PLEASE READ THIS FIRST:
In order to prevent confusion amongst some of you: this fic is based on the 1987 series, NOT the 2003 series! For those who haven't seen the '87 series:
Turtle Comm = Shell Cell; Turtle Van = Battle Shell. So there ^^
And for the record, if you're planning to look up the Golden Wing, I made the name up in a moment of not-creativity. It could be anything in real life, I dunno. But the Golden Wing mentioned below here, is fictional.
Now I'm letting you read this chapter in peace. Enjoy! :)
"The Golden Wing is one of the largest mobs in the world. We are located in a large part of Europe and a part of Asia. The story of Dianthe starts in Greece.
I met your previous self almost twenty years ago by accident. You see, I had this special… house… for young women. I made a big profit out of them. Unfortunately, some of these women decided to kill themselves.
Then one day, a beautiful young woman passed by and came in. She couldn't see the prostitutes, because I made them stay in the basement until they were needed. But you can't blame me for that, now can you? Anyway, it looked like someone gave her the wrong address. And boy, was she unlucky to bump into me back there. I took a good look and I saw a lot of potential for her. I took her for a stroll around the back yard, asking about her personality. Then finally, I asked her name. Her name was Dianthe. I said: 'Well, Dianthe, how about you work for me? I think you're exactly the kind of person I could use in my business.'
But inconveniently, one of the bodyguards just came into the back yard through the back door, dragging along one of the girls that had run away. She had several wounds and bruises. I told him to get his ass back into the house and for the rest of them to keep an eye on the girls inside. And when I looked back at Dianthe, I knew I had already lost her trust.
Next thing I knew, she looked at me with insanely mad eyes and punched her little lady fist into my face. I drew my knife and pointed it at her. A few guards came outside, but I told them to stay back and not do anything. And just when I thought I had her cornered, ready to join my business, she took a large kitchen knife out of her bag and pointed it at me. I don't know why she was carrying that thing around in the first place.
Anyway, she told me she was not interested in my 'so-called business' and that she was going to end it. I lost my patience and tried to strike my knife into her, but she blocked my attack with her own, much larger knife, and managed to push me down. I had to tell the guards once again that they had to stay back.
I asked her what she was planning to do now. Kill me? Rule number one, young Naomi, never kill a member of the Golden Wing. But no, Dianthe wasn't planning to kill me. She was going put an end to this, she said. Of course, I didn't see her as a threat. I stood up and told the guards to take her inside… and make sure she would never get out. They took her knife away and dragged her inside without too much effort. But clearly, they had underestimated her and she somehow managed to escape. And I thought I'd never hear from her again.
I was wrong. A few weeks later, I got a very disturbing phone call. It seemed that she had established a small group to set my girls free and put them in safety. The police wouldn't believe her until she showed up with my girls. I was ruined and had to flee out of the country, but I had already sent some of my men after her. She was going to pay for ruining me.
It took a while, with the police around her all the time. But finally, I got my hands on her and had her brought to the torturing room.
Yes, our family deals with things in a different way. The Golden Wing uses ancient torturing methods that were almost forgotten by humanity. Pity, really. These methods are so simple, yet so painful. It's perfect. I'll go into that subject later on.
Anyway, now there really was no way out for Dianthe and she knew it. She showed no fear, telling me that she was willing to take any kind of torture I had planned for her. She regretted nothing. And she wasn't going to scream, or cry, or plead for her life. She said she wouldn't let me have the pleasure of watching her squirm. A very noble thought indeed. However, when I came back to start the procedure, Dianthe was already dead."
Naomi widened her eyes at hearing Alexio's story.
"Heart attack," explained Alexio. "See the irony in this story? One moment she's so noble, ready to become the girls' scapegoat, the next moment… dead." He laughed.
"I'm gonna ask you once again, nutcase," said Naomi impatiently. "What does all this have to do with me?"
Alexio stopped laughing and ran a finger alongside her face down her chin.
"You're the reincarnation of my old enemy," said Alexio. "The enemy who still hasn't paid her debt to me." His finger continued its way down her neck. Naomi shivered.
"And now that I have finally found you," he whispered, "you're going to pay."
"How can you be so sure it's me?" asked Naomi. She noticed that her voice was shaking.
Alexio smiled briefly. "That's also unique about the Golden Wing," he said. "People never get away with it, when they get in our way. Not even death can save them from the fate we call upon them."
"Fate… is not in your hands," said Naomi. "No one can control that."
"That's how you feel about it," said Alexio.
"Me and any other sane person," said Naomi. "You're crazy."
"Oh really?" asked Alexio. "You're starting to sound more and more like the Dianthe I knew. Anyway, when a person dies before we have punished them, we will look for them. Do you believe in reincarnation? I do. Because it is real."
He took something out of his pocket and held it in front of her face. It was some kind of stone, shaped like a drop, hanging from a cord. It was spinning around strongly.
"You see, this is a pendulum. It's a device that can sense your aura, wherever you are," explained Alexio. "This one was designed especially for you. Your aura and life energy are exactly the same as Dianthe's, which means her spirit inhabits your body and created who you are today. We have used this technique for generations."
"That's insane," said Naomi. "I never did anything wrong!"
"Maybe not in this life," said Alexio. His eyes were burning with rage, madness, but his mouth curled up to an evil smirk. "But you swore to me that you'd face the consequences of what you did and I'll never forget that. Now, after seventeen years, the time's finally come."
******
Oh, that annoying phone! I'll kill the idiot who's calling me at this time of night.
Donatello's face appeared on April's Turtle Comm.
"It'd better be important, Donatello," she grumbled. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"I'm sorry to wake you, April," said Donatello.
"What's wrong?" asked April, rubbing her eyes. "You sound strange. Did something happen to one of you guys?"
"Not to us, but remember when we told you about Naomi?" asked Donatello.
"The 'weirdo', according to Raphael?" asked April drowsily. "What about her?"
"She's missing," said Donatello. "We saw her about three hours ago, but she never came home."
"Calm down," said April. "Are you sure she's not with one of her friends?"
"Yeah, we heard her grandfather call her friends, but she wasn't with either of them," said Donatello. He started to sound desperate. "April, please help us. We've gotta find her."
"Meet me at my apartment," said April. "I'll go get ready. And Donatello… it'll be ok. We'll find her."
"Yeah," sighed Donatello. He looked away. "But in what state?"
"Hey, from what I've heard, she's a strong girl," said April. "She'll be fine."
"Ok," said Donatello. "Please, April, hurry!"
April snapped her Turtle Comm closed and got ready to go out.
Donatello put away his Turtle Comm. Leonardo looked at him.
"Let's take the Turtle Van," he said. "We'll find her, Donatello."
"I have an idea how to locate her," said Donatello. "I just hope we'll make it in time."
Once again, thank you all for reading so far. I'm really glad to see so many people like it!
See you next chapter! (At least, I hope so ^^;)
