Hi, I know it took a long time for me to get to this point. I've been debating for a long time whether to continue this or not, so I decided to make this the final installment. Note: this part of the fanfic takes place after "Vengeance is Mine".
Raphael jumped to his feet as Fishface ran at him, balisword in hand. Raph barely managed to deflect the blow. It wasn't that he couldn't beat Fishface in combat, he definitely could, more of the fact that they had been fighting at least a hundred Foot Bots and some of the other Foot members in the past ten minutes. Donatello slid right next to him, gripping his bo tightly. "There's way too many of them!" he yelled. "Things can't really get worse right now-" Rocksteady and Bebop entered the room, and Raph gave him a deadpan stare while Donnie added, "- I stand corrected."
Raph scanned the throne room quickly. Michelangelo was knocking the heads off three bots while Leonardo clashed swords with Karai. The half-snake kunoichi threw a kick which was dodged, then counterattacked. "Karai! Snap out of it! We're on your side!"
"She's still under that control serum, huh?"
"Apparently," Donnie answered. "I was hoping it might wear off, but we've given it two or three days, and it doesn't seem to be."
Mikey joined in the short conversation. "Dude, she looks so creepy. I mean, she's like, completely normal, but she has snake eyes, mouth, and arms!"
Donnie interrupted. "Technically, snakes don't have arms, so it would be impossible for her to have arms like a snake."
"You know what I mean!"
Raph opened his mouth to respond, but he felt his arm being twisted back followed by a crack. Pain shot up his arm as he fell down with Donnie catching him. The genius looked worried. "Leo! We have a problem…"
Having already noticed Raph arm, which was bent at an odd angle, Leo kicked Karai back a few yards and ran towards the entrance, followed by the rest of the group. "There's too many! We have to rescue her another time…"
At the lair, Donatello fixed Raph's arm while Mikey and Leo looked around the lair. "There. All fixed up." Turned to the other two, he asked, "What in the name of Darwin's beard are you guys doing?"
"Looking for Splinter, we can't find him," Leo said. "Yeah, he's just not there… You think maybe he got eaten by Ice Cream Kitty?" Mikey gasped. "KITTY! WHY! I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND!"
Raph decided to take action and slapped their youngest brother on the head. "No, shellbrain, he didn't get eaten by an ice cream cat mutant. This is Splinter we're talking about."
When the two began to bicker about the probability of Ice Cream Kitty being a space alien with supernatural powers, Donnie interrupted. "Guys! Check your T-Phones! It says in the history that my and Leo's phones were used to call the Cheese Phone!"
Raph and Mikey quickly checked, and their eyes widened at the screen. "Shit! It says so on our phones too!"
Donnie chewed on this for a moment. "Dexter must have hacked into our T-Phones to make it look like we needed Master Splinter's help."
"Why would Stockboy do that?" Mikey asked.
Raph opened his mouth to make a scathing remark, but his eldest brother answered for him, worry in his eyes. "To lure him into a trap."
On the docks, Splinter tried to hear or see any sign of his sons. He couldn't sense anything that suggested that they had even been there in the past twenty-four hours. But Leonardo told me that they had been ambushed at the docks. Michelangelo called a little later to say there were too many of them, and right after Raphael and Donatello called for help. So where are they?
Suddenly, it reckoned to him that with Baxter's technology, simply speaking the words and then changing them to the voices he knew so well would only be so easy. I need to get out of here.
Just as he started to run around, he felt a sharp pain in his forearm. Too late. He pulled out the dart immediately, but the world started to blur. Master Splinter barely could see the Karai-like figure coming out from behind a building and slowly walking towards him. Black ebbed in his vision and darkness consumed him.
My sons…Stay safe….
Half unconscious, he barely felt it when his daughter's fangs made contact with his neck.
I know this was a bit short, I'm still getting back into the world of . Next time I'll make it longer!
