A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this took so long! dodges hail of rotten fruit Eep! The next updates won't take so long, I promise!
Shout outs!
Lunar-ninja – Hey thanks! It gets twistyer too! (hee hee, I'm making up words.)
theGiant – Sarcasm is a wonderful, wonderful thing. And I'm not sarcastic in the least about that. But I do have an apology; it does get darker near the end. Not saying how though, that would spoil the surprise!
hazlov2004 – Merci Beaucoup for the complimentary-ness!
Pacphys – Yo! And yes, another turtle. Not two. Or is there?… No, there isn't… Or am I lying?
A Salmonella Halo – Your anticipation is duly anticipated. And appreciated. And other things ending in 'ated'
Pi90katana – You know, I have you to thank most of all. After I read your review, I took a good long look at my notes and realized it got a bit Mary-Sue-ish. Now it's been re-worked and is better than ever! And about new characters taking away from the turtle boys, I know what you mean, but almost all my ideas start with a new character and I'm subject to the whims of fate. If the sequel I'm planning goes ahead, it will focus much more on the boys, so fingers crossed, kay?
Ooh, things I forgot to say last time:
1) Don't own the turtles and probably never will. I can dream though.
2) Someone's name with stars around it means that it's from their point of view.
3) Italics are thoughts.
4) Enjoy and review.
Amy
Slowly I return to the land of the waking. When the hell did my bed get so damn uncomfortable? It's like there's a tire or something right under me, even wiggling won't shift it.
I'm gonna have to get up to find out what I'm lying on. I sigh and open my eyes only to see bricks. Bricks? My ceiling's made of plaster. Then that means… uh-oh.
The events preceding my (multiple) blackouts slowly creep back into my mind. Did all that really happen or have I just gone crazy?
Well, crazy or not, I have to get outta here.
I sit up, I don't seem to be hurt, but before I can do anything else though, the door opens and in comes the giant turtle.
DonatelloThe first thing I see is our mystery guest sitting up. "Oh good, you're awake." Without warning, she screams. "Hey, hey it's all right." I tell her comfortingly, but all she does is whimper and pull the covers around her.
She's obviously been through a lot and will require delicate handling. Itis at that moment that Leo comes bursting through the door, probably in response to her scream. "What's going on?" he shouts, clearly thinking we are being attacked.
Seeing him, she pulls the blanket over her head, whispering, "Please don't hurt me."
Delicate handling. Storming into the room definitely doesn't qualify as delicate. Out loud I say to him,"Everything's fine. Don't worry Leo, I can handle this."
Leo just nods and leaves again, closing the door behind him. When he is gone, I slowly make my way over to the bed. I hear her repeat her whispered plea and I stop moving altogether. I can hardly believe how terrified she is. Terrified of me.
Amy
"No one here is going to hurt you." I hear him say.
I peek over the top of the blanket. "How do I know you're not lying?"
I almost expect him to shout at me or something, but all he does is sigh and walk out. What the hell is going on? I know that he saved me, but why? And the question that begs to be answered is what will he want in return? I shudder.
The door opens again and yet another of these turtles comes in. Just how many of them are there?
He offers me a glass of what looks like water and an apple telling me, "Here. You gotta keep your strength up babe."
I don't even make a move to take them. "How do I know they're not drugged or something?" I ask suspiciously. I'm not usually so paranoid, but then, I don't usually spend time in the company of giant humanoid turtles often either.
He thinks for a moment in response to my question, then takes a huge bite out of the apple and washes it down with a gulp of the water. "You see?" he says, grinning. "There's nothing wrong with…" He stops and clutches a hand to his head dramatically. "Oh the pain! I forgot to take the antidote!"
I can't help it and smile despite myself at his antics.
He grins at me in return. "That's better. Hey what's your name?"
I almost don't tell him, but there's something about him, I don't know. I just feel like I can trust him. "It's Amy."
"And I would happen to be Michelangelo. The most handsome, talented and witty turtle alive. But you can just call me Mikey for short if you want." He hands me the apple and glass again, and I accept them this time.
And the most egotistical I see. He seems nice enough though. And he's obviously not a crazy visionary – always a plus.
The apple gone, I am beginning to drink the water when I realize that not only has 'Mikey' not said anything – which from what I'd already seen of his personality is strange – but he's staring at me intently.
Noticing that he'd been caught, he doesn't look away or get embarrassed as I expected, but just grins cheekily and continues studying me.
Hasn't he ever seen a girl before or something?
I mentally shrug off that question as a more… pressing one presents itself.
"Uh Mikey, could you point me in the direction of the bathroom?"
He practically leaps from his seat. "I shall escort you there myself."
He offers an arm which I take, noticing just how much muscle is attached to it. He must really work out! As he leads me through the 'lair' as he calls it, Mikey points out where everything is. The lounge, kitchen, dojo- Wait a minute. Dojo? Isn't that Japanese?
"And finally on our tour, we come to the bathroom. There's a gift shop on your right when you come out."
Making a mental note to ask him about the dojo thing later, I head into the bathroom to do what my bladder was screaming at me to do. Standing up, I saw a green face in the mirror opposite.
Don
"Holy hell! What is she screeching about now!"
I sigh; ignoring Raph and the glares he was getting from the others and cautiously push open the door. "You okay?"
She doesn't even look up at me. She's just curled up in the corner, repeating, "That's not me," over and over like some kind of mantra.
I press the heels of my hands against my eyes. I wish I knew what was wrong, then maybe I could help her. Wait a minute. She's quiet. But... oh no, she's hyperventilating. I've got to get her to calm down before she passes out.
I kneel down next to her. "Hey, you've got to calm down. Take long steady breaths. Can you do that?"
No response. And then comes the inevitable. Her eyes roll back in her head and she slumps to the floor, completely unconscious.
Amy
Wow, trippy dream.
"How are you feeling child?"
I turn at the voice and see a giant rat sitting nearby. Damn. Not a dream. I guess I really have gone off the deep end after all. "Uh, fine I guess." Man, my voice sounds really shaky. It's like a crack addict between fixes or something.
The old rat speaks again. "Tell me, how did you come to be in the sewers?" He's got a really cool accent. It sounds kinda Japanese.
"Well, I was just taking this kid I know his new pet turtle – his birthday present – and I fell down a manhole, got covered in some weird glowing goo and then got attacked by this man-spider-thing."
He looks at me – from what I can tell from his expressions, he's puzzled. "So you were once human?" he asks me.
"Once? What do you mean onc…" I swallow hard; my mouth's suddenly dry as a bone. That green face in the mirror. "You mean that- that thing I saw was really me?"
I glance down at my hands. Oh, god. They're green. How could I be so stupid not to notice before? I feel tears start flowing down my face.
Looking up again, I see the giant rat looking at me, concern in his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "I don't need your pity. Just leave me alone."
He merely says, "As you wish," and goes, shutting the door behind him.
I know that was really harsh, but right now, I don't care. I have to spend the rest of my life as a freak of nature.
Giving in to the racking sobs I collapse back down onto the bed. My whole life, it's gone. I'll never get it back. Never.
