeased with the events unfolding, and wasn’t going to let this stop.  He raised his silencer to Julia’s face.  Bitch, that-- was a mistake.”  Julia gasped, as an metal hand reached up and touched the gun.  A small glow persisted and the gun barrel was melted.  Warren turned to the turtle.  Donatello smiled.  The feeling and control was back.  It was the ropes.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.  I thought I showed all of you the correct manors.”  and Donatello uppercutted Warren backwards. Okay... Lesson One!” Donatello said as he noticed a guy from behind come for him.  Always bow and kiss the woman’s hand as a sign of respect for when you greet a woman, it makes her feel good!” And Donatello extended his foot backwards, kicking the attacker in the stomach, in reply he grabbed his stomach, bowing almost. He reached for Donatello and then fell in pain. Moaning. 

Lesson Two!” Donatello took a bottle of beer on the bar and threw it at another oncoming attacker.  The bottle shattered against the drunk, and a belch came out, as he fell backwards into the arms of some of the other customers.  Never belch!” Donatello turned his head back at Julia.  He nodded towards the back door.  He smiled and winked.  Another customer, heading for an attack pose, came at him.

Are you a turtle?” the attacker screamed.

Donatello grabbed him by the neck and held him off the ground.  He hated this question.  Retard! Retard! What do I look like, a fish!? I mean there is a shell on my back, one would think that I come from the family of--” Donatello felt a pain in his neck, and he fell to the ground.  He was too busy explaining to those ‘retards’ he forgot he was in a brawl.  The doors opened, and he heard the men scatter.  Looking up from the floor, as he felt his attacker’s knee on his neck, he saw cops.  And dogs.  Drug dogs.  Great...” he muttered on the floor as he rolled away and punched the attacker.   As he stood up, his hands morphed into big guns.  He’d hate to kill them, any of them really, D’Angelo was a small price.  but... the cops.  gunfire was going off, hitting him.  The pain of the bullets hitting the same spot was starting to note itself in his nervous system.  And Donatello fired.  The large blasts hit some of the cops legs.  He was going to try to decapitate them instead, better than killing. They won’t walk for a few weeks or months. No biggie. And then a whole room busted in with more men with guns.

There are too many.  He was trapped.

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