AN: Hey guys! New chapter is up. It's a little shorter than the last one, but I really wanted to post this. I'm not very good at fight scenes, I hope to get better as the story goes on. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy it none the less!J
On a different note: What do you think about the new TMNT series coming out soon? I must say I have very mixed feelings about it. I mean, I'm happy that TMNT isn't falling into the dark abyss of forgotten awsomeness, but at the same time I'm worried that their going to butcher it! . They're changing a lot of stuff and it's making me really uneasy…. The first thing is the animation: I'm not a big fan of CGI. I think if they wanted to use CGI they should've used a similar style to the 2007 movie. It was CG, but it was good CG and it reflected the atmosphere of the movie very well. #2 is: The weapon switches. Don and Mikey are getting new weapons, which I think is totally unnecessary. Not all four of them need bladed weapons. But I guess it's not that bad considering they got new weapons in season 5 of the '03 series. #3 is: April is 16.… Okay, I can understand why they would want a female character the same age as them in the series, I mean, They could've brought back Venus from the '97 TV series but that would've been really weird. I just really hope that the change in her age won't effect her personality. But, there is something I'm completely happy with about this series: The voice actor choices are awesome! Greg Cipes for Mikey? Hecks yes! They even have a voice from the 80s cartoon voicing Don, and Leo is that guy from American Pie so no matter what he says, My mind will probably go to "This one time, at band camp…" XD Well, I'll stop ranting now and let you read.
One more thing; DOES THE GAB IN DONS TEETH BUG THE CRAP OUTTA ANYONE ELSE?
"Your stance and balance are getting sloppy," My father, Emperor Kovu of the Pironite empire told me as he landed one last blow. Sending me flying backwards and landing flat on my back. I slammed my fist on the hard stone floor of our palaces training room.
"Curses!" I spat out, "This is hopeless! I'll never be able to beat you. I don't know why I even try anymore." I was so furious at myself for being caught off guard so easily, but father just gave me a warm smile and calmly said, "I think that is enough training for the day," He held out his hand to help me up. I ignored it, still angry and embarrassed at my easy defeat , I stood up by myself and dusted my cloths off. I heard him chuckle lightly, which didn't help.
"Quit laughing! Its not funny!" I felt my cheeks redden in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… But I just can't help but think how adorable you are when you pout."
"Grrr…" Why does he insist on saying such embarrassing things? Is it really necessary? He smiled that smile again, "Come. Let us go to the balcony."
That's right. You change the subject before I really get mad. With only a slight scowl on my face, I followed him out of the training hall and up the stares to our usual spot on the high towers balcony. The red sun that filled our skies with burning light was starting to set over our kingdoms horizon. We watched the scenery for a few short moments until Father broke the silence.
"Something has been troubling you." It wasn't spoken as a question. Which means that he already knows the answer. I sighed.
"Brother hates me…" I stated.
He paused for a moment, contemplating how to answer.
"You're bother….. Is going through a very difficult time right now. He has many demons in which he has not faced yet. Weather he overcomes them or not, will rely on his inner strength and nothing more. He does not know how to deal with your mothers situation. So he is taking his frustration out on you."
"I wouldn't blame him if he did hate me…. Its my fault she's sick."
"Now, who ever said that it was your fault?"
I stared at my feet. "Everyone."
My father didn't say anything for a moment, he simply turned his gaze to the sunset once again. "Fiurri," his voice was so soft. "Let me tell you something father told me when I was about your age."
I looked up at him. He was so much taller than I, a good 3 feet at the very least. His broad shoulders made him even more intimidating, but he was never scary in my eyes. I had been witness to too many of his acts of kindness to ever be scared of him.
"In our lives," he began, "We face many obstacles. Some will be larger than others, and some may even test your very soul and heart. But, this is something I want you to always remember…" He kneeled down in front of me so we where at eye level, "What doesn't end you, will only give you strength. Do you understand, my beloved daughter?"
I though for a moment. "I…. I think so, Father."
He smiled, "Good. Now I need you to do something for me…."
"Yes father, What is it?"
"I need you to wake up now…"
"Wake up? What do you mean? I'm already awake."
"Wake up…. "
"But father, I-"
Wake up…..Wake up….
"Wake up, off worlder scum!"
My eyes shot open as a jolt went threw my body. I looked around and saw that I was in an transportation ship of some kind. I saw Triceraton guards all around me, but my new shell backed friends were nowhere to me seen. The guard that woke me up glared at me with that ugly mug of his. "Nice of you to join us. Sorry I had to wake you up, but thought you might want to be conscious for your own demise." He gave a snort and said, "Welcome to the games."
With that, the door to the ship we were in opened and I was herded off the ship and to another larger door. Before the door that lead to the new unknown opened she turned to the guard and asked, "Where are the other four that were with me?"
"You'll see them again soon enough," The entrance began to slide open, "IF you can survive past the first round!"
I was then shoved forward with the way I can shutting behind me quickly. As I looked around I had to wonder what form of Hell had I just been sent to. I saw many different warriors, some were of races I've heard of and others where a mystery to me. They were all fighting one another, with crazed looks in their eyes like animals. Their were no teams, from what I could tell it was a free for all, everyone against everyone. And what made it really sick? We were surrounded by an audience of millions, all cheering this on, as if they really wanted to see blood shed. I honestly would not be surprised if that was the case. This is what the Triceratons call 'games'? This was no game, this was just barbaric. Warriors should not be made to fight each other, not like this. Not just for sick entertainment purposes.
"Would you look at this folks! Looks like we have a player coming in late in todays games!" A very loud and rather annoying voice said over the speakers. "Tell me Razz, what info do we have on this newcomer?"
"Well Zed, according to the info I've just been given, The dark hair newcomer is… a Pironian! And it says here that she's the princess of the empire!"
"Amazing! We've never had a Pironian before, let alone a princess! This should be exciting! From what I here, Pironians are a tough warrior race!"
"That's right Zed, its said that one Pironian has the strength of 15 Triceratons!"
As soon as stupid and ignorant were done talking I was already being charged at by the other gladiators. I still had these stupid cuffs on that were weighing me down, making me move way slower than how I usually move. They only thing I could do at first was dodge and counter with my feet. I got a few lucky shots in, but wasn't nearly enough. So this what it feels like to be completely drained of all your energy. This hopeless. Why am I even trying?
In our lives, we face many obstacles.
Is this what you meant father? I understand now. This is just another one of those obstacles you told me about years ago. My live is far from over, I just need to make it threw this. What does end me, will only make me stronger.
"It looks like the princess is having some problems down there, eh Zed?"
"It might have something to do with those energy restriction cuff she has on, Razz. I don't think we'll be able to see what she's really made of as long as she has them on."
The crowd started boo-ing at that last statement.
"Looks like the audience wan to see more action!"
"Hold on Razz, They might get too! I just received word from the games comity and they said they'll take off the first layer of the cuffs, which if I'm not mistaken, will give princess movement of her arms and only keep her at half strength."
"Wow! This should really stir things up! Zed, do you think we'll get to see some of that legendary Pironian fire power?"
"I don't know Razz, lets watch and find out!"
I felt a large amount of weight drop from around my wrist to the ground. After what felt like fever I could finally see and move my hands again, and I could stretch my arms out once again too. There were still silver looking bands on my wrist, but looked more like wrist guards than actual cuffs. I could already feel my strength coming back to me, it felt wonderful. One of my opponents charged from behind me, aiming to take my head with that giant ax of his. I dodged his swing by jumping into the air and doing a back flip, landing behind him. I back spin kicked him as hard as a could, sending him and 2 others in my line of fire flying toward the arena wall that was a good 10 yards away, leaving a crater in said wall. They didn't get back up. 'Three down five to go…. '
Three more ran at me from three different directions. The one that got to me first had a staff weapon, taking it from his hands and knocking him out with it was easy enough. Now I had a weapon. A weapon I'm not very skilled with, but a weapon none the less. The next two were easily taken out with a quick double leg kick to their heads. The last one came at me at the same time also. He had a sword, he was fast too. I evaded the first two swings, but I wasn't completely fast enough for the third one. It grazed my cheek, leaving a nasty bleeding cut. I tried to block the next blow with my staff only have it sliced in half. Well, so much for that weapon. I tossed the now useless pieces of wood aside and struck him with my bear fist with all my strength, causing him to stumble back wards, leaving an opening for me to take his sword, elbow him in the stomach, and finally making him lose consciousness by back fisting him in the face. The fight was over. The crowd cheered for me, but I could only feel sick to my stomach at the sound of their roaring voices.
Much to my annoyance, the announcers started talking again. "That was amazing! Not only did she defeat all of the gladiators single handedly, it looks like she didn't even break a sweat!"
"I have a feeling we'll be seeing her again real soon, Razz."
"You can say that again, Zed!"
The ground under my feet shook, I lost my balance and feel through the trap door that opened without warning. As I fell, I braced myself for a painful landing on a hard floor, but it never came. I landed something soft and cushioned.
"Fiurri!"
I heard a femiliar voice call my name. I opened my eyes and sat up, I was in a new room, one with practice dummies and weapon racks. The others here with me must be other gladiators. I turned my gaze and saw my for turtle friends at the edge of the hay pit I was in. Raphael held out his hand to help me out, "You okay?"
I brushed the stray pieces of hay off of my cloths, "Yes, I'm alright."
"You where amazing!" Michelangelo screamed, making me jump. "You kicked major shell out there!"
"I agree." Donatello smiled.
"If that's how you fight at only half strength," Leonardo chimed in, "I'd love to see you fight at 100%."
"I uhh…Thank you." I haven't been complemented like this in a long time… It made me really happy. "Where are we?" I asked them.
"We're in the holding place where they keep us gladiators," Don explained.
"Outta one prison, and into another." Raph crossed his arms.
"Come eat, Gladiator slime!" A rather short and very fat Triceraton shouted from across the room.
"The warden?"
"Yeah….. You'll never guess what him name is. Gruel! Heh Heh!" Mikey laughed.
I took a good look at him as we walked to the meal line, he snorted as he scooped the yellow slop and picked at his teeth with the false horn from his head.
"It suits him…"
When it came to our turn, he tapped Dons tray with his ladle, "Aww… Lookie there, there's no more food…. Move along!"
I wish I could've knocked his lights out, right then and there, but instead we calmly walked away and sat at one of the many tables. Mikeys stomach growled, "Aww man… I'm so hungry even that yellow slop looked good!"
The Triceraton gladiator sitting next to Leo tool half of his own portion and put it on Leos tray, "Eat. You will need you strength." The others followed his example, giving each of us a share of their slop as Mikey called it.
"You don't have to tell me twice!" Mikey was already shoveling as much as food as possible into his mouth, not even bothering to use a spoon. I murmured a quick thank you and started shoveling too. (but I used a spoon). This stuff didn't taste all that bad actually, but then again, I might only think that because I can't remember the last time I got to eat anything. I found myself internally agreeing with Michelangelo; seconds WOULD be nice.
Sooo…..Tell me what you thought in a review! I would appreciate it!
Don't worry the story line will pick up soon in later chapters. J