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You've probably seen this in 4kids, but I thought that I'd post it here, so you can read it!! I hope you enjoy my story ^_- I'll update everyday! ^-^ Enjoy:

Alone. That’s the only word that I can think of to describe myself right now. I am sitting above the village on a rooftop. This village is not my town, nor is it my home. How I came here is quite a story. The story of how I met the turtles is another one. Tonight the sky is bare and the moon is clear. The breeze is cool and the night is deep. Alone. The emotion stabs my heart. I was separated from my brother nearly four months ago...it seems so long ago. I can almost see him now, sitting beside me. He was different than me. He wore black, not white. He had a distinct darkness to him. His eyes were always hollow. His honor was the only thing that stopped him from turning to the others. After the incident with The Grim, he fell into an increasing darkness. Now we are separated, the explosion threw us miles, or even years apart. I do not know if he is alive or dead, good or evil. I can only hope that he hasn't gotten himself killed.

Sometimes to pass the time I look into the past. The memories keep me from the present, like the time when I first encountered the turtles. It was night and I was running…from myself…

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Opps, my bad. I guess I should have mentioned that it is a story about my fancharacter, The Ghost. This story is about her meeting the turtles. Hahaa..... Here's some more.. enjoy:

I blinked the hot tears away. The buildings were a blur, whizzing past as I ran. I used the power in my legs to jump across another alley…..just another alley. I bit my lip harder, until blood seeped down my chin. I stopped suddenly and collapsed to the ground. My body heaved with shattered breaths. I screamed silently into the night. The pain was too much. I couldn’t handle it. It couldn’t be! No! He wasn’t gone! He would be standing there waiting for me as always. I closed my eyes tightly. I knew I couldn’t fool myself any more. He was dead. My sensei was dead. The only person who could be even close to a father….has been murdered. Murdered in cold blood, by a most hated enemy, The Grim. Now my sensei was gone. No. He was simply dead, I couldn’t use any other word for it. I couldn’t hide myself from the truth any more. I wiped the blood from my chin looked at it in disgust on my palm. I smudged it onto the ground, leaving a red stain. I thought back to my brother. He was probably sitting in silence, as he always does these days. He hasn’t talked to me for days, he is drowning in his pain. I guess I am as well. These days I leave the hideout more and more, just to get away. It always fails, because everything always catches up with me..

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Okay! Heres the next update! Enjoy:

Movement! Quickly and silently I sprinted to the shadows. I pressed my back against the wall, so I was hidden in the darkness. I silently watched as figures jumped onto the spot where I was moments ago. There were at least fifteen of them, all moving with liquid grace. Their faces where hidden, and a red symbol on their shoulders stood out in the moonlight. One of them observed the smear of blood that I had just left. He knelt down and ran his finger through it.
“It’s fresh.” He hissed. I pressed my back harder against the wall and my breathing became shallow and broken. I cursed myself for being so foolish not to watch my surroundings. Now all of them were curious about the blood.
“Could it be one of the turtles?” One of them asked. Turtles? What in the world were they talking about?
“Perhaps…we must follow every lead that we have.”
“They couldn’t of gone far…If we don’t kill these fools soon, Master will have our heads!”
“Search the place!!” One of the ninja's yelled. The dark figures began to fan out. Dread swept through my body. I narrowed my eyes and quickly looked around, observing the playing field. No way out. I clenched my fists. I took in a breath of surprise. One of the ninja’s was walking in front of me, only four inches away! I gave an inner smile and with a silent snap, I grabbed him and pulled him into the shadows. He jerked in surprise.
“Sorry.” I said with little truth as I hit him on the top of the head. He dropped. I picked him up and threw him into the middle of the ninja’s. Fourteen heads whipped around at the exact same time. I walked out of the shadows, with confidence…perhaps too much.
"I have one question.” Each ninja spun around to face me. They all calculated the situation in seconds. I was the one who threw their fellow friend.
“Are you afraid of ghost’s?” I drew my katana slowly from my sheath and smirked with over confidence. “Because you will be…”

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Last edited by The Ghost on Wed Nov 15, 2006 11:30 pm; edited 2 times in total

Alrightie! Heres another update! Enjoy:

The moisten air threatened a storm. I stood facing a great amount of opponents. I bowed, then raised my katana. Leaped over their heads and landed near the edge of the roof. In the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of fork lightning…I stepped back suddenly, nearly falling off of the edge. A memory came flooding in, so vivid, so real. It took me back to that night.
The Grim stood over my sensei. He raised his scythe. I screamed, but it was snuffed by the crack of thunder. The fork lightning snapped overhead, which took me back to reality.
Just then, a ninja was lunging for me with his tanto aiming for my neck. Out of instinct, I sidestepped quickly out of the way. Raising my katana, we crossed blades. I pushed hard against his sword and he returned the pressure. We stood there in a deadly embrace. Suddenly, another attacked from behind. I ducked, sweeping my own blade I disengaged. Going to the next katana. I let go with one of my hands and grabbed the attacker’s exposed wrist. Twisting it to a painful angle, he yelled and released his hold on his own sword. I leapt backward, just as stars went flying by my chest. I took in the situation with a feeling of sickness. I needed distance. I unlatched my grappling hook from my belt and swung it. Releasing the rope, it latched onto the other rooftop. Dodging a swipe from a spear, I leapt into the night. Swinging in between the buildings, the rush calmed me. I landed lightly on the other side. I loaded my crossbow with haste and raised it to eyelevel. Carefully I aimed for the nearest ninja’s forehead. Then thunder cracked overhead and I was covering my eyes before I knew it.
Blood was everywhere, I ran to the side of my sensei. My brother was right behind me. I knelt down and lifted his head.
“Wake up! Come on!”
Then I felt a cool blade touch the back of my neck.
“Don’t move, little one.” Grim stood behind me.
I froze. Rain touched my cheek and I once again came back to reality. It was so real, the memory….it was just so real! What was happening to me?! Confused and angered, I spun around to find a katana pointed at my heart.
“Don’t move.” The ninja ordered me.
Surprised, I stumbled back. I bumped into the assassin behind me. I whipped around to face him and grabbed his arm, throwing him into the ninja who threatened me. Sensing another attack from my left, I brought my katana out of its sheath. I brought it sideways, missing the other blade by centimeters. It cut deeply into my thigh. I clenched my teeth in silent anguish. With difficulty I ignored the pain, I raised my katana and struck. The rain started to poor. Slash! We passed blades. Slash! Slash! Slash! He attacked nonstop. I feinted an attack and then parried, riposted. Whoosh! He missed my arm by millimeters. Now I thrusted, attacking him. Ching! We locked, and then I drew back, disengaging. I came forward with a tierce, which sent his weapon to the ground.
“Touché.” I said, with respect.
I went to bow, but suddenly I was grabbed from behind. I tried to break free, but the arms where too strong. The arms wrapped against my chest, I gasped for air. I dropped my katana. I tried to kick backwards, but the effort was in vain. I was suddenly thrown the air. I hit the wall, sliding down. I collapsed onto the ground. I spat out blood and tried to stand, but the muscle was torn. I clenched my teeth in absolute anger and grief. The rain pounded onto my back. Footsteps splashed through the puddles. I slowly looked up to find a figure standing over me, with my own katana. I knew what was coming; I was about to be killed. Just the same as my sensei...

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awsome:D

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"Pain Doesn't Hurt when it's all you've ever felt!"

"Judge Me! Everyone Else Does!To let you know, I only care about what the Man above thinks of me."

"Tears falling slowly down the midnight sky, sometimes i wonder why I cry, oh why.They Pain I hold, the tears you shead, leaving the PAST i have a PAINFUL dread.When That horrible day came, the future never was the same...."

I have been reading every update of it.... dont worry! Wink

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Smile always~~

Yay! Thanks guys! I didn't think that anyone was reading it! haha >.<

Heres the next update!! Enjoy:

I squinted through the curtain of rain and looked into the blank eyes of my fate. Sheet lightning flashed uncontrollably, lighting up his face. Suddenly that feeling…that feeling of déjà vu came again. It was so strong, so real.
I sat there at the side of my sensei, my hand on his. He looked up into my brother’s eyes, then mine. I felt myself fall into his weak smile,
“N-never……be….a….afraid….” He said to me. His eyes gradually lost their glow and his hand slipped from mine. I lowered my head and tears streamed down my cheeks. I closed my eyes tight and opened them to find myself staring into the tip of my own blade. It was pointed an inch away from my heart. I pushed backward in surprise, which sent a spasm of pain up my leg. My back hit the wall and I cursed inwardly. I looked back into the empty eyes of the figure standing above me. The rain was pounding the earth. The figure raised my katana and I brought up my arm in an instinctive defense. Then his whole body seemed to shudder and he dropped my katana with a clatter. I lowered my arm slowly to see in amazement that the ninja was toppling over. His head landed an inch away from my leg. When the ninja fell, he revealed a new figure standing behind him, with a fist still raised. Confused I tried to move backwards, but the wall was still there. Suddenly everything became very blurry, was it the rain? No, the world began to spin. I slowly began to collapse, through hazy vision I saw the figure coming towards me. I tried to stop him, but I was falling into darkness…darkness…darkn-

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Great fanfic Ghost. Please post more. *chibi eyes*

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Thanks guys! Heres the next update! ^_- Enjoy:

Warmth. I half opened my eyes, the light was soft. I felt a warm washcloth on my forehead. I smiled. Master always did know how to make me feel well again. I opened my eyes fully and all of the memories came flooding in at once. Wait, no. My sensei was not here. Not anymore. The fight, the assassins on the roof…the figure. What happened? I looked around. This was not my home. Where was I? I tried to stand, but a huge spasm nearly took my breath away. I looked down at my leg to see that it was in a splint of some sort. Where was I? I reached for my katana, but I only felt my empty sheath. My arrows, crossbow, grappling hook…all missing. I threw off the wash cloth and felt my lips. Stale blood. I was being held captive, that was it. I had to escape! I whipped my head around, scanning the room. I saw my weapons on a table on the far end. Why…why would they have my weapons easily accessible to me? Why would they bandage my wounds? I brought my legs slowly around and set down my healthy one. I stood up, very unstable and I started for my weapons. Only to find myself in extreme pain, lying on the floor.
“Oh…aghhh….what the hell?!” I growled as I attempted to stand again. Then, with no warning the door flew open.

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Nice update Ghost.

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