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Chapter 9:

The cell was small, it's bars made of thick iron. Much stronger than what would be needed to hold just me. I still wore my blue raincoat, black leggings and grey shirt, but, my t-phone was gone. My breath hitched, how were my brothers going to find me if I didn't have my t-phone?

I tried not to dwell on that thought. My gaze was drawn to a small bread crust was slid through a slot in the door, along with a glass of slightly warm water. My stomach growled at the sight of it. The bread was thin, and stale, but food. I gulped down the water, taking care not to spill any. "I would make it last if I were you." I jumped, whirling around at the gravelly, new voice. A large figure was crouched in the corner of the cell next to me. He stepped forward, hunched over to avoid hitting his head. I gasped as he came into view. He was huge. Easily three times as big as Raph. His forest green eyes held no hostility. As he came closer I could see he was a large, alligator. His dark green skin looked rough and scaly, covered in scars. "I'm sorry I startled you human. You might not want to eat it all. You may not get anything for a while."

I slowly swallowed and spoke, my voice abnormally raspy.

"Th-Tha-tha-thank you." He smiled, showing his long, pointed teeth. I couldn't help be feel intimidated by him. His spiked tail alone was bigger than me.

"You're welcome. You have a name human?"

"Ev-v-vlyn."

"Well then Ev-v-vlyn, my name is Leatherhead." I couldn't help but smile at the way he said my name.

"Ho-h-how long hav-ve you b-been here f-f-for?" I asked, curiosity creeping into my voice.

"I don't know. The days blur down here. Might have been months, or years. But a long time."

"H-h-how long-ng have I-I b-been he-here?"

"A long time," came his brief reply. I wasn't sure how to reply to him. He seemed nice, but then, they always do. I skittered closer to his cell, noticing the fresher looking scars.

"D-d-did th-they do th-that?" I gaze flickered to them briefly.

"Yes." He rumbled. I ran my hands through my black hair uneasily. "I won't hurt you my friend." My eyes flickered to his like a caged animal, fitting.

"S-s-so-sorry, I d-don't tr-trus-st peop-ple." He hummed thoughtfully.

"Nor do I, but I don't think we can do much harm to each other in these cells." I had to admit, he had a point.

A loud crash drew our attention. A young girl stalked into te room. She held her head high with pride like a princess, her straight, black hair was cut short, with long pieces hanging down the sides, dyed blonde on the underside. Her features distinguishably japanese, eyes lined by red spikes and lips painted a bright red. She entered my cell, I scurried to the corner, not wanting her to be any closer. "Come here freak. Our fathers wish to see you." Her words cut me harder than any knife, as I tried fruitlessly to twist from her grasp. I could hear Leatherhead growl a little as she tightened her grip, shaking me had enough for stars to appear before me. Pretty stars, twinkling like freshly fallen snow.

I stumbled along the corridor, trying to keep up with her long strides. We came to a large throne room. Basically it was a large corridor with a pool on either side, gey steps led to a spiked grey throne.

A man clothed in pointed armour and a cape sat on the throne, leaning towards me. His face was mostly covered by an intimidating helmet, showing his, cold eyes filled with malevolence and burns running up either side, purple and harsh. So different from my own. Mine were like red veins branching out across my cheek and down my neck and back. The girl bringing me dropped to one knee, yanking me down in suit. I could feel myself tremble as he walked over to us. His footsteps made no sound, nor did his heavy armour. "So," I gasped a little, a fresh set of tremors resonated through my body. This was him, the man who killed Mama, for our abilities, our blood. "This is the little girl that's been causing so much trouble? Pathetic." I gave a sharp yelp as he kicked me under my ribs, there was a soft crunch. Pain flared as I doubled over, broken. He grabbed my face and brought it close to his own, scrutinizing me, judging me. "Stockman!" I cringed at the loudness of his voice. A thin, African-American man rushed forward and all but threw himself at his master's feet. "Take the girl to your lab, run some tests. I will be over soon to discuss the breakthrough of projects Heishi."

He threw me to the ground beside this, Stockman. Stockman's grip was tight, but not painful, he was obviously not there for his strength. Quickly he scurried back out of the room with me in tow.

When we entered the lab, the smell overloaded my senses. The smell of cleaning chemicals, as if all the products in New York could wash away what happened in these four walls. There was a man sitting on the end of one of the beds. His hair was smooth and black, his back turned. Upon our approach he turned, a sadistic smile forming, showing his pearly-whites. Steven Macias, Father.

0o0(The sewer lair just after her kidnapping, Splinter's POV)0o0

I closed my eyes savouring the bitter taste of my tea. Listening out for the soft footsteps of my sons, inaudible to humans, but not for me. Angry sounding plods, Raphael. A faint tinkle of metal gadgets, Donatello. Michelangelo's seemed less boisterous, more sullen, strange. Leonardo's, barely audible, even to the likes of myself. I waited for the soft flapping of our newest family member's oversized sandals. They never came.

Nor did Evelyn's distinct smell of cleanliness, the smell of fresh fallen snow and delicate ice crystals. I opened my eyes to see my four sons, all of them hunched over, solemn looks on their faces, shoulders slumped and eyes cast down. A wave of concern hit me as a tidal wave, but I did not allow it to form into panic. "My sons, where is Evelyn." Donatello was tapping furiously at on of his numerous devices, his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth slightly. Leonardo came forward, he managed to meet my eyes. This did nothing to soothe the terrible feeling that arose from within me.

"We failed father." The edge of his mask's eyeholes were wet, and his cerulean eyes slightly bloodshot. "Evelyn, Her-her father got her." I ran a paw down my sons cheek soothingly.

"We will get your sister." My tone was soft, but firm. "Donatello, can you track her." My second youngest nodded, never taking her eyes off the screen.

"They must have found her t-phone, her signal has gone offline. But I managed to secure her location. She's, near the Sacks estate"

I nodded, "good work my son, you cannot risk going before the nightfall, but then we shall all go to retrieve her." My sons looked up in surprise, I had not been above ground since they were younger.

Raphael flexed his muscles impatiently and huffed. "We can't just si' here and wai' for her father to finish 'er off Dad."

"Yet you cannot risk being captured as well. It will do Evelyn nor yourself any good. He sighed, knowing my words were true. They went their separate ways, Donatello to his lab, Leonardo following him. Michelangelo to his room, and Raphael to assault his worn-out punching bag.

I went to my own room and sat on my threadbare meditation rug. Meditation did not come easy to me knowing my daughter was in the hands of whom she feared the most. I vowed silently, that we would return her home.

Whoo! Long and early! Poor Splinter, he just gained a daughter. For those of you who didn't pick it up, the lair looks like the one in the 2012 cartoon, but is located like, underground by Eric Sac's mansion.

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