Disclaimer: Not mine, don't own 'em. However, Trinity is mine, and mine's alone. Although I did developed her character from a dream from my childhood.
…Was it a dream? I can't remember….well whatever, she's still mine!
Things aren't always as they seem…
Trinity frowned as she watched her boyfriend leave, his bo in hand.
The Foot was on the move, and as a result, so were the turtles…
"But, I thought the Foot function was obsolete, what with Shredder gone. Are you sure this is them?"
She grasped at his arm, squeezing the muscle slightly as she willed him back around to face her. He complied, but with sad eyes, and with an equally sad heart.
He had thought the same thing, she could tell.
With the end of Shredder came the end of fighting, or so they thought.
However, with this new Foot activity, it seemed that this was only just the beginning. They had to fight, and win, just as they had for most of their twenty years of life.
Which taught them a very valuable lesson…
The fighting would never be over, no matter what. Thee war would never ceasing as long as the greedy and evil minds of the nightlife of New York City Manhattan still existed.
And like, he all but confirmed her thoughts.
"Trinity, I- I know this is hard to understand, but, this is something we need to do. Years ago, we made it our duty to protect this city, and we have to honor that duty…"
"I know that, Don!…I know that."
She basically interrupted him in anger, but calmed down mid-speech as her rage trickled down into nothing but sadness. What he said was absolutely true; the city did need protection…
She just wish he and his brothers didn't have to be the ones protecting it.
Every night they risked their precious lives, for a city that despised them and called them 'Freaks.' But they still went out, fighting an un-winnable fight, and for a losing cause…
And still being called "Freaks" all the same.
Oh how she loathed that word…
Mainly because in her own childhood, she was called a 'Freak' as well, but for very different reasons she could barely remember…
She watched Don as he threw her one last look of regret before heading towards the door of his room once again. This time, however, she did not stop him. Instead, and after a moment of thought to herself, she followed him out of the room just in time to see him join his brothers in preparation.
They all looked battle ready; each one of their aura's reflecting their respected pre-battle preparations.
Leonardo's sense of calm and readiness was seconded by no other as he prepared his swords. His newly sharpened twin katanas gleaming in hand before being sheathed behind his back, crossing behind him in his classic style. Next to him, Raphael and Michelangelo was not too far behind in readiness.
Raphael grinned as he sheathed his own sai in his belt, happy to join the fight at long last. After the death of Shredder, everything had been too calm for him.
Too quiet.
He was a turtle of action, and there being none, he was nearly ready to come out of his shell in boredom. But now…with the sudden reappearance of the Foot, without the Shredder, this was more his style. With the reappearance of the Foot came the reappearance of the war, and with the war, came the fight.
And with the fight came Raph's happiness, his element coming back as well.
He was more than ready…
Michelangelo, however, had a very different perspective on things.
Very different.
Although he never really liked training; too much mediation, not enough partying, he had to admit though,
It was worth it.
The fight!
The exhilaration!
The adrenaline rush!
It was like going surfing, sky diving, and Skateboarding all at the same time!
What a rush!
So, nunchaku in hand, he gave them a single test twirl before grinning in approval.
Oh yeah, he still had it.
However, as her eyes moved from the others to Donatello, his stance told a very different story.
She could tell he was tired of it.
His trusty old "goody bag" in hand, he rose the strap overhead before placing it on the opposite shoulder. He frowned, settling into its extra way a little too easily, it being almost second nature to him by now.
Which, in itself, was depressing.
Never one for the fighting, or the rush, he could imagine at least one-hundred other things he would rather be doing. But he knew that this had to be done instead. So, bo in hand once again, he gave it a practice spin before sheathing it on his back, that action also being too natural for his liking, despite his ninjitsu training.
Nevertheless, he would fight.
He would fight for good.
He would fight for honor.
And, last but not least, he would fight for the Bushido code.
However, Trinity still frowned.
She didn't want to see them go. She didn't want to see them fight against the odds of the world, once again. And she didn't want them to suffer as a result.
They disserved peace, as did this city…
Which, in turn, was why they fought to begin with.
A vicious cycle, but a necessary one.
Nevertheless, she still would have objected, but this time she kept her mouth closed.
She knew it wouldn't have done any good, they would still have gone, but mainly she held back because it was then that their sensei, Splinter, had chosen to enter the room, addressing all four of his students in his own original manner.
"My sons…"
All four of the turtles turned, their attention immediately on their father as he entered the room.
His walk was slow, but solid. His age did not show in his gait, but more on his face as he addressed each of his sons with a glance and a nod as he continued.
"You all will face many challenges tonight, our enemy arising from the ash of defeat. But, I warn you, be careful. In truth, we do not know what to expect, so I remind you to remember your Ninjitsu as ninja is always prepared."
He concluded then, ending his speech while looking into the face of his most troubled son.
And in response, Donatello stared back before bowing with the others. He knew that if anyone could sense his apprehension, it would be Splinter, which would explain Splinter's look and the hand currently on the back of his head during his bow. It was Splinter's way of reassurance, and as always, it worked. Donatello felt much better as he went to stand.
At least someone understood him, well now, two someone's.
As he stood from his bow and while the rest of the turtles began to head out, he turned, instead, to watch the love of his life, her saddened expression working knots into his heart. He hated putting her through this, this not being the first time he's had to leave her home to worry if he and his brothers would even come back.
True torture, not only for him, but for her as well.
But just like everything else, sacrifices would have to be made, and this was no exception. So, he approached her, giving her one more sweet kiss for luck.
"I love you." He whispered before sighing in regret. Turning, he left then to catch up with his already retreating brothers.
She watched him go, never taking her eyes off of his retreating shell nor moving until he was long gone. And even then, it was Splinter's hand on her shoulder that brought the world back into motion.
It was then and only then that she let her tears fall.
Now, with the turtle's gone, she didn't have to be strong anymore. She could cry respectfully to Splinter now, like she did every night they went out without the reassurance of returning home.
"It's not fair." She stated like a child, but felt as an adult. It wasn't fair, them fighting an already loosing battle, the battle of good against evil, all of the odds being against them because of that cause.
It truly wasn't fair.
However, despite her extreme sadness, Splinter's words still made her feel better, just like they always did.
"Yes, My child. Life is not always fair, but that is what it is, Life. And their lives are of honor and of good, the Bushido code leading them in the ways of true virtue. They have an obligation to protect this city and its citizens, an obligation that is beyond their control, and ours."
She sighed then, her tears ending as she turned to look the old wise rat in the face.
He was right, they all were…but it was still just so unfair. They had as much a right to live as everyone else. Why couldn't they live up to that right?
Because they lived up to honor instead…
She sighed, her mind weary. Nevertheless, she knew she would not be getting any sleep that night.
She had way too much to think about to even consider sleeping.
"Splinter I need time to think…if you don't mind being alone, I would like to retire early."
She looked up from her feet and into the old rat's face, only to find a look of understanding in his eyes.
Meanwhile, he smiled in reassurance before responding, his voice solid but weary with the events of that day as well.
"No my child, I do not mind. Take as much time as you need. Besides, I too, have much to mediate over."
Splinter nodded, a hand to her shoulder in affection before turning away and heading for his own room as well.
"Good night, Trinity."
She watched his strong but small body retreat slowly to his room before finally responding, her own voice in reverence and affection for the wise mentor.
"Goodnight, Splinter."
Now with the lair empty and dark, she shuttered at he heavy silence before retreating to her own room and shutting the door.
She couldn't imagine the lair being like that, silent, voided of life, but she knew that it could very well be an option in their case….that is, if this was indeed the turtles' last battle.
She shuttered again, shaking away the violent and hurtful thoughts.
She couldn't let herself think like that; she had to keep in good spirits, for them…
For Donny.
They would come home, they just had to…
She sighed then, falling into her chair and placing her hands on her desk, or more, Donny's desk. This was his room after all. She just lived in here as well in order to stay with him and his family. In the end, it turned out to be the best decision of her life…but her most dangerous decision as well. The Foot had destroyed her place of residence once before, they could very well do it again.
God forbid they should ever find the lair that is.
If they did, though, she knew would be out of a home once again…but at least she would still have the love of her life.
Ifhe survived, that is.
She growled low in her throat, her anger flashing dangerously as she ripped herself away from the chair.
She felt so helpless.
Hoping…waiting, but not helping no matter what she did.
She would give anything to help, anything to even the odds for them…
Anything to help them come home safely. But as she racked her brain for ideas, she got nothing.
Depressed, and sad, she flopped down onto the bed, laying her head onto his pillow in anguish. Breathing in his scent, she felt tears sting her eyes once again.
She would have done anything to be with him right now, anything…
Then you know what you must do.
She opened eyes she didn't even remember closing as she slowly say up, her face mirroring her obvious confusion at her mind's speech.
"Wh-what?"
You know what you must do.
It repeated, but at her lack of a response, it continued. You have the power, the power to help…or have you forgotten?She sat up then, more confused in that moment than she had ever been in her life. What was this? What was it talking about?
Power?
What power?
The voice in her head seemed to sigh, but continued nevertheless.
You have forgotten, Mistress, you have forgotten.
She shot up then, the term "Mistress" jolting her system immediately.
That name…
It was so familiar, but foreign. It was like she should have known what it meant, but (just like the voice said) she'd forgotten it too long ago for it to even be familiar anymore.
Meanwhile, the voice was persistent, feeling the jolt the name itself had caused. She recognized it, but didn't remember
But it could help with that as well.
Suddenly and as quickly as the blink of an eye, Trinity found herself elsewhere, startled by her instant change of surroundings.
It happened just so quickly, so suddenly, so eerily…
Looking around, she found herself outside, in a park it seemed, although she didn't recognize it. Nevertheless, the familiarity of the park was hard to ignore…
The trees buzzed with life as bees and other insects maked themselves known in the fresh green lush park. The wind rustled branches and leaves as it cooled the humid but clear air.
It truly was beautiful; nevertheless, it still wasn't where she was supposed to be.
'Where…exactly…am I?'
However, it seemed that this time, the voice did not continue, leaving her questions unanswered.
It seemed that this time, she would have to answer them herself.
Watch. Was it's only command as it fell silent once again, leaving her basically on her own. However, she barely missed it, the scene before her unfolding before her very eyes.
"Mommy, Mommy, I wanna play on the swings!"
A little girl suddenly filled her vision, the small ball of energy running from the trees in her excitement as she entered the fun-filled park. Meanwhile, a tall but young woman entered behind the girl then, hot on her heals. She smiled then, looking down and into the child's expression of joy as she nodded.
The girl beamed at her mom's 'yes.' before running as fast as her little feet could carry her to the swings that were just beyond the next set of trees.
However, the girl's mother called out once more, but sat on the nearby bench despite her words of warning.
"But remember, Sweetie, don't wander too far. Mommy wouldn't want to lose you."
Trinity heard rather than saw the girl's smile, not having been able to see the girl's face since she entered the wood clearing, but she let it fill her with joy anyways, still content with watching the loving mother and her angel of a daughter. Meanwhile, the girl turned back then, her face still away from Trinity as she responded to her mother's request.
"Yes Momma. Don't worry, I won't!" The girl beamed, and with one more hug and a kiss, she ran to the swings, her heart soaring.
Meanwhile, though, Trinity frowned.
It seemed that no matter what she did, she still could not see the girl's face.
Every time she moved to, it seemed, the girl's angle was still all wrong. Her face was always pointed away from her, her head turning at the last second to look at one thing or the other. In the end, all Trinity ever got of the girl's face was features that could not hold on their own; the end of a nose here, a pair of lips there.
Which only irritated her more.
What irritated her to start with was how familiar the girl was, just like her surroundings. But no matter how she tried, she still just could not put a finger on it…
And it was really bugging her.
Where had she seen this girl before?
However, a sudden scream cut off anything she could have hoped to muster as a sudden explosion left the ground quaking. Trinity shrieked in surprise before falling to the ground, feeling the earth shake under her as she lost her footing.
She was terrified, and it seemed that she was not the only one.
The girl's mother then burst through the trees, and running to the now screaming, crying girl in absolute fright.
Something was definitely wrong, and it only took Trinity a few moments to find out what it was as a green smoke seemed to seep from those very same trees.
She watched in absolute horror as the mother fell to her daughter's side in a rushed attempt to pick her up, but before she could go, or even stand, the green fog was already over her, and as a result, she fell silent instantly.
She was dead.
However, underneath her, the girl lived, crying and screaming as she watched her mother die before her eyes, her carcass melting and disintegrating from the effects of the now proven deadly fog.
Meanwhile, unable to tear herself away from the horrific and gruesome scene before her, she gasped, feeling tears of confusion and despair for the pair before her.
It was then that the voice finally decided make itself known once again.
It was a chemical explosion from the power plant nearby that caused it all. The accident could have been avoided, but because of the fault of one worker, this woman was killed, and the girl's life was changed forever…
Trinity couldn't help but feel remorse for the now broken and destroyed family before her, the girl still screaming underneath the horrific carcass of her dead mother.
The same dead mother that had just saved her young life…
Before her, the scene seemed to unfold in a speed that was not natural as at least a dozen men came from those very same trees, their yellow suits space-like as they walked through the clearing, only to stumble upon the body of a dead mother and upon the screams of a little girl.
Meanwhile, the voice continued.
The pair was discovered, but as it was, it was too late to save the young woman, the green fog killing her instantly.
And in the sense, it was too late for the girl as well.
It seemed that with her exposure, the effects were very different than that of her mother's. Very different indeed.
Trinity frowned once again, looking over the scene of gore and injustice. She was very confused, not knowing what any of this stuff had to do with her or her question of how she could help, but not having any other choice than to watch the events before her, she did.
But that didn't mean she couldn't complain about it.
'What does any of this have to do with me? Yes, this is a horrible and regretful event, but why are you showing me th-?'
Her rant was cut short as the men before her finally removed the warped and melted body off of the child, only to reveal the true effects of the green fog on the girl below.
The one that did, stepped back, his voice expressing disbelief as he spoke for the first time.
"What...the...hell?"
All of the men stood back as the little girl looked up, and in a response to it as well, Trinity gasped.
Before her, the girl stopped her crying as she looked around and into the faces around her. Although her body was left unchanged and unharmed, it seemed that she had indeed been affected by the green gas.
Around her head, the red hair that had been neat and brushed seemed to have been tousled, her mother's body unable to keep the locks of red hair from exposure. Now that hair lay in a mass around her in a tousled halo of deep red.
However, the messy hair wasn't the problem.
The problem came in the fact that that hair now…moved. With what seemed like a life of its own, the hair around her head wiggled and stirred, horrifying every man unlucky enough to pay witness to the now monstrosity of a girl.
Trinity stood shocked and horrified as well at the unreal sight before her as the girl just looked around confused. The men around her backed away, their eyes never leaving the girl as if suddenly realizing that she was not a girl, like they had thought, but a demon. However, meanwhile, the girl seemed just as confused and scared as them for she soon began to cry once more as her hair continued to move randomly and always in motion. And as a response, and in despair, she turned her face…
Right in Trinity's direction!
Trinity gasped, her hand coming to her mouth in absolute horror as she finally recognized the girl…
"
No…"It just wasn't possible, how could it be?!
Nevertheless, the voice seemed to smile, as the truth finally came out, answering all of her questions, new and old with one simple statement.
Trinity, in reality, this has everything to do with you, because, you see Trinity…
This was you.
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Ok, this is the first chapter of a fic I wasn't planning to write, but that I did anyways. Lol, what do you think, should I have written it? Lol. Well, the next chapter will come soon regardless, I hoped you enjoy it! R and R!