In the Central America jungle, everything seemed to be at peace. That is until a thief and his crew were driving along in their jeep filled with the stuff they just stole from the village, along with a young girl, who they had kidnapped, tied up in a brown sack, looking scared.
She had long blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. She wore a white sun dress, printed with pink flowers and light pink Vans. She was 14 years old, and her name was Angelina, but her nickname was Angie.
The boss thief bit into a gold necklace to see if it was real and chuckled to himself on how much he could get for it.
Angie struggled around in the sack, trying to free herself.
"Let me out!" she yelled, her shouts muffled by the sack.
"Shut up, little girl, or else you're dead!" the thief snapped.
This scared Angie, so she kept quiet.
Suddenly, they came to a stop.
The thief slapped the driver on the head. "Idiot, watch where you're going."
"There's a log on the road, Senor," the driver pointed ahead, and they looked to see a huge tree lying out in front of them.
"Well, if you're not too busy, remove it!" the thief commanded and continued to mutter something as Angie sat in the sack listening to all this.
One man went out with a from the front of the truck to tie it around the tree. But suddenly, he was flung over the tree.
"Dios mio," the driver said in shock.
Another man readied his gun, but then he fell into a trap and was lifted into the tree.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" the thief demanded.
"It's the Ghost of the Jungle. He punishes those who prey upon the weak. He's coming!" the driver explained out of fear.
Angie listened to this in wonder and fear.
As the men continued to look around, the driver squeaked in fear when he saw the man with the gun drop to the ground dead.
"I just remembered I left the stove on. My wife, she hates that!" the driver screamed and ran away.
Angie giggled, listening to the crew run away like scared little babies.
"Coward! Get back here!" the thief commanded.
"You're on you're own, Jefe!" the driver yelled as he ran away.
"The ghost's scared them away," Angie said to herself.
Suddenly she felt the sack being lifted it up.
He looked around in fear and anger, not knowing what he would find. Suddenly, a pair of eyes appeared from behind him.
"What is this-?" he questioned, saw the eyes and screamed. "What?"
He ran, holding the sack in one hand and a knife in the other, slicing away the plants in front of him then fell down a hill, dropping the sack.
Angie was thrown around like a rag doll in the sack as she tumbled down the hill.
"Oww! Ah!" she yelled.
Suddenly the sack opened and she fell out and landed on the ground with a thud. Angie tried to get up but she was in pain.
Once the thief recovered, he found his machete, got up and stood defensively.
"I am not afraid of a myth. I'm not afraid of a ghost!" he yelled into the night.
Suddenly a human-sized turtle with a blue mask landed in front of him. The thief gaped in shock and fear as the turtle drew out one of his katanas.
"What are you?" the thief wondered out loud.
They both charged at each other and what came next was the thief's scream that no one but the blue clad turtle and himself could hear.
The turtle put his katana back into his sheave and walked to where Angie was lying. She groaned as looked up at him before losing consciousness.
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A/N Leo is in Central America, helping the village as the Ghost of the Jungle and he's saved Angie's life. What are his brothers up to?"