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My name is Max-Anne O'Neil and yes I am related to the April O'Neil in fact she's my big sister. However I'm not here to give you introductions at least not yet...I'm here to warn you that if you read this, your sworn to secrecy to never tell anyone of what you read. My "special friends" are the keep low and stick to the shadows type so revealing who they are can not only put them in danger but also put you in danger as well. You see I don't live a normal typical teenage life so read at your own risk. Everything you read is 100% accurate rather you believe me or not is up to you. As I said before your sworn to secrecy as soon as you read, if you don't keep your oath then my "special friends" will just have to make you forget... This is the story of how one simple late night walk in the City, changed my life for both better and worse. This is how four teenaged mutant boys and their mutant father changed my life forever... How we became a family... How we bonded a friendship far stronger than the man in blue tights... How they became not only my friends but also my big brothers willing to protect me at all cost... How I Became Their Precious Little Ninja.
*Author's Note- Hello! I just wanted to say this is my first story so I'd be glad to get any advice from anyone willing to give it! Also I don't mind sharing any ideas you might have! Don't be afraid to leave any comments! Anyway I hope you enjoy this story. THANK YOU for anyone who reads this!:) Story also on wattpad.
*TMNT does not belong to me all credit goes to their rightful owners! Except Max-Anne belongs to me!:)
Chapter 1- Ouch! This is not a dream!
Max-Anne's P.O.V.
My mind was on a roll today. I had a strange dream...well actually the same dream I've been having ever since I can remember. It always starts out with a beautiful women cradling me as I cry she holds me so close its as though I could be taken away from her in seconds. Her body tense as she took a defensive like stance ready to defend me at all cost even if it meant the cost of her own life. The strangest part is I can never see her face its too blurry to make out. Every time I look up to her all I see is blur but for some reason I can see the rest of her with perfect 20/20 vision. The clothing she wore, the color of her hair,and the way her silky long hair was combed. This particular dream wasn't the happy kind it was more tragic than anything. Even though I am unable to see her face, I can still read her body language and by the looks of it she was sad. I felt tears mix into my own on my face she held me tightly against her arms and she whispered with a low but gentle voice "I will always be with you"and with that the dream would end just like that.
Snap its done and over with. Not all dreams were the same of course. Well at least not when it came to this women, they were always different and some would repeat but that was just sometimes and sometimes the man would appear right beside her. Every time I wake up from those dreams I can't help but feel as though they are more than just mere dreams, that maybe their memories. That's just insane! Right? At least that's what I always seem to tell myself, after all I was raised by my mother and father who are always here when I awake. However, I did lose my mother when I was four, so I guess you can say I was mostly raised by my father. My drawing of her was almost complete I make sure the image looks exactly like the one in my dreams. This is what I always do when I dream of her it's so that I never forget and to look for her to see if she's real. I may have been raised by my father but something in me keeps telling me that your not their biological daughter and everyday it grows stronger. I've asked my father about it multiple times but he brushes it off and says I worry to much not that I do.
The image was complete. Finally I stood up from my bed, and went straight to my dresser, well it was more of a bookshelf than a dresser. It was half and half really I mean it had your typical mirror except instead of having places to put perfume and such it was replaced with shelves to put books and I had lots of books. My sketch book was literally like a book that I can draw and in its outside texture was canvas made so I can draw on the covers which has been littered with sketches and drawings of all kind. Turning the pages to find my new drawing of her, was finally found and I stared between me and the mirror. The reflection before me looked similar to her. Her dark black hair was as black as mine except I had bangs that were push to the side covering just a bit of my right eye. My bangs were dipped in blue dye along with the tips of my hair. The length of her hair was quite different too it was long and placed to the side with bangs that were similar to mine but longer where as the length of my hair only reached to my shoulders. Her shape of face was also very similar to mine own as well. Of course our clothing was not the same but different I wore a jacket like sweater that was a black leather shaped vest but with grey sleeves that were a soft material with dark jeans that were ripped at my knees and black converse to go with. Something inside told me she has my colored eyes sterling grey ones. Staring into the mirror, I tried to picture her with my looks and trying to piece her face together in order to get an idea of how her face looks like but nothing came to mind. A puff of air except my lips causing a frustrated sigh to evade my mouth.
Knock knock knock knock
Four knocks meant that was my big sister, April O'Neil. "Come in" I yelled. The knob twisted open revealing a orange headed girl to peek it's way through before opening wide. It was nice to see a face that I can see instead of seeing someone without one. Her blue orbs make contact with my grey ones and a smile was planted on her face with a touch of freckles splashed on her face to make her smile glow with beauty. Her hair tied into a ponytail like it always has since I can remember and bangs covering her forehead. "Hey you want to go walking?" She asked. "Do even need to ask?" I said with a smile. My hands closed the book shut making a loud boom sounding and placed it on my top shelf where the rest of the sketchbook collection was placed. Grabbing my jacket and shoes on my out in the process. My room was in the attic but it isn't as big as you think it's pretty small. We both stepped down the stairs they weren't long it's actually pretty short way down there not much stairs maybe TEN steps or so. The stairway is connected to the living room so as soon as your foot leaves the last step your already standing in the leaving room simple as that. April was in front as we walked, I followed her from behind quickly descending down the stairs. The need for fresh air and using my legs other than for lying down became urgent. I hadn't realized how long I sat cooped up in my room I was so entranced into my drawing and dreams that I hadn't realized how numb my feet had actually felt. Literally it felt as though we had taken hours to head to the living room but as soon as we did my father was already in sight.
A bald headed man sat crossed leg on the couch, paper in hand as his face was practically buried in the news paper. He was so enticed into the newspaper that he hadn't even glanced at us to see if we we're ready to go. He sat there cross legged, gently stroking his orange beard as though he was a detective trying to piece together a mystery that he couldn't seem to solve. "Hey Dad what's so interesting?" I asked completely amused by how his face made unusual faces. The response I received was a simple hum of his lips making a simple yes I know he didn't even give me or April a glance. Nothing seemed to stop his blue eyes from reading the suddenly interesting newspaper in his hand. April and I had exchanged looks wondering if one or the other knew what was so intriguing about the mere piece of paper of news. Though the response between us two was that the both of us knew nothing as to what the news of the day was. Wow... this must be some news if it has our father,Kirby O'Neil distracted from his two beautiful and precious daughters. "Do you want to get him away from that paper or should I?" I asked. April gave me a look that read "You do it cuz I'm to lazy to." I rolled my eyes at her and went right in front of him the barrier between us was that stupid paper. "Dad." No response. "Dad?" Still no response. A small giggle except April's mouth the way he was into that paper was just humorous especially since I'm right in front of him that if he put that paper down we could have a nice conversation. The need to go out became stronger like a bird begging to be released from its cage I couldn't take it any longer. "DAD!" I yelled this time and ripped the paper right off his hands he gave a sudden jerk surprised at my sudden increase of volume in voice and actions. Blue orbs finally met my grey ones. "Huh?" Was his response after it taking ten minutes to get one word out of him! April laughed at our father's sudden surprised movement the look he gave me was pure shock turned in to a sad puppy face. The way his emotion shifted the way it did was pretty funny that a laugh escape my own lips."I was reading that." he mumbled. "What's so interesting about this anyway? I mean we are still going walking right?" Now it was my turn to give him the puppy look.
"Sorry Max, Sorry April. It's just that you wouldn't believe what's been going around lately they've been saying there's been some weird sightings lately some even say it could be extraterrestrial." He stated that as if that was really something to worry about. "So what we get those suppose sightings every once and awhile and it always turns out to be a 's to worry about?" I asked my face scrunched up into confusion normally he would laugh about it but he seemed so concerned now. April moved right next to me now both of us were right in front of him both in confusion as to why this was suddenly something to fret over. He looked up at us for a second his blue orbs seemed to hold a dangerous secret as if he was trying to hide a secret that he has kept over the years. Just before either of us could ask what was wrong he stated " Your right I'm just being a worried old fart over something so childish. I guess it's because it's been happening so frequently it just made me over think things." The sudden concern disappeared instantly and the secrecy his eyes held were gone replaced by a look of love and care. Suddenly he was on his feet, the sudden movement caused me and April to stumble back a bit catching us totally off guard. With the space me and April provided he moved past us aiming to grab his brown jacket. By the time he had down so, he was already by the door opening the door. He stood next to the open door and gestured the way out like a gentleman opening the door for his girl. "Ladies first." He stated with some sort of weird accent.
April and I had stood in the same spot since my father's sudden change in mood. I was tempted to ask what was really wrong but decided against it, I mean if my dad didn't want to tell us something it had to be a good reason right? April made the first move and headed through the door passing by saying " Why thank you good sir." Trying to sound as British as possible but only to end up sounding as though she was mixing French and British accent into one. A playful glint shown through my eyes I just had to play along I mean come on how could anyone resist? Laughter filled my mouth trying to compose myself long enough to speak. "Oh what a gentleman you are! Such a nice man. April why can't you be more like that?!" Just for a second my accent really did sound British in fact it was almost perfect. The way my words were spoken sounded so natural and familiar...it was at the tip of my tongue, somewhere in my mind it lingered doing its best to resurface that strange memory into place. None of the less I still walked past my father for a one measly second all was quite but then there was an erupt of laughter filling the apartment hallway as my father closed the door behind. Despite my brain trying to bring that memory in place I laughed along with them it was pretty funny. "Wow how long did it take to practice that?" April asked while giving me funny face. Rolling my eyes I responded with one simple word "TV!" She gave me a look and said "Of course!". We finally made it to the exit, of course I went straight to opening that door. As soon as I did, I felt the cool fresh wind against my face. Oh how the air felt so nice! The rest followed behind my father locking the door behind as us.
The moon had made its place in the sky replacing the once bright sun that illuminated the entire city. Now it was just the street lights that spread its light through out the city and of course the moon also had a part in it too. My father and April had engaged in a conversation that I had lost interest in long before we began to walk. Right now I just wanted to feel the wind against my face and watch as the quiet city was for once not making any such noises that made you want to cover your ears well I mean there was the occasional sounds of sirens and dog barks and people but other than that nothing, which is pretty unusual . No bitter people wanting to rip your head off for accidentally bumping into them nor was there any need to since it was pretty much vacant. Eventually my sister and father ended their conversation and we walked in a peaceful but comfortable silence. I walked on my father's left as my sister walked right of him. Just when I think this night could get any better a white van stops in front of us. The doors in the back busted open with men in blacks suits swarming out aiming to take us in.
These black suited men surrounded us in circle like position keeping us in place and preventing us from escaping. " What is this?" Is all my father could say as he place his hands in front of us trying to protect the both of us from being harmed or taken. My eyes shifted to each and every one of them out of these men only one remained different while the others looked exactly the same as if they were all cloned or something. Something in their eyes looked unrealistic and fake. I looked to my sister to see fear had completely taken its place on her face as she gripped my father's arm. A hundred questions swam through my brain trying to find an escape route or at least to find anyone around that could give us a hand but I found no such luck everything seemed so hopeless. The first man aimed to take April first but much to his dismay my father had gotten in the way temporarily preventing him from grabbing him that is until he grabbed my father by the neck of his shirt and flung him straight inside the odd vehicle as if my father was simple doll that you throw any where. The man had thrown him with no such difficulties at all! During the commotion, the other two men grabbed April by both of her arms not even giving her the chance to flee. She pulled and tugged to escape from their harsh grip thrashing all around but to no avail. As they kept April intact, I was making things difficult by dodging their every attempt to grab hold of me. For the first couple of tries they couldn't take hold of me that is until one of them sneaked from behind and wrapped its long arms around me lifting me up and keeping me in place. No matter how much I kicked and thrashed around, his arms held me tight and secure like a seat-belt in a roller-coaster that keeps you from falling out of your seat. Obviously these men were not ordinary considering their strength was not human like.
All seemed hopeless I couldn't break this guy's stupid grip on me and dad was unconscious and April was next in line to be thrown into the vehicle. What did these people want? What did we do? Questions flooded my brain as I continued to struggle under his tight hold. Just then four figures came swooping in out of the sky they were quick and moved at pace that my eyes couldn't seem to get a good look at how they look. If I wasn't so focused on finding a way out and somehow saving my family maybe I would've cared a little more on what or who they were. Though I didn't complain because it seemed as though they were helping? I stopped struggling against him and focused my attention towards the... four green beings? Wait my eyes aren't playing jokes right? They are green? As I said before they were quick and their attacks were precise moving as though they were trained for circumstances like this. As much as I wanted to admit how cool this was I couldn't say they were doing all that great I mean they had the fighting techniques down to perfection but they weren't acting as one team. I mean they were a team right? All of them were green yes but they seemed to wear some sort of mask on what seemed to be their faces each had its own color. Blue, red,purple, and orange. You would think I should be freaking out that four green creatures that looked liked turtles are fighting against men in black suits but honestly I thought they were cool I mean the way they fought was totally Awesome even though they weren't working in sync and looked like a group of awkward kids who couldn't seem to work as a team when doing a project but still AWESOME! I could hear their grunts of frustration as one after the other would bump into each other. Mr. Red seemed to be the one getting bumped into the most though and he did not look so happy about it.
A muffled "HEY!" caught my attention my focus was no longer on them but on April. Despite the four green creatures causing a big disruption in this whole kidnapping fiasco, they were still keen on kidnapping us. There was no longer two of them holding her down it was now one and he placed her over his shoulder with one swift move like she was as light as feather. "APRIL!" My sudden jerk forward caught the man holding me down off guard but none of the less still held his arms tightly around me. Pushing and kicking anything that would come to mind I did just to break his hold. The need to be free became a priority but when I looked at April she was no longer over the man's shoulder she was thrown into the air temporarily in flight as gravity quickly pulled her down into the arms of Mr. Purple. Yes I'm going to call each of them that according to their color because I am unaware of their names. While Mr Purple caught April, there was a strange whipping sound like a chain being spun around. My assumption was right because from a distance Mr. Orange had a chain that he spun round and round until he flung it forward for a second I thought he was going to miss and hit me instead but I judged to quickly the chain didn't even touch me it wrapped around the man's feet and he tugged the bottom trying to make him fall. However it ended in failure because as much as I would've loved for that to work the man stood their like his feet were glued to the ground. He heaved and puffed doing his best to pull but nothing came the man stood there still holding me in place. I gave him a "not gonna work dude" look. A sheepish smile was placed in his face again trying to pull him but he was knocked down by a another man. "So much for that," I mumbled. The man stepped out of the chains and began walking towards the van with me in his hold he no longer held me up but threw me over his shoulder. While my wonderful sister was in paranoia that she had screamed making Mr. Purple scream as well causing him to drop her completely. Banging against him, "APRIL!" I screamed. However my lovely big sister was crawling backwards trying to flee from Mr. Purple even as he assured her that everything was okay.
Pounding and hitting his back didn't to do anything but make him hold on to me tighter and tighter. My head perked up to the sound of a battle cry and when I looked up Mr. Red was coming at us in full speed. Fortunately, the sudden hit didn't sent me flying towards a wall like it did to the man that was just holding me hostage, instead it send me to the ground as he let go of me. How did he send him to wall and causing me to fall to the ground I have no idea! "Hey you okay?" I looked to the person who caused me to fall not that I'm complaining I rather fall flat on my body a hundred times then being held against my will, however it wasn't the same one his mask was blue and two blades stuck out in his back. Mr. Blue held his hand out to me as I nodded to assure him I was all right. So i was right there we're some sort of turtle that was mutated? He was right in front of so it allowed me to see what or who they we're. He helped me up, as soon as I was on my feet he let go of me quickly like I was going to bite him or something. If he was thinking I was going to scream in fear then he was dead wrong. I mean why would I run from someone who is helping to save my family? The man he, Mr. Red, had blew against the wall was making a come back. My eyes grew wide he was right behind Mr. Blue coming towards him at full speed charging at him like a raging bull "LOOK OUT!" I screamed but it was far too late by the time he turned his head, the man send him a kick to the stomach as if to say thanks let me return the favor. The force of the kicked send not only him flying backwards but also me as well I mean I was behind him! My body was knocked backwards and my head slammed against the concrete a rush of pain swam into the back of my head. Feeling the aching sensation wash over me. Mr. Blue however was already on his feet ready to fight yet again. Of course HE was all right I mean I was the cushion of his fall! The way my head began to pound like a hammer being pounded into my head multiple times was not a fun thing especially since I felt like I was going to collapse. I made an effort to sit up right as I held the back of my head feeling a warm liquid stick to my fingers and knew instantly that this wound was far more worse than I thought it was. Two boys were thrown into an opening stairway of an apartment house. Fortunately this time I wasn't being used as their cushion. My vision was blurred however I could still see my sister being taken away into the vehicle.
My heart stopped "April...Dad..." was all I could say as I tried to stand and not collapse to the ground. Tears were threatening to fall not only because of the pain but because my family was being taken away for reasons that were not said. The others were so occupied with the run away van that they hadn't taken notice that all but one managed to escape from them which was me. Mr. Purple alerts the others saying "They're getting away! They got the girl!" He ran straight for the vehicle grabbing his stick in the process as the other two followed him from behind. angered at the fact that Mr. Blue had accidentally jabbed him with his swords and Mr. Blue stating he didn't know he was going to land where he was stabbing and with that they were gone. Mr. Orange finally took notice that all but one had not been taken away which was me. I stood on both of my feet but almost collapsed if he hadn't caught me in time. "Wait guy's there still on more they didn't take!" But it was too late they were gone. "Are you okay?!" He asked with a concern look. "Just great" I mumbled. . My hand was still on the back of my hand as the other was wrapped around his neck trying to keep myself up. "Dude I think your head is busted." he stated obviously he seen the red on the back of my head. I gave him a "no duh" look. The pain increased causing me to wince in pain. "We need to get you to Donnie"he stated. We began walking to the direction they went at least that's where I think they went as we walked I leaned more into him fearing that I'll fall flat on my face again. It didn't help that a sense of agony mixed with grief was present in my chest my family taken from me for some reason that pain of lost felt so familiar as if this wasn't the first time my family was taken from me. "Will they find them?" my voice trembled as I spoke making me sound as though i was going to cry. Baby blue orbs filled with a child like innocence mixed in with a hopeful glint locked into my grey eyes filled with pain and agony at my head injury. " Of course they will, my brothers are the best ninjas around they'll find them!" he said it with so much enthusiasm that I couldn't help but believe him. Wait did he just say ninjas and the others were his brothers?
As we walked I tried to wrap my head around the things I observed and what he just told, but my train of thought was int erupted because one man had managed to be left behind. The man stood there staring straight at me not even glancing at Mr. Orange. Mr. Orange quickly walked us to the stairway where him and had crashed into the previous times and placed me in the stairs allowing me to sit for a bit since I was unable to stand on my own. "Stay here okay?" I gave him a simple nod. From a safe distance, I watched as he walked right in front of the man screaming "You think your tough?! Huh?! You think your tough enough to stand up to my hot nun-chunk fury?!" Okay that made me want to laugh if I wasn't in so much pain. The way his eyes went from hopeful and loving to a serious and tough transition made giggle. he didn't seem like the type of person that could be serious. He flung his knunchcks in multiple directions but not even touching the man at first but eventually hitting him multiple times with no effect what so ever. The man grabbed his nun-chuck in mid-air pulling it straight out his hands. "Huh I see well then" Was all he said before letting out a scream and running towards me throwing me over his shoulder. What is it about today that everyone want me over there shoulder?! "What are you doing?! Go finish him off Mr. Macho!" I yelled banging him against his shell. He continued to scream and running with me on his shoulder. "Did you see what he did?!" He yelled. As I looked up the man ran straight behind us even as Mr. Orange took a turn that I for sure knew was a dead end. "We're trapped aren't we?" I asked " We're not trapped were, just stuck in a place?" Doing his best not to admit that we were. He placed me down on my feet as he wrapped my arm around his shoulder allowing me to lean on him for support as his hand wrapped around my waist keeping me up. We both stared a head watching as the man closed in on us but still his eyes were fixed on me but before he could even touch me. Mr. Orange took his knunchuck that apparently had a convenient blade at the end of the handle and scratched his face with his free hand that held the weapon screaming stay back in the process. The sudden attack almost made him lose his grip on me causing me to almost fall off him completely. As he regained his posture, we both stared at the man o the ground. You would think that you would at least see blood and screams that his face was practically cut off but instead he was silent and moved around as though he was drunk. Until finally he collapsed, making strange notices replaced what was suppose to be a scream instead sounding like a machine malfunctioning. "What the?" Is all we both could say. We both walked toward the man and with one foot he filled the body over on to reveal a disturbing truth his face was ripped off only to reveal beneath was a blue robotic face. Mr. Orange pulled US back stating "That is all kinds of wrong!" When I looked at his stomach which was left wide open I wish I hadn't because a pink fleshy brain like creature stood inside either knocked out completely or asleep. Not long after looking at this disturbing creature, it open it's glowing green/yellowish eyes giving me a heart attack at the way it screeched and how it revealed it's pointed shark like teeth . The creatures screeching made me want to RIP my ears off and for a second I thought it was going to pounce but aimed its attack straight at instead wrapping it's apparently long squishy tentacles around his head causing him to drop me to the ground. He ran around in a hysterical state wanting nothing more to get that thing out of his face. I stood on both legs despite the burning pain in my head mixed with the need to faint and stop pushing myself to the limit. He banged his entire body against a wall unintentionally causing me to feel another slap of pain at the sight of it . He stretched it out trying to pry it away from his face. His screaming was giving a me major whiplash. "GET IT OFF GET IT OFF! was all he kept asking. I chased him around trying to grab hold of the stupid thing but he kept moving too much it didn't help that I had a head injury. "STOP MOVING!" ! screamed which was a total bad idea my head let out pound as if saying don't yell like that! He finally stopped due to falling to the ground and began pulling at one end with his feet and hands as I pulled the other end until finally the thing became unattached to his face. The creature was now in my hands and I did not waste a another second to throw him against a wall. There was no way that THING was going to attach itself to my face! Sliding down the wall like gloo it reached the ground and scurried away screeching as it did. He took long breathes as he watched the thing leave. "Are you okay?" I asked. Nausea began to make it's way through along with exhaustion and the need to just stop and allow myself to go unconscious began to increase at that very moment. He hadn't responded due to hearing his brothers finally return after the whole commotion. Running straight towards them trying to explain th whole chain of events that occur ed. Forgetting that I even had a head injury. I tried to follow behind and at least walk towards them but my head injury was beginning to worsen I didn't know how much longer I could last so I ended up staying in the same spot. This whole fiasco was causing a major head spin to my head running around like that caused me more damage and pain. How much blood did lose? Worry about that later for now take it slow and hope that it crosses Mr. Orange's head that I'm injured. From a distance I could hear the paranoia in his voice loud and clear, but as they talked to Mr. Orange, it was pretty clear that they didn't believe a single word he stated by the way they all spoke with a tone like they we're used to him saying such things. However, senses were no longer becoming any use to me so I couldn't really hear what they were saying it sounded muffled considering I'm about to pass out. Snapping myself out of it I forced myself to keep my senses working. "Wait a minute the girl will tell you! She was there! She even help to get it off!" he said "What girl? Mikey she was taken in that Van!" a voice said "Your even imagining girls coming to your rescue seriously? What is wrong with you?!" another voice " No the other girl she wasn't taken they left her behind." He said. As soon as I was in his plain of sight he ran towards me seeing as I'm struggling with keeping myself up. "Oh man I almost forgot!" He grabbed hold of me giving me the support I need again. "See I told you they left her behind!" he said. All three pairs of eyes were trained on me as if expecting me to scream in some way. "Tell them you saw it too!" he said. "Mikey leave her alone she's obviously hurt. She looks pale." Mr. Purple stated quickly coming to my other side and helping me up. "Are you okay?" Mr. Blue asked. "I don't think so. My head really hurts" I stated. Mr. Purple checked the front of my head then went back by the sound of his gasp it meant the wound didn't look so great. His fingers pressed against my head as I felt a sharp pain at where he touch causing a whimper to leave my lips. Quickly he removed his hand from the back of my head mumbling a sorry in return. "She's been badly wounded. She needs medical attention." he stated. "Where do we take her?"Mr. Red asked. "We can't take her to the hospital they might attempt to take her again." Mr. Blue stated. "Then let's take her to the lair!" Mr. Orange said with so much positive energy like that was the greatest idea ever! Mr. Red came next to him and slapped him upside the head the sound of it made my head hurt more. "We can't do that! Sensei would kill us! Not only that and remember it's a SECRET LAIR!" He said with an angry tone. "Well where else then?" he said while rubbing the back of his head. All was quiet, trying to debate on what to do with me at this point I didn't care where they take me.
"Do you think you can tell them I'm not crazy?" he asked with his baby blue eyes growing bigger with a pleading to proved right. A smile was placed on my face at the way his eyes went big like a puppy begging for a treat. "Mikey, were suppose to decide where to take her. Not to try and prove your crazy theories!" Mr. Purple scowled him like child who said something bad. " I did figure out where we can take her... THE LAIR.. she'll be safest there!" he stated it like it was a fact. He let out a frustrated sigh and rolled his eyes at him. " Now will please tell them what you saw?" he asked. Nodding my head I was about to speak but felt myself give out my brain demanded to knock out unconscious then that's what I had to do. " I don't feel so good." Was all I could before an erupt "Ouch!" left my lips and then I went limp causing both Mr. Orange and Mr. Purple to hold me tighter trying to stop face from being welcomed by the ground. Frantic voices began scattering all over my brain unable to process them into words. Eyesight was blurred so the last thing could see was the others trying to keep awake but it was too late my eyes closed shut and the last thought I had was THIS IS NOT A DREAM. I kept that thought in replay as darkness and silence consumed me whole into total nothingness.