Damaged Goods

Chapter 11

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Oroku Saki had been watching the turtles for some time now; they were holding his immense interest. He had been studying them ever since their last run in, when he saw how they reacted in a situation. His spy had just reported back to him, stating how one had been removed from the clan, this pleased him immensely; he could now pick the turtles off one by one.

He had originally asked Leonardo to join his side. Telling a few untruths to try and convince the turtle, but the turtle had seen through the mockery quite quickly. Originally this had angered Saki, but he had devised a plan and managed to get his esteemed team of scientist to invent a mind control chemical and through this chemical he intended to get the turtles to work with him by force.

Karai was sat on her bed; her room was dark, lit by candles. It was a traditional room, with rice paper walls, scriptures hanging, and a futon bed. Her father had divulged his plan to her, and explained how she would help to implement it. The indication that she was to be involved sat heavy on her mind. She had promised the turtles their lives if they helped her to get New York back under the Foots command; she had given her word of honor. Although she wasn't murdering their physical body she was still murdering their souls.

She had seen with her own eyes the damage that chemical C5591 could do, it turned the body into a mindless puppet, with the strings being pulled by someone else. Who could live like that, and who could indulge their fanatical nature with such a thing. Sometimes she doubted her fathers sanity, then she would scold and punish herself for thinking such traitorous thoughts, but this time Karai could not change her mind, she was doubting her fathers intentions towards the turtles, they could end up dead.

Honor was important to a ninja, it was the difference between right and wrong, a ninja with honor, would never strike first, they would only fight to defend, not for gain and not without just causes. To say they wouldn't fight for revenge is unfair, vengeance can consume anyone, and Karai was no different. When she first thought that her father had been killed she wanted to destroy the person or people who were responsible, but after seeing the state that New York had disintegrated too she decided that their were more important things.

Sighing the young woman picket up a book, the book was in an ancient language, it reminded her of home, of a time where she didn't have to worry about the problems of a warlords life. Stroking the cover the memories surfaced, but were quickly quashed when a knock at her door disturbed her. Discarding the book safely onto the floor she rose to answer it. Sliding the rice paper doors open she saw the tall, large figure of Hun. She disliked the brute immensely, he was just too much, she disliked the way he went about things, but most of all she disliked the way he sucked up to her father.

"What do you want?" she asked, disdain in her voice, he sneered at her,

"The master has summoned you", he said, his arms moved to fold across his chest, the purple snake tattoo shimmered and rippled with his bulk, it looked as though it was alive.

"I do not need your escort", she snarled then shutting her door she moved around him and headed to her father. Hun followed but at a distance, he knew that tangling with her could cause some serious injuries.

Karai entered her father's favoured room, she bowed before him, this mark of respect was something that she could still do, although sometimes she had to wonder why she did it. But she knew the consequences of not following with traditions, she saw that in everyone's face, and she also saw some of the injuries.

"Ah Karai, I have sent one of my soldiers to deliver a message to one of the turtles, your job is to intercept the turtle at midnight tomorrow night", Saki whispered, he was settled in front of his table, his hands clasped together in between the cloth of his suit.

"Yes Master", she whispered obediently,

"And you know the price of failure" he growled.

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to be continued.