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Poll Results ended with: "Holding On" in the lead. (Raphie808 that includes both of your votes) I will begin working on it soon most likely the first chapter will be up tomorrow.

Chapter 2:Training

I eye Raph nervously for a second, thrown off a little by his unnatural cheerfulness this morning, but with a shrug I drink my tea...watching him out of the corner of my eye. Mikey drops a plate of pancakes in front of me, they're chocolate chip, my favorite.

"Shuck-up," I mutter to him as he refills my tea. He just grins and pats me on the carapace. Don eyes the pancakes and raises an eye ridge at Mikey's carapace. Don leans over to me.

"What he do?" Don asks softly. I just give him a mysterious smile. Raph is even giving Mikey and I confused looks.

"He got on the counter and I yelled at him," Mikey says after a minute. Raph slams his fist on the table, cheerfulness gone.

"LEO!" He spits furiously.

"Ya?" I ask softly as I begin eating, like heck am I passing these pancakes up...yum...

Don and Raph are both glaring at me. Don can't even speak and Raph looks like he's trying to prevent himself from exploding in my face.

"Leave him alone guys," Mike mutters putting plates in front of them,"I just about gave him a heart attack when I yelled at him, nearly fell off the counter."

Mikey didn't yell at me until after I nearly fell off the counter...whatever....these pancakes are good...

I chuckle at the annoyed look on Raph's face and Don's nearly panicked one...I know what he's thinking...I haven't had even a little "Twitch Fit" in three days...which means I've got a stupid Grand Mal coming...a big fit...hate them...Don's freaking out because he just tossed me onto the floor after I nearly fell off the counter...it's like setting me up for the worst fit of my life...

"Don...chill....you look like you've stopped breathing," I comfort, pausing from my meal long enough to shoot him a both comforting and stern look. He takes breath but still keeps looking at me in fear.

"Dang it Don! Stop freaking out!!!" I shout suddenly, that's the closest I've ever come to cussing at one of my brothers. His eyes get huge in shock. Raph dropps his fork and stares at me, Mike is staring with his mouth open at me from across the table, fork poised to insert pancake into his open mouth. The piece of pancake falls unnoticed into his lap. I can't help but start laughing. They all look at me like I've gone back to loony-ville, on the verge of pure panic.

"You should've seen the look on your faces," I gasp out, unable to stop laughing, "Mikey you've...you've got pancake in your lap..." After a minute they start laughing too, Mikey grabs a napkin and attempts to "unsticky" his lap but it doesn't work. Which gets us laughing again.

When we finally get control over ourselves and finish eating we head for the dojo. I'm still chuckling under my breath. The wheels of my chair glide easily over the Tatami mats in the dojo. I find myself in the center, Raph and Don helping me out. I get settled folding my useless legs under me so I'm on my knees. The effort of staying upright is exhausting but I manage to stay that way while I perform a series of upper-body Katas. Beside me my brothers go through their full body Katas. When we finish I get my Tanto blades, a few throwing blades and throwing stars and lay them beside me. Don hands me a candle, I light it and put it on the end of one of my blades. I slap my left thigh and the room goes dark. I close my eyes and wait, I can hear them moving. Master Splinter would practice this lesson with us at least twice a week, making it harder each time, some sort of twist to make it difficult or simply wear us out before he did this. I hear heavy foot steps, Raph. My other tanto lashes out and I hear the "clang" of metal on metal as he blocks my blade. He is standing outside the ring of light, eyeing me, I close my eyes again and wait. He comes again, this time Don trys to sneak around me to get the light while I'm fending off Raph. I toss the tanto up grab a star and toss it Don's direction and catch the flickering candle and tanto easily while sending Raph away limping from a cut on his calf, nothing serious, he waits long enough for me to see that before vanishing into the dark. Mikey wins the prize...He flips out of no where and with a twirl of his chucks we are plunged into darkness. I slap my thigh and the lights turn back on. I'm smiling, I dip my head to Mikey an dhe bows. Raph is panting, they still haven't gotten over the way I can still somehow beat them without the use of my legs.

"Don check Raph's leg quick, Mikey grab my chair, Raph let Don look at your leg," I order. Mike pushes my chair over and I climb back in unassisted. Raph is grumbling but he lets Don take a look at the cut.

"Shallow, it won't need stitches no worse than a bad paper cut," Don informs me.

"Good, now...Mikey, Raph spar!" I order, They jump forward and begin sparing three seconds later I throw Don into the fray and they are all trying to disarm each other. To make things more difficult I begin throwing throwing-stars at them, all aimed to land flat and harmless but enough of a distration to make them concentrate. Mikey nearly disarms Raph but ends up with a throwing star hitting him in the arm, he immediately drops that chuck, pretending that the arm is useless and no longer using it. I'm shouting orders at them, making them favor arms or legs, making them fight blind, anything that will keep them on their toes when IT happens.

My body betrays me, it goes ridged for a whole second before I'm thrashing in my chair. Hands pull me out and onto the ground, I'm helpless, in agony and helpless. A pillow makes its way under my head and I can hear my brothers talking to me. Its the most terrifying experience of my life. I can't breathe and the sent of urine tells me my body has betrayed me again, every muscle in my body spasms. Finally it stops and I go limp. I smell urine and the other, vomit and blood...I must've bit my tongue. I'm more embarrassed than I've ever been before...I'm vaguely aware of being carried, someone telling me I'm fine...before everything goes black.

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Whew...that was a bit difficult to write...well reviews?