Chapter ten

The red clad terrapin chased after his wife upstairs to their room—keeping his distance between himself and Mona as she barged into the room, making the door slammed against the wall and waking Vilana from her slumber. Letting out a loud wail, the troubled mother rushed to her baby's crib and reassuringly scooped the fragile infant within her motherly embrace than went to the rocking chair, shushing her child.

Raph rubbed the back of his neck, wryly sighed as he went to his wife's side and gently, reassuringly grasped her shoulder only to receive dead silence.

"Mona—Honey." Raph whispered

No response. Wryly tears ran down her cheeks as she cradled their child. "Mona—talk to me, please." Raph whispered again, trying his best he could to assure her. The brunette haired mother, closed her eyes as she slowly turned and faced her husband then opened her eyes, glancing with heartbroken angry tears, whispery answered finally. "What?"

Raph glanced, confusedly blinked then whispery replied before wrapping his muscled arms around both Mona and Vilana. "Nuthin'."

...Downstairs—Living room...

"I believe you have explaining to do, my dear." Master Splinter softly instated.

Isabelle sighed, abruptly—rubbing the back of her neck as she turned then sat down within the first seat came closest to her distance. Leaning over upon knees as she clamped her hands together then softly replied. "Yeah—Guess I do."

"Guess? What do you mean by that?" The orange clad terrapin wondered, raising a confused brow. Both Leo and Don stood beside their master in silence, waiting to hear the story. Master Splinter reassuringly requested their guest to begin at the beginning as his sons, quietly stood around—waiting. But the purple clad terrapin sat down on the couch arm when Dallas quickly sat in the couch beside Don as she was last to finally sit.

Isabelle rose her eyes, worriedly glanced each face as she carefully thought about where to begin. Sighed exhalable. "It all begun back at the family cottage—during Mom's funeral." She began, slowly and carefully as she was still, herself trying to understand of where it may lead—still confused as how it all begun due she is still trying to put the pieces together.

...Meanwhile...

Tears ran, wetting Dallas's cheeks as she sat and listened to Isabelle's story, just as the others were worried and confused. "So. What you are telling us is—that you have no idea how you gained your sight back, let alone—why?" Don confusedly wondered, cupping his chin with suspicion.

"That is correct." Isabelle replied. "O-ok then." Don said. "We should get to the bottom of this." Leo suggested. "Ah, before you go into the lion's den—there is more you should know first." Dallas sprung from the couch and announced. "There's more?" Don said, lowly.

Dallas nodded and replied. "I am not who you believe me to be."

Master splinter's ear twitched slightly, silently waited. Isabelle remained where she sat and silent also. Both Mikey and Don quickly glanced eachother then back to Dallas as Leo softly instructed. "Go on."

...back upstairs—Mona's and Raph's bedroom...

Mona pulled away from her husband's embrace, handed Vilana to Raph then walked to the doorway, listening upon the conversation—below. The red clad terrapin gazed his wife, with wary concern as he cradled his daughter in his fatherly embrace and stood up to his feet then walked to Mona's side. "Mona—Ya sure, ya ok?" He asked softly.

No response and long silent pause. Mona didn't face Raphael as she left the doorway and went downstairs, curiously wondered to the conversation been discussed. Raph feared the worst—followed his wife downstairs and continued to cradle their daughter.

"As you all know me as Mina Smyth's nurse which is true but the truth behind it isn't." She begun. The blue clad terrapin rose a concerned, sardonically brow and folded both arms across his plastron.

"What is exactly—you are trying to say?" Don asked. "I'm not Jane Jenkins—My real name is Dallas Jenkins-Brice."

"Did you just say what I think you have said?" Don asked, confusedly glanced. Dallas nodded and replied, just above whisper. "Yes."

"Go on." Master Splinter softly instructed. Dallas quickly wiped the tears away from her cheeks and continued. "I was assigned to care for Mina Smyth as her full-time nurse but—only to get close." Dallas stopped again, lowering her eyes.

"Get close? To whom?" Don wondered, immediately looked towards Raph's room then Isabelle and back at Dallas with anger expressional glance. Without warning, or acknowledgement of how could Mona had gotten downstairs without making a single sound as she viciously grasped Dallas's throat and began choking as she lifted her up from the couch—holding her up in midair. "You were assigned to get close to me—weren't you?" Mona snarled.

Dallas was unable to answer as her air supply, cut from her. "Tell Me!" Mona snarly ordered. "Mona—let her go. Stop, let her go." Isabelle pleaded, reassuringly gestured. Mona released her grasp, allowing Dallas to fall upon the stone floor, bruising her hyde and then faced her with a angry expressional glance that also expressed betrayal and disbelief. Angrily whispered. "How could you bring her, here? How could you allow this to happen?"

"I couldn't stop it from happening—had you forgotten that I once was blind as I was powerless to stop it. The question is that you should ask yourself. Why didn't you return home, sooner." Isabelle angrily protested in hasty angry tone, brushing past.

Mona closed her eyes, exhaled with sighly breathe and realising—neither could never had known. The red clad terrapin, went to her side and reassuringly embraced his wife—brushed a reassuring kiss upon her forehead.

Dallas rubbed her throat, shocked to both sister's possessed such strength when angry as she gasped in air once again to fill her lungs—almost been choked. Don quickly went to her side, offered his hand and softly said. "Allow me to look at that."

Cleared her throat, shook her head and replied, gaspily. "No—I'm fine." Pushing herself up to her feet then walked away.

"Master Splinter—What should we do?" Mikey asked, wondering curiously. "Right now—wait as there is so much to know about this before seeking revenge. I shall meditate to seek the answer then begin the first step." The old rat replied, disappearing into his private chambers—leaving his sons in the living room, in silence.

They knew better not to disobey their sensei's decision as they know nothing what will or may happen if went ahead before planning.

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...to be continued in chapter eleven...

Ok, what do you think of this chapter? Pretty confusing or interesting? Or possibly slightly out of proportion? We are getting there as in the next chapter should be more interesting—we should know whether if Bishop's experiments have become a success or another disappointing failure.

Plus we will soon discover if the original Isabelle is alive or not.

Read and review, until next time—tootles