Blood. Sinking into the tile, the chairs, and the counters. Dark red blood. But what makes me cry out the most is that my mother is lying on the tile, seemingly knocked unconscious. Hopefully only knocked unconscious. My heart is racing as I approach my mother. I kneel down and find that her hair has streaks of dried blood. She's been here a while then.

I shake her. "Mom...Mom..." I mumble. "Mom, please wake up."

Nothing.

Tears well up in my eyes, and I force myself to stay calm. I hold my breath and listen carefully.

Faintly, so faintly that I almost don't believe it's there, I can hear her breathing.

I let out a breath and close my eyes. Okay, she's alive. She's still alive. Things are going to be okay.

I pick up my phone, and notice myself shaking as I do it. I mean to call the turtles, but I find myself dialing Rose's number instead. She answers within two rings.

"Hello?"

"Rose. Where are you?"

"With some friends at Target. Why?"

At first, I don't know what to say. Too many things rushing through my head. So many things to say and tell her and spill but I don't know which is the most vital for her to know.

"Blood," I choke out. "Mom. Apartment. She's bleeding. There's blood. I don't know what happened." My words barely make any sense. They're just that: words.

"I'll be right over. Stay where you are." She hangs up.

She arrives in less than ten minutes. When she opens the door, she stops dead in her tracks. I can see her tense up. And then, she does something I'm very, very surprised at.

The Rosalie from a year ago would have seen the right in front of her and broken down into tears. She would probably begin hyperventilating and look around for someone to fix the situation at hand.

But this Rosalie is stronger. She simply maintains her composure, and comes over and kneels down next to me.

"Grab the first aid kid. I'll get some towels and wet them down. We'll take care of her first and then we'll get to the damage done on the apartment."

Without hesitation or questions, I follow her orders. I find the First Aid kit we keep in the bathroom, and grab some rags from the cupboards. When I get back, she's already cleaning Mom's wounds. I hand her the First Aid Kid, without a word. I stand there awkwardly for a few seconds. I always feel like I'm in the way or I have no way of helping. I know how to treat wounds but it seems like Rose has it all under control.

"I'm going to call the turtles." I don't wait for her reply before I hurry away to dial their home phone.

It rings three times before being answered.

"Hello, Hamato Residence speaking," Mikey's perky voice says. "And just may I say...how you doin'?"

"Not now Flynn Rider," I say rolling my eyes. "Can I talk to serious Mikey right now? Or is he not home?"

"Nah, he's here." Mikey's tone changes a bit. "What's up, babe? Everything okay?"

"Well my mom is unconscious."

"Oh crap!" Mikey shouts. "What happened, Lex?"

"I don't know. I came into the apartment and she was unconscious. There's blood everywhere."

"Why are you so calm about this?" Mikey exclaims.

"Well would you rather me call you screaming?"

"That would be reasonable."

"Just get over here, please. Bring your brothers. This wasn't supposed to be a conversation. It was supposed to be a cry for help."

"Sorry, I'm not good at answering those," Mikey says, sheepishly.

I sigh. "Then don't answer the landline, Mike."

After hanging up with Mikey, I go back to Rose. The majority of Mom's wounds have been cleaned, and Rose is dabbing a cloth on Mom's forehead.

Slowly, after a few minutes of this, Mom begins to stir. She breaks open her eyes and then looks around for a few moments. Suddenly, she sits up perfectly straight and looks around frantically.

"Where did they go?" Mom asks, panicked. "Where did they go?"

"Who?" Rose and I both ask at the same time.

Mom looks at me, and then Rose. Back to me, and then back to Rose. Then, she looks down at her hands. I've never seen her act this way before.

"Mom," Rose says gently and I envy her ability to always be in my mother's favor. "Who did this to you?"

"The Foot," Mom says. "Karai leading."

"The Foot did this?" I exclaim, raising my eyebrows. "They're nowhere near the violent type."

"Actually," Rose says quietly. "They have been lately. Remember? Karai killing those innocent people? They've been striking out lately."

"But what do they want with Mom?" I turn to her and tilt my head. "Mom, did they tell you what they wanted?"

"Your father," she says, shaking her head. "They wanted your father."

"Why did they think you knew anything about his whereabouts?" I ask.

"Well he technically is still my husband," she says.

There's a knock at the window and we all jump. In the dark, we can hardly see the turtles' figures, waiting for us. I jump up and go to unlatch the window. As soon as I do so, they're all piling inside, asking a million questions at once.

"Emmeline, are you okay?" "What happened?" "Who was it?" "Where'd all the blood go?" "How long have your wounds been patched?" "Lexi, when did you get here?" "When did you find her?"

"Okay, okay, everybody calm down," Rose says, shaking her head. "All your questions will be answered." She glances at me. "Not even all of ours have been answered."

Mom sighs and shakes her head. "The Foot Clan...they broke in. But I think they'd been in here for a while because I didn't hear them actually come inside. They beat me. They asked me where Oroku Saki was. I told them I didn't know. I told them I hadn't spoken to him since before he was arrested. They didn't believe me. They beat me. They kept beating me. After a while, they mumbled something in Japanese and then left. I guess I was knocked unconscious."

"Why do they want to know?" Leo asks, shaking his head. "We haven't heard from the Foot Clan in forever."

"Not since that whole 'Karai-on-meds' fiasco," Don says, raising his eye ridges. "We almost forgot about that. I was hoping maybe she found a doctor."

"Do you mean a foot doctor?" Mikey says, then pauses and waits for a laugh. When nobody makes a sound, he drops his hands, groans and flops onto the couch. "Right. Sorry. No jokes during a crisis."

Silence pierces the room. Nobody knows what to say, and if they do, they don't say it. It seems incredulous that with each passing day, the thought occurs that things couldn't get worse. Then of course, it gets worse.

Mikey rubs the back of his neck and sits up. "Why would they be interested in Shredder anyway? He's clearly not their problem anymore. He gave up his ways."

Donnie shakes his head. "Mikey, it's more complicated than that. He worked with the Foot Clan for ten years. For all they know, he could betray them and tell everyone exactly where they are. To be completely honest with you, I think they care more about their reputation than about if Shredder is actually okay."

"They know he knows too much," Mom says. "They won't let him go that easily. Not alive and knowing that he could very well tell the whole world all he knows."

"So they came here because..." Mikey trails.

"Because they thought I knew where he could be," Mom says. "I mean, they thought he was here."

"They probably want revenge. Revenge for getting up and leaving them like that. Or revenge for possibly telling people about them, in the future," I say.

"Or..." Leo begins, but then pauses. He suddenly looks like he's analyzing everything all at once—like he doesn't want to say the wrong thing. "Or maybe he knows something that they don't want anybody to know. Like...something really important. A game-changer."

"Well, there's only one way to find out," Donnie says, leaning forward on the chair he's sitting in. "We've gotta ask him. As soon as possible."

Everyone, one by one, ends up turning and looking at Mom. She's staring down at the floor, thinking hard. Finally, she looks up and bites her lip hard.

"I'll come. I'll talk to him."

"Are you sure?" Donnie begins. We've all seen how Mom has reacted just simply by the mention of my father. "If you're uncomfortable..."

"Whether I'm uncomfortable or not, it's my responsibility to see what he knows, because it's important information. We have someone who knows something, so we're going to ask them. Just like we would in the Headquarters." She sets her jaw and sits up as straight. Well, as straight as one can after just being beaten up by the Foot Clan.

Another silence fills the room. And again, Mikey is the one to break it.

"So what do we ask him?" he asks. "And when?"

"Now," Mom says quietly. "We ask him now. Is he at the lair?"

We all exchange looks. Nobody formally informed Mom that we'd decided to take Dad to the lair to keep him there. The turtles nod at her question. I'm not surprised when Mom turns her look towards me.

"Lexi..." she looks exasperated, and puts her hand on her head. "What did I tell you about finding a place for him?"

I give her a sheepish look and rub the back of my neck. "You told me...not to bring him to the lair."

"And what did you do?" she presses, looking up at me and crossing her arms.

I hesitate to answer. "I...asked the turtles..." I suppress a smile and glance over at Leo, who looks slightly amused at my confrontation. "And then I brought him to the lair. It's all about the order of things, really."

For the first time in a long time, Mom's face softens and she almost looks amused too. The slightest bit. It's not exactly under a circumstance I would expect, but I'll take it over anything.

"Do you deliberately do the opposite of what I tell you to do?"

I laugh sheepishly. "Live in spite, is what I always say..."

The amused look remains on her face for a few more seconds before it's soon replaced with a look of fatigue. She turns away from me, and to the turtles. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding in, glad that she hadn't scolded me for too long.

Mom wraps her arms around herself, like she's cold. It's something she does when she's nervous, and it's a trait both Rose and I have taken on as well. "I know it's getting sort of late, but I would rather us figure this whole thing out tonight than wait until tomorrow."

The turtles exit through the window and we plan on meeting them back at the lair in a few minutes. The room is left with Rose, Mom and I. It's the first time we've all been in the same room together without arguing.

I don't consciously decide to speak, but I find myself doing so.

"I'm really proud of you Mom." The words come so quickly, I'm barely even sure that they're said. "I can't imagine...how hard this is. For you." My words come out really choppy, but I don't expect anything different. I didn't even plan on speaking in the first place.

My mother holds her gaze on me for a few moments, and then shakes her head to herself. She opens her mouth, like she's going to say something, but then closes it. Neither Rose nor I speak. We want to know what she has to say.

"Are you sure you don't want us to come in there with you?" Donnie looks concerned. He glances through the one-way window, where my father sits at the table, not expecting that anyone else is on the other side.

"No." She shakes her head. "No, I think it's best that I do it alone." She begins to proceed towards the door, but her hand freezes on the knob. Slowly, she turns towards me and Rose. "Actually...I want my girls with me."

No word, phrase or paragraph could describe the feeling that encompasses my heart as she says those words. Her girls. She wants us with her.

Rose and I share a quick look, and then proceed with our mother. She closes her eyes, and keeps her hand on the doorknob a few moments longer. Nobody says anything; nobody rushes her. We feel it's an incredible stroke of luck that she willingly came here in the first place. She deserves a few moments to prepare.

Then, without warning any of us, she opens the door and walks through. Rose and I follow immediately.

The door closes behind us.

Then, in a voice which I haven't heard in many, many years, a voice that used to echo throughout the halls of our home, and a voice that sounds so suddenly broken, my mother opens her mouth to say two words.

"Hello, Jaxon."

Never have I heard my mother sound so broken.

I look up at her.

You wouldn't be able to tell by looking at her from afar, but just several feet beside her, I can see her hands are shaking. Her skin has gone pale and her eyes are wide and look like they've seen many things that they wish to unsee. Her usually worried, older-looking face suddenly has the expression of youth.

Never before could I compare her to a child. A young, frightened child.

A heartbroken child. And no child should ever have to feel heartbroken.

I almost can't bring myself to turn towards my father to see the look on his face. Only am I able to when Rose—standing beside me—takes my hand and squeezes it. I glance over at her. She doesn't look over at me; just faces forward. The look of courage on her face gives me the strength to look forward too.

It's like looking in a direct reflection: they both have the exact same broken look on their faces.

He looks like he wants to say something, but she beats him to it.

"I wouldn't be here right now," she begins. "I wouldn't have even agreed to come see you...if it weren't for what happened tonight." Dad doesn't respond. He just sits there and waits.

That's one thing I'm glad he hasn't forgotten: that Mom likes to take her time. I remember countless times at a young age, noticing that whenever Mom was trying to explain something to him, or yelling or anything, he would just sit there. He would listen, of course, but he wouldn't say a single word. He would just wait until she was done.

I remember asking him once why he did that.

"Well you see," he had said, squatting down so he could be on my level. "Sometimes the best way to listen is to not say anything at all."

"But what if she says something you don't agree with?" I'd asked.

He had grinned. "It doesn't matter if I don't agree with her. I listen to her. She can say all she needs to say, and more. And I'll listen. But when you're fighting with someone, sometimes the best thing to do is to just stay quiet." What I didn't realize was that after the fights, when they would go to sleep, he and Mom would stay up late talking about everything and that's when he would tell her how he felt. He would mention things she'd said that that offended or hurt him, or were just inaccurate altogether.

But he would always let her finish.

So Mom continues after a few moments. "I'm not here to talk about our family. Honestly, I don't want to. Not right now." She pauses. "But I do want to talk about what has been putting the family in danger. Not just the family, but many other people too. You've been associated with the Foot Clan for years, and have planned and led many schemes to hurt many people." She stops herself, and looks right at him. "And now...now they're hurting people without you."

"Tonight they came to the apartment." She didn't need to explain what they did, for she looks beaten and battered. "They thought I knew where you were. I didn't." She smiles in spite of the circumstances. "Now I do. Of course, they're just a tad bit late. Though I wouldn't have told them where you were even if I had known."

She begins to walk around the room. Staying in one spot is getting too much for her; she has so much to say, so much on her mind and she can't get it all out quick enough by simply standing her. So with every step, she seems to unload a new sentence.

"I was knocked out after a while. They didn't believe me when I told them I didn't know where you were. But eventually, they left. Once I woke up, I couldn't figure out why they wanted to know where you were so badly. Did they think you needed saving? Were they planning on 'rescuing' you from the risk of losing your title as a villain? Do they care for you? I couldn't figure it out." She glances out the one-way mirror and even though we can't see out it, she's looking to Leo. She at least wants to silently give him credit.

"Then an idea came to the table." She turns and faces forward again. "What if the Foot Clan knows something...something that they're afraid will get out?" She stops, and then looks directly at our father again. "Something that when you left, you took with you. It's not just a secret in their hands—it's in yours too."

A spark of recognition lights Dad's eyes for a brief moment, but then he masks it. It's there though, and clearly I'm not the only one who has seen it. Mom faces him completely and crosses her arms over her chest.

"You need to tell us everything you know." She sets her jaw. "Everything."

He waits a few minutes before he replies. Why, I'm not sure. Whether it's because he wants to make sure she's finished talking, or because he wants to gather his thoughts.

"I will tell you everything I know," he says. "Just give me a place to start."

"The beginning." She answers without hesitation. Dad grimaces and Mom gives him a sharp look. "Is there a problem with that?"

"It's more complicated than just...the beginning. I don't even know where the beginning is."

Mom doesn't respond to that. She just looks at him. After her stare has melted into him long enough, I decide to pipe up.

"Then start with what you know," I say, and Rose soon follows.

"You know something," my sister says carefully. "You know something that they're afraid that you know. So start with that."

Dad looks at all three of us, each one by one. Then, he faces the wall (which is actually the other side of the mirror).

"The Foot Clan had always been...the top. They didn't fear anyone—but everyone feared them. And that's exactly how they liked it. Top of the food chain, it seemed. When Karai came to power, she prospered like no Foot leader ever had. She had a particular spark that made all the other gangs and all the other clans fear her. Sure, there were those gang rivals still. But even the Purple Dragons didn't dare go willingly against Karai."

"Then the Dark Angels sprung up, seemingly out of no where. People started...disappearing. They'd be found murdered. Mothers, whose sons had brutally murdered them just to be part of this gang. Brothers who fought side by side in the gang, but when one was found to speak too much of the gang, one killed the other. All the weak ones were weeded out and the strong ones were formed. They took on a new degree of danger: one formed with incredibly perfect proportions of what you'd see as the perfect gang. They were strong and fierce, like the Purple Dragons. But they were quiet and sneaky like the Foot. They were like...ninjas. Brutal...fierce...poisonous ninjas."

By now, Mom has stopped pacing. She has taken a seat in the chair directly on the other side of Dad, facing him. Her hands are folded into one another, resting right below her chin and she is listening intently.

Dad takes in a breath, and looks up, first at Mom, then at Rose, then at me.

"So you ask me where it all started? The Dark Angels. They were the very beginning. Everyone had feared Karai before. For all anyone knew, she was the most dangerous, the most clever and the most feared in all of New York City. But as soon as the Dark Angels came into place, people began to see what real danger was. Danger doesn't threaten to kill—danger does kill. And that's something they hadn't known before."

"You see, the thing that frustrated Karai beyond measure..." He shakes his head, almost like he's seeing into Karai's thoughts. "...was that she couldn't figure out where they came from. Not only did they seem to just come out of no where, but it seemed almost as though they'd been a gang for years. They were by no means new. And that's something that to this day, Karai could never wrap around her head."

"As the other gangs were beginning to see the poison of the Dark Angels, they began to fear Karai and the Foot Clan less and less. Smoke pellets and black eyes were nothing compared to murder. Karai began to lose her power. People still feared her, yes, but they also knew that they had more to worry about. And this made Karai very, very angry. It was unfair to her. And she spent many years trying to figure out the Dark Angels."

"She developed depression after a period of time. It got really bad. The Foot soldiers...they began getting her anti-depressants. She took them for a while and it helped. But then no one could provide them for her anymore. She had gotten hooked onto them, so she began to search everywhere she possibly could for more. I'm not sure if she ever found some, but there were definitely some days where she just seemed...off." I immediately think of when we found Karai had dropped a prescription bottle for schizophrenia. I decide not to mention that to him now.

"Karai spent the years competing and trying to be better than the Dark Angels. But there was only so far she could go without breaking her personal code of how she'd run the Foot Clan. Finally, that line was crossed. Karai began to kill people." His voice gets softer and he shakes his head to himself. "She wanted so badly to outdo the Dark Angels, and that was the one way she could: so that's what she started doing."

"After a while, that got to the Angels. They started to realize that Karai was beginning to kill people, and that seemed to impress them. They requested to meet with the Foot on several occasions, in which Karai denied each time. Finally, I decided to accept for her. I was a leader too, after all."

"Karai and Melinda did not get along at all. I swear; they were both at each other's throats whenever we met. We were finally going to settle things and join forces...when they brought me to their lair and...and I saw Lexi. That was the day they'd taken over your guys' Headquarters. They had attacked and kidnapped and wanted to show me. But as soon as she said your name..." He looks at me. "Alexandra King. That's when I knew I wouldn't even consider joining them."

"I told them I just wasn't interested. But they must've known. I don't know how they found out, but somehow things started to click. I was Alexandra King's father, and with that information, they could do a whole lot. Back in June..." He grimaces a bit. "They offered me one more opportunity, but no longer was it a warm invitation. They brought me into their lair and showed me...Lexi. Beaten and bruised and..." He squeezes his eyes shut, and it takes all there is in me not to do the same.

Those days and nights haunt me. The kicks to the stomach. The heavy door slamming as Melinda exited, and left me in the dark. The amount of times I threw up, from getting kicked so many times, and how I finally stopped throwing up because there was nothing left in me to throw up. How they always updated me on the time, with a smirk because they could see the hope draining from my eyes; hope that my family would come for me. The way my eyes adjusted to the dark; how the first few nights, I felt vulnerable and afraid, as I thought I was seeing things. But after those first few nights, I realized that the real thing to be afraid of wasn't what I couldn't see, but what I could see.

The way all the days morphed into one period of time, and it got harder and harder to cry. The pain grew numb. It grew numb, but it never got easier.

"I knew..." He opens his eyes. "I knew I couldn't work for them. Not for or with them. That is when I knew I needed to stop."

"All that time...ever since that night where I saw my family for the first time in years, I knew that I needed to stop. Whatever I was doing...everything I was doing...I needed to stop. I just...didn't know how to. I wanted to. But something like that..." He's suddenly struggling with his words.

"Can't be changed just like that..." Mom says quietly. The three of us are taken back by her words, and we all turn to look at her. She isn't looking at any of us. Her stare is melting into the table. "A mistake that turns into a lifestyle...it can't be turned off like a faucet."

"Exactly." Dad is staring right at Mom, even though she doesn't look at him. "Exactly. But I wanted to. I wanted my family back, even though I knew I didn't deserve it. But that's what I wanted." He looks at me. "But then when I saw what they'd done to Lexi, I knew I couldn't keep taking those baby steps. I needed to do something big. And I knew that even if my family didn't want me back in their lives, then that would be okay. Because it was more than that now. It wasn't just about how I'd hurt my family; it was now also about how I'd hurt New York City. How I'd made people fear me. Titles I didn't want anymore, but titles I had earned."

Nobody says anything for a few moments. I knew that Mom had told him she didn't want to talk about our family, but I think we're all glad that he did. She doesn't look angry anymore. She looks up at him, and I see my mom again. The one who always told me that our father was still good at heart and that he would always love us.

"But regarding Karai..." His voice darkens. "It didn't matter what my choice was anymore. She was determined to outdo the Dark Angels. Whatever the cost may be."

"Right before I decided to take that big step to change, Karai came to me and she told me something. She had a plan. She was finally going to allow herself and the Foot to join together with the Dark Angels and work with one another. To the Dark Angels, the plan was that they would join together and essentially take on the villain world together. But to Karai...it was more than that. She plans on adapting the skills of the Dark Angels, and then taking them over. She wants to destroy the Dark Angels once and for all, so she can rise to power once again."

"But...she can't..." I say, shaking my head. "She's powerful and skilled, yes, but the Dark Angels...they're..."

"To her, that doesn't matter. She's willing to do whatever she can. And she knows that I know that." He turns to Mom. "Emmeline, I think that's why she came to you to find me. That's why she wants to find me in the first place. She knows that I know her plan, and she's the only one who is supposed to know. And now that I've officially left the little villain business, there can't be any witnesses."

"You've officially left, but at the same time you haven't. Now, everyone has it out for you. They all want to find you and kill you before you say too much," Rose realizes.

I laugh darkly. "Welcome to the club, Dad."

He laughs too but he's not amused. "And that, too, is my fault. Nobody would want to kill you, Lexi, if it weren't for me."

"It's alright. Father and Daughter, escaping all the people who want to kill us." I raise my eyebrows. "It's a fun business."

"Yeah," he says, looking down. "Well...that's it. That's why I think they're after me. And believe me when I tell you, I wish more than anything that I hadn't gotten involved in any of this. I had no idea that one little decision would result in all of this. It's a mess I've gotten myself into and unfortunately it's dragged in the people I love."

There is silence.

"Thank you for your cooperation," Mom says after a while, but her voice sounds shaky and broken. I turn just in time to see a tear slip down her face and onto the table before she is up and gone. Rose looks back at her, and I keep facing forward.

"I didn't mean to make your mother upset..." Dad mumbles, staring out at the door after her. "I just..."

"It's okay, Dad," Rose says, turning to face him again. "Thank you for telling us all that you did." She smiles a small smile and then exits the room.

I sigh and shake my head. "Every mess seems to be entangled into another mess and it's just turning into one big..."

"Mess," Dad finishes.

I laugh and nod. "A mess. Exactly."

Dad shakes his head. "You know...I've done a lot of wrong things in the last few years. A lot. But this is one thing I've done that I know is right. Before, I would feel like I'm betraying Karai by telling you guys all this. But now, I would feel like I'm betraying you guys by not."

"It's all about what's important to you," I say.

"I wish I could've remembered that all along."

I'm about to respond, when my name is called from the doorway.

"Lex," says the blue-clad turtle. "Your mom wants you to come meet with us right now."

"Okay," I respond, and then glance over at my dad again. "Thanks again, Dad."

He just smiles sadly, and looks down.

As I stand up and head towards Leo, I see the blue-clad turtle staring at my father. He speaks.

"Thank you for telling us all you did, Mr. King," he says, and my father looks up. "We appreciate you doing it, even though it's hard."

"The right choices usually aren't the easiest," Dad says quietly. "So I'm glad it helps."

As I walk beside Leo down the hallway, he shakes his head and glances over at me. "I see now where you get all your on-demand proverbs from."

I laugh and hit him lightly. "Individuality is a key that unlocks doors that lead to places never visited before." I then walk faster to meet everyone else in the front room.

"There you go again!" He laughs, and catches up to me. I think we all feel a lot better knowing what we do. It's heavy knowledge to handle, but it's better than not knowing anything at all.

"The Purple Dragons...the Foot Clan...the Dark Angels," Mom says, looking around at each of us. "These are the people who have learned how to control our lives. They've found a way to claw at everyone important to us, and get to those who we love most." I don't know where everyone else's thoughts go, but mine go to all the people who have been harmed in any way because of these gangs.

Me. Noah. Kylan. My siblings. Casey. Sam.

Benjamin.

Mom sets her jaw. "They've controlled us for far too long. But not anymore. This is going to be challenging. This is going to hurt. This is going to risk more than I think we've ever risked in our lives, but you know what? If we're going to get hurt, we might as well get hurt on our feet, fighting back, because we aren't going to let them control us anymore." She shakes her head. "Dark Angels, Foot Clan, Purple Dragons, whatever they are, it doesn't matter anymore. The scale of danger was broken when I had to bury my own son."

Silence.

"We've lived far too long in fear of these people and although that fear won't go away, we aren't going to let it destroy more people we love. Not without at least trying harder than we ever have. We aren't going to take it anymore." She looks directly at me now, with a fire in her eyes. But the fire isn't directed at me. It's showing me that we are going to fight side by side. Together. "Not anymore."

A/N: Yay Emmeline isn't DEAD! And YAY she's talking to Shredder! AND YAYYY THEY ARE STANDING THEIR GROUND AND ARE GONNA TAKE BACK WHAT'S RIGHTFULLY THEIRS.

But how? Well, I guess we'll have to see(: obviously everyone is SUPER emotional and on edge at this point. My goal is to show that these things are affecting EVERYONE. The return of Jaxon King does not just affect Lexi and Rose, but affects Emmeline. And it doesn't just affect them, but it affects the Foot Clan, which affects the Dark Angels which affects pretty much everyone. Everyone is connected in some way. Just like Jaxon said: it isn't that easy to fix.

Good thing I'm the writer & I have SOMEWHAT of an idea of what I'm doing(: