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Okay, Let's Get This Straight

Chapter 2

The cause of the crash soon became readily apparent. A small tree lay uprooted as 6 individuals stepped forward.

One of the figures was huge, more than likely the source of the uprooted tree. He looked like a mountain of a man, he was tall and broad, and his arms alone looked like they could choke out an elephant. His hair was a platinum color, long and hanging loose in his face; the man did not appear to be someone to be trifled with.

"Tanaka," Leonardo said in a low voice as he stared down the large man.

To Tanaka's left was a man, nearly 6 ft tall, lean and toned. Over his right shoulder he wore a large, metal shoulder pad laden with 4 razor sharp blades, on either wrist were metal gauntlets with similar blades only much smaller. On his right hand a hand claw was mounted. His black hair was pulled tight behind his head, and over his face he wore a steel mask that covered from his nose to his chin. He wore no shirt and his body was covered in multiple large scars. Around his waist he wore a crimson sash marked with the symbol of the Foot, and across his back a sword unlike any other.

"Figured, every time there's a crash the Shredder is always there, he's like an insurance agent…" Michelangelo said.

The other four figures were dressed in black, red scarves covering their faces, each armed with a different weapon, one wielded a wakizashi (shorter than a katana), one a naginata, one with kurisawa (flying) kamas, and the final with butterfly swords.

"Foot Elite," Donatello said readying himself, "Always a good time."

"I take it these are friends of yours?" Venus prepped herself.

"We go way back," a stern look came over Leonardo's face."

"I can tell."

In a clash the forces the two opposing forces met.

Leonardo ran towards the Shredder only to be clothes-lined by one of Tanaka's massive arms. "Shredder," he said as he lifted himself from the ground, "Hiding behind your goons again? Are you afraid to face me?"

The Shredder stood back, crossed his arms, and laughed, "You have much to learn reptile before you could even dream of crossing swords with me."

Without breaking a sweat Tanaka lifted Leonardo by the neck and threw him into a nearby tree, splintering the trunk, leaving the turtle barely coherent, as he staggered to his feet, still not fully regaining his balance.

A kama flew in Michelangelo's direction, but was knocked clear from the air by Michelangelo's newly acquired tonfa. The Elitist instead leapt towards the turtle, a kick knocking Michelangelo to the ground.

Raphael stood facing the Elitists with the butterfly swords, planting the ends of his sai into the Elitist stomach, hard and catching the enemy off-guard. The Elitist recovered quickly, doing a rear flip, his foot landing a hit on Raphael's chin. Casey quickly ran to Raph's side, smashing a baseball into the Elitist face, knocking him to the ground, but cracking the bat in the process.

"Ass! That was my favorite bat." Casey kicked the down enemy across his face, just for good measure.

Donatello was face to face with the naginata wielding Elitist. In an odd attempt he threw his bo-staff in the Elitist direction, "Here, trade weapons." And in a moment of sheer stupidity the Elitist fell for the bait, tossing his weapon to Donatello simultaneously before realizing his mistake.

"Wow! It worked," Donatello caught the weapon, rotated it in his hands so the non-bladed end faced up, and swung it into the Elitist skull, splintering the end, and knocking the Elitist temporarily off guard.

It only took a second for the Foot to regain his senses.

"Switch back?" Donatello threw the broken weapon to its original owner, this time no bait taken. So with a quick sweep kick Donatello caused the stumbling enemy to hit the ground...hard.

The fourth Elitist turned to face Venus, and then paused. A voice called Venus, no one noticed in all the commotion, it whispered, "Allow him to wound you, it will not be fatal but will guarantee you a trip to their lair."

"Who?" Venus began.

"It's Karai; these are orders from your Master. Now fight before you're noticed, but remember let him wound you."

The wakizashi wielding Elitist slashed towards Venus. The initial blow blocked. A few more thrusts and parries before the Elitist seemingly gained a lucky blow, his blade hitting her shoulder, drawing blood from a deep, jagged wound, and then bashing her in the skull, knocking her unconscious.

The entire time the Shredder merely stood watching the goings-on with his arms crossed, "enough, Foot to me."

The 4 Elitists and Tanaka rejoined the Shredder by his side.

And as quickly as they had arrived, the Shredder, Tanaka, and the Elitists vanished in a cloud of smoke. Tanaka's voice being the last sound they heard, "Ninja vanish."

"That was odd," Leonardo began, "they just vanished. What was that about?"

"Guys!" Michelangelo called out, "Venus is down, I mean like for the count."

Emergency sirens could be heard in the near distance; apparently someone had notified the authorities of a brawl or something taking place near the park.

"Damn, looks like we have no choice. Grab her and go," Leonardo ordered, not too enthused about the idea.

(A short distance away)

"Master, the plan went flawlessly, they are taking her with them," Karai said kneeling before the man called Shredder.

"As I said it would. They're biggest weakness is their bleeding hearts. They will take her and treat her as their own."

"Yes Master, as you predicted, though I still don't believe that she is ready."

(Deep beneath the streets, in the Turtle's lair.))

Michelangelo and Raphael both shouldered the weight of Venus, lowering her to Donatello and Leonardo at the base of the ladder. She was then quickly carried to a nearby sofa.

Casey followed behind the Turtles, pulling a door to behind them.

A large rat, nearly 5 feet in height, made his way to the injured female. He was dressed in tattered robes, and carried a walking stick, his once brown fur, now mostly grey, and missing a fraction from his right ear.

"Master Splinter, she is unconscious and the wound is deep." Leonardo approached the rat, Splinter's, side.

"Yes my son, but the wound is superficial, and very little blood will be lost…it seems almost deliberate…regardless bring hot water to clean it, and bandages to cover it," Splinter said in his wizened and collective voice. "Also Tylenol I think, when she wakes she'll have a horrible head-ache." The rat chuckled at his slight joke.

Within moments the wound was cleaned and dressed. The wound was far less severe than it originally appeared, though she still remained unconscious.

The four brothers and human dispersed as they left the rat to tend over the young female.

When Venus first came to, the first face she saw was that of a grey rat. She gasped at the sight. "Who...what are you!?" Venus asked confused at the appearance of the creature in front of her.

"I am called Hamato Splinter, a mutant like yourself." The rat responded.

He was the only one there, the other turtles and the human Casey were nowhere to be found, and as she looked to the rat she felt uneasy.

"So child, my sons tell me you are called Venus."

"Sons?"

"Yes, Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo, they are my sons," the rat answered.

"I see no family resemblance," Venus replied, "I though the mutagen didn't work on mammals…"

"I raised the four of them not only as warriors, but as family as well. And unless you understand the mutagenic change more so than me you'll know its effect isn't limited in that manner."

"I am sorry. I was just unaware," Venus regained her composure.

"Very well child, for now you should just relax you will feel a little sore at first. I'll fetch tea for the two of us."

"Thank you," Venus settled onto the couch.

As the rat left Venus examined her surroundings. She was in a small room of sorts, a sofa, table and television set its main furnishings. To her right there seemed to be an exit to another room with several bunks and a computer, Michelangelo was on a bunk reading a book.

To her left another exit, a training rooms it appeared, a dojo, there were padded floors, a weapons rack, a small weight set and punching bags. Inside Raphael punched a heavy bag as Casey held it in place.

There were three other doors, one the area where the rat had gone for tea, probably a kitchen. Of the other two doors she figured one was a bathroom, the other must be the rat's room. She studied her surroundings…still uneasy.

(The bedroom)

"Mikey, check it out. A Lyn Mei did really die a year ago," Donatello said as he scanned obituaries over the last year.

"I knew Leo was just being paranoid," Michelangelo put down his book and joined his brother, "what I find odd is that you have an obituary website under your 'Favorites' tab."

"Purely for research reasons I assure you."

"Mmhm. Ooh, look Donnie, 'You've got mail.'" Donatello double-clicked on the small envelope icon in the screen's corner, "interesting…" Donatello read the e-mail to himself before saving the message in a folder labeled, 'Save'.

(Training dojo)

Casey held a heavy bag in place as Raphael steadily punched the large bag.

"Ya know what Raph, you surprised me out there," Casey said as he struggled to maintain the bag in place.

"What d' ya mean?" Raph asked as he sopped punching the bag.

"I mean, you usually ain't one to trust random people that easy," Casey rolled his shoulders as he released the bag.

"Well usually that random person ain't a young female mutant, I dunno maybe my level-headedness was temporarily shut down by my want to believe that we ain't the only ones out there," Raphael said back.

"Level-headedness? Raph you're about as level headed as me, just admit it you think she's hot, and you started thinking with the wrong head," Casey laughed as a heavy bag swung in his direction, propelled by Raphael driving his fist into it.

"She is kinda cute…I guess," Raphael smirked as he wiped sweat from his forehead.

"You know what, I never claimed to be the smartest guy in the world, but I didn't think turtles sweated." Casey Jones tossed a towel to Raphael.

"And I didn't think they let people like you raise kids, but they let you keep Shadow," Raphael threw the sweat-soaked towel into Casey's face.

"Jack ass," Casey threw the towel back at the Turtle.

Raphael dodged the flying towel.

"Anyways, shouldn't you be headin home…April's gonna be pissed if you come in too late," Raphael said to the human.

"Probably right, I'll get outta here, talk to you later man," Casey turned to head out of the room.

"Later Case,"

With those final words Casey exited the dojo by climbing a ladder on the nearby wall, choosing to exit the "back door" of the Lair as opposed to passing back through the den and risking scaring the female turtle on the sofa.

(Kitchen)

An old rat and his student sit together talking.

"Master something about her disturbs me."

Splinter placed tea on to boil, "True she is not what she seems, she hides something."

"I agree, but I could not in good conscience leave her injured and in the park. She is one of us...I mean a mutant like us."

"Perhaps she is not what we suspect. In the end she may prove herself true. Only time will tell my son."

"True, but at what cost?"

From the stove the whistle on the tea pot sounded signaling the tea was ready. Splinter stood from the table taking to cups and the pot on a tray. "Do not distress my son," Splinter began to leave the room, "things often have a way of working out in the end."

Leonardo remained deep in thought.

(The bathroom)

A small orange kitten paws at the door, "Meow."

(The sofa)

Venus remained seated as Splinter walked back into the room. Offering a full cup of tea to Venus, he poured himself one as well.

"Are you a Ninja Master?" Venus sipped her tea.

"I have been called that by some."

"Your students are trained well as I have witnessed."

"They have skill's, though there is much left for them to learn." Splinter smiled.

"But they are still greatly skilled."

"True, but do not let them hear you say that. They tend to get cocky at times," the old rat chuckled to himself, "how is your tea, child?"

"Quite good, thank you," Venus replied.

"You are welcome to remain for the night; I'll have Leonardo bring you a blanket and pillow.

(Later that night)

As Venus slept, curled on the sofa an orange kitten, Klunk as it was named, lay on her lap. A small constant buzzing noise, like that of an irritating watch alarm, awoke her from sleep. Finding an electronic device in one of the pouches on her belt, she picked it up.

A small button flashed red. Pressing the button, Karai's voice came over a small speaker.

"You've done well. You have infiltrated the Turtle's home. It is not yet time to strike though. From here on out you will fight on their side, live as they live, their enemies will be your enemies. Fight as such. Any special orders from your Master shall be relayed through me. Now return to your sleep for tomorrow your new life begins.

"Very well Karai, I understand," Venus put the device inside the pouch it came from.

Nearby a small figure stood, resting on his walking stick, he shook his head, a slight sigh from his escaping his lips, he disappeared from where he had come.

End