My favorite part about this story is that its based off real life people with exact to match characteristics. Fantasy people are cool an' all but sometimes the real thing gives people that glimmer that what they really do wish for could happen to them, not just some fantasy person they make up. And It's hard finding stories on here where the guys are exactly to their true character and personality and actions to match without someone twisting it a certain way. Just like I promised I will be putting up Ultimate Family story after this story is done, the sequal to Ultimate Love story I finished two years ago, along with another project I've got in the works, I think some of you might approve ;) but you'll have to wait and see. The reviews are always awesome, I love how some of you think. A couple of you were half right, but dont think I havent planned out some fun stuff for ya ;) Everything written down was planned before it was started. Anyway . . . and . . . June 8th . . .Happy Birthday to me and to give myself and all of you a present I thought I'd get this ball rollin'.
Tally Ho
It was dark, there were orange street lamps. She felt she was dreaming but it was like her mind didn't believe her. It was new york, she could tell with the buildings, the alley, the trash the feeling.
It was like a ripple effect, every small thought would incorporate itself in the dream, most of the time.
She turned the side walk, out into the open. Turning she stepped on something , or for whatever reason she just decided to look down she guessed. There was a hand leading to a body, just laying there. There was another beyond that.
Her mind was giving her options, she wanted to go back to the alley and stay there, in the dark where the dream could lead itself somewhere else and she instinctually knew that. If she continued on the dark spaces would highlight every body, on the street . . .They were all dead.
It was turning light outside but the sun was coming up the other way, like afternoon all over again. She saw Michelangelo down the street past an intersection, wondering why he was out during the day, he'd be seen?
She walked towards him before starting to run, she guess he didn't see her because he took off sideways down another street past a building. She tried to talk but nothing came out, almost like a hoarse whisper "Wait, Hey!"
Kelly's eyes opened after she felt someone shake her, she raised her arm up in defense of herself. 'Oh wow . . .' she looked up from April O Neils couch. Michelangelo had his hands up.
"Relax Dudette, put down the fists of fury" He joked taking off the mascot head. It was late afternoon, April came back after Kelly had done everything she could do. She dusted off everything, she swept the floor, she leaned on the counter, lots of leaning . . .Lean . . .lean . .Lean.
"Did she get the job?" Kelly asked about Brandace, April was taking her to a job interview or something. "Yeah I believe so" April smiled back.
"Sweet, she's probably like 'super' happy". Kelly said before April looked over everything and said she could take a break. That break turned into an hour with nothing to really do so . . .She kinda dozed off.
"Ape said you passed out for a bit" Mikey stood there watching her try to get up . . ."Ugh" Kelly laid back down.
"Help?" She lifted a hand with a laugh.
"Alright Alright" Michelangelo leaned down with a shake of his hands all cocky like it was no big thing. Instead of helping her up he put his hands under her and started to pick her up.
Kelly laughed still sounding tired . . ."nooo noooo" She gave a light kick to the air hand grasping towards the couch where she had felt so comfy.
"Okay . . .Your up" He said holding her up while she turned her head away from him to hide the smile. "Noooo, sleep -Miss -Sleep"
"Your carriage awaits babe" He promised.
"Mind if I tag along?" April asked Michelangelo who shrugged with his own smile still holding up Kelly who didn't bother fighting it. She followed Michelangelo down the stairs, Kelly said she'd sit in the back so she could have the front.
April was adament, she knew her proposal wasn't completely far from reason. Three girls would need highschool degrees in order to further themselves, maybe even take college classes on their own someday. Who knew if they were going to be able to get back to their homes, Oklahoma, Iowa and California. April remembered getting the numbers for their parents cell phones and home phones from Kelly. She wasn't sure exactly how she'd explain how three girls from across the country showed up in her apartment at some point in time previous.
She couldn't help but feel slightly relieved the dial tones didn't pick up, but seeing the look on Kelly's face when she admitted she tried and with no success.
Michelangelo was humming a song to himself whisteling a few parts turning onto a shorter route to the warehouse garage. His shell cell ringing on the dash infront of Kelly.
"Hellooooo" He answered.
"Mikey, we've got action we have to move . . . Now"
"Woah , Bro I'm not even halfway home yet" Michelangelo answered Leonardo who sounded serious . . .Like that was anything new.
Kelly's expression was concerned in the back in his rearview.
"We've got something going on with the camera's we set up . . .Dragons" Leonardo finished, Michelangelo took a sharp turn in the giant van making Kelly and April nervous.
"Yeah, Be right there . . ." Michelangelo hung up with an apologetic look.
"Looks like the coach is booked dudes we gotta jet as soon as we get there"
Kelly looked up into the rearview mirror, Mikey winked at her from the mirror view, making her smile and look away out the window.
"Is everone alright?" April asked.
"Huh? . . OH yeah sis everythings cool" Michelangelo waved off. April wasn't sure about believing him but he seemed sincere enough.
(Emergency response)
"Mikey comin'?"
"Just called he's on his way with April and Kelly"
"Wheres Brandace?"
"Job interview" There was an irritated sigh in response that Leonardo heard audibly from Raph.
Donatello had the camera's and angles pulled up on the security cam system he had set up on his computer. The warehouse wire tripped and video of activity, they had to move now or they'd lose them . . .
Raphael was hitting his lower fist with his open palm, impatient and wanting to get going. Leonardo noticed the slight impatient habit develop from pacing, sometimes his brother would do both. Donatello was typing away at F key's switching to the main camera's and their different angles consecutively.
"Main ware store house, where the drug busts occured, Police have already stormed the place . . .They might just be Huns clean up crew, if the police are watching they'll wanna keep their arms and whatever contraband they have stashed away hidden, It's only a phone call away to a warrant, having been busted not too long ago". Donatello tapped the keys peering onto the screen looking while Leonardo with his arms crossed watched over his brothers shoulder.
Raphael took a hit to his punching bag on the other side of the lair, not wanting to lose the buzz he had going, that itching feeling for some action.
"Master . . ."
Leonardo spoke to Master Splinter who was also watching the camera vision on Donatello's computer. The way he addressed Master Splinter was almost like a question, and Donatello could hear it.
"Do what you must, Leonardo" Master Splinters tone was serious, and Donatello could tell what Master Splinter was giving them permission to do. In under no circumstances was there any misunderstanding that they had a plan, and that Master Splinter was giving them free reign to go about as they needed, this was a blessing that Donatello knew without a logical falter Leonardo would not let fail.
"Their coming in" Donatello pointed to the security camera's April and Kelly making their way in through another route to the tunnels towards home. Michelangelo took off to meet them jumping over the couch in mid leap.
(Rip Tide Walking)
April had ahold of Kelly's hand so they wouldn't get seperated, down here that would be an issue. She thought to herself. Normally she would have called one of the guys to come get her, the last time she got lost she had to call Donatello and they sent out a search party, Casey couldn't not stop laughing.
Kelly kept perfect pace with April, not wanting to seem slow. The smell wasn't her favorite, it was musty, wet and old with stale air. April looked like she was used to it.
"I think its down that way?" Kelly said out loud, while they turned into the darker tunnel, no maintenance lights in that part. Kelly kept closer to herself. April jumped causing Kelly to give a loud Gasp inwards jumping too.
April had a hand to her heart while Michelangelo stood, his hand on Aprils shoulder, smiling deviously at Kelly.
"Didn't scare you did I?" He smirked.
"Michelangelo" April shook her head smiling too but her heart racing.
"Is something going on?" April asked when Michelangelo started leading the way.
"Kind of a James Bond, transporter mixed with Mission impossible and the Soprano's deal going on" Michelangelo motioned with his hands and nodding.
"Oh, is that all" April said quirking.
Kelly felt like something might have been going on, but if it was something bad she wanted to believe that Michelangelo would tell her, especially if it was about them. Michelangelo's posture admitted shadows and light against his skin naturally in the dark tunnels against the stone walls. Reaching up he grabbed the third pipe from the left, the stone wall slid open from the other.
April walked over a little fast paced to Donatello's computer where everyone was standing around watching.
"Where is that?" She asked. Kelly got a smile from Michelangelo , she smiled softly back sitting on the couch unsure if she should go look too or just sit out incase she'd be in the way, taking off her cowboy boots and setting them under the coffee table.
"Where is that?" Kelly could hear April talking.
"Warehouse , east side docks . . .Purple dragon owned" Donatello's voice said lowly, like they were trying to keep quiet while standing around the screen.
"And within' their territory, its been markered all the way up and down the east side with dragon graffiti"
"Have you been watching this all week? Did you just tap into security?" April leaned over the desk glancing at what looked to be gang members at work. Some moving boxes, putting crates on movers, or checking crates and oil drums.
"We put in our own, I've thrown the signals to all the towers, it wont be traceable should they find one, considering their the size of a bottle cap, it'll be mistaken for a bolt more than likely. " Donatello tapped a few 'F' numbered keys showing the other camera visions and their angles.
Kelly's phone buzzed, She'd been able to get signal and free text thanks to Donatello who did something to it, she wasn't sure but she was able to call and text any of them when she needed to, and a specified ringtone told her It was from Brandace.
'Just got done, walking back to Aprils place on Bleeker'.
"Hey . . .Mikey?" Kelly called over unsure of whether she should bother them or not.
"Brandace is done" Kelly showed him the phone after walking over in a slow movement.
"Hey dudes, gonna go pick'her up" Michelangelo called jingling the van keys after Donatello tossed them to him from the computer chair not looking.
"Are you all leaving?" Kelly asked in a half whisper.
"Uh yeah . . .I'll go get Dudette number 2 and explain everything okay?" He waited earnestly for her response when she nodded before he took off tossing the keys up and catching them.
"What do you plan to do exactly?" April asked, while looking around at their faces. She felt a slight chill in the silence, each ones face looking as though none of them wanted to answer, seriousness emminating in their expressions.
"You should head home April, We've got things under control here" Leonardo gave a slight invisible nudge. She felt as though they wanted her to leave, for what she wasn't sure and wasn't sure she wanted to know.
"Be carefull okay?" She looked earnestly to Leonardo, then Donatello whose expression was almost apologetic, guilty even.
"You'll be the first to know if anything happens". Donatello said softly promising.
"Right" She nodded turning to leave the entrance opening for her after she pulled a pipe lever.
"No mistakes" Leonardo said quietly while he and his brothers were watching over the camera screen. Purple dragons searching the place and loading trucks of warehouse cargo. Raphaels shoulder turned from a stand up dummy he'd been hitting, looking from the side. Leonardo's eyes narrowed in all seriousness. Donatello tapped a key to view another set of cameras, taking a mental note as he viewed the screens.
'No mistakes'
(In All Seriousness)
Brandace waited outside for a cowabunga carl van to show up. She felt her heart pound hard when a large black vehicle rolled by, not sure if it was paranoia or if the driver really did look out at her, she kept looking around keeping still.
Joleen the diner and bar owner of Mckinney's interviewed her at first. After going over past work experience and having to keep a story straight for her to understand. There were answers she had to give that she knew she'd have to remember later on like April took her and her two 'sisters' in as a guardian. Joleen Hanabaker seemed to believe the story, even though she Kelly and Bethany looked nothing alike.
"Aprils such a sweet soul, I can see her doing something like that"
"She really is" She remembered saying during the interview.
After the Q and A was over she gave Brandace a tour of the diner, the bar, and the back room and storage cellar. She was old enough to sell alcohol and would have someone with her, and waiting on tables and learning to work the place wouldn't take too long, she got the job on the spot. At 18 8.00 an hour isn't something to complain about compared to a McDonalds job where the norm is 7.25
A double hit horn made her look up, Michelangelo waved through the front window, no cowabunga carl head on.
"Hey"
"Hey"
He put it in reverse before speeding off.
"We in a hurry?" She asked getting in, taking out her ponytail and shaking her hair.
"Ehhhh Kinda, Gotta get you back and then we've got some stuff to take care of"
"What kinda stuff?"
"Psh Errands you know" He waved it off stopping at a red light.
"Aww Shell" Michelangelo turned making the face mascot face after Brandace looked over at some guy looking up at Michelangelo in the drivers seat from the civic right next to them. As soon as it turned Green He punched it.
"I bet that gets annoyin'" She laughed.
"Dude you have no Idea" He turned. He had her get out so he could park in the hidden garage, lifting up the manhole cover with ease and having her go down first.
The smell was pungent, and musty but the shirt over her nose helped.
Michelangelo seemed to be in a kinda rush, leading her back to the Lair. "Uhhh yeah" He nodded turning left before they reached a sub level. She could hear a subway train roar nearby, unsure of her surroundings. Her eyes flashing into the dark spaces.
"So how'd you do?" Michelangelo asked trying to pick up conversation lightly with that skater boy likeness.
"Got the job" She smirked a little.
"Way to go" He said with enthusiasm and before she knew it they were heading down a set of stairs, through a maintenance way, down a set of packed stone walls and cement brick. He stopped her and pulled on the third lever from the left. The entrance way opened and everyone was standing around looking at her as she walked in.
"Donny" Leonardo motioned with a head nod to the side Donatello shut down the computer station.
Raphael rotated his shoulders seemingly ready to do battle. Were taking the van. Leonardo announced to Michelangelo who handed the keys over to Donatello after he held his hand out expectingly.
"When are you getting back?" Kelly asked knowing that he might not know either when Michelangelo looked up after picking up a slice of pizza from the box on the inntable and taking a long bite pulling cheese off the top.
"Uhhhh" Michelangelo looked over at Leonardo who seemed to be waiting. His expression nothing short of 'fearless leader'. Kelly noticed the almost dark expression, Mikey's face faltering.
"I uh need you to do us a favor babe . . . You and the other dudettes hang out here, have some pizza, do some game-age, whatever you dudettes do best, copesthetic?" He asked almost like he was half guilty.
"S-Sure" Kelly nodded before Leonardo called out Michelangelo's name.
Brandace stood at the end of the couch while Raphael passed by giving a glance but not stopping for a word. She scuffed the floor with her right boot watching them go, his expression serious and focused. Michelangelo went off taking one last glance back at Kelly before the entrance way closed.
(Closed deals and Cracked Windows)
"I dont know, I dont know nothing okay?" A girl spoke with a puerto rican accent.
"You didn't even get a look at the man? Aye Mi Madre" Javier was upset with her. She was supposed to take pictures of some chica at the mall he saw, somethin' about business . . . Diamond Rodriguez wasn't cool with that at all.
"Why you gotta be all ' I need you to do this for me baby' like its a favor, but I didn't see her today and now your all upset with me" She tilted her head in a slight sass like she does when she's suspicious with him.
"Why do you wanna picture of some other chica huh?" She crossed her arms.
" NO ES ASUNTO TUYO"
"Nuh uh! Me Debes una explicacion"
"I'm doing this for us, It's dragon business . . .Theyre looking for a couple of perras worth enough money to take care of us for a real long time"
Javier put his hands up to his girlfriends face gently while her pout was still there. Her arm had a dragon tattoo down the bottom with flowers adorning it. She was dragon property, as long as she wore this she'd be Javiers girl and get all the benefits so long as she kept quiet on things like this.
"I gotta go to work, I'll be back huh . . .lo mas pronto posible'.
She turned in her skirt while he felt up her thigh giving a kiss and leaving. Looking at her tattoo, she didn't feel as safe with it anymore as she used to. Not since that night, the bar she was at with another girlfriend. Someone took her arm and looked at her tattoo with a cellphone light, someone with big thick hard hands. The skin was dark but it didn't look black in the lighting when she did take a look afraid she'd get hit. After her arm was let go it was like it never happened just her standing in the parking lot. The news was on and then it hit her . . .Those girls that went missing and that girl dumped in the river . . .
"I'm doing this for us, It's dragon business . . .Theyre looking for a couple of perras worth enough money to take care of us for a real long time"
'Javier wouldn't do nothing like that' . . . Her doubts seeded into her, then she noticed the camera on the counter, it was a disposable. He wanted her to go take pictures of some girl she saw in the mall the other day.
'Help me maria mary mother of god' she prayed holding onto a rosary she had around her neck.
(If you wanna get out alive: Three Days Grace)
"It has to be a sleeve or face tattoo, with four claws full on purple" Donatello said looking up from a photo array he'd had collected from varous sources. They parked the Van in a dark alley corner, just a couple of blocks down from the harbor side warehouse.
Raphael gave his own secret smile, looking out the window after opening the Van door. Donatello looked around as all three of his brothers dissapeared, this would be one of their great feats should they survive this one.
"Shouldn't be too difficult . . .Picking a sheep off from the heard" He said aloud to himself amusingly, almost taken back by how dark he sounded about it. But information required extracting from a source, with limited sources they had to improvise. Especially when bodies were involved.
In the dark Leonardo dissapeared from the passengers like he hadn't been there, the sound of the van opening and closing while Michelangelo and Raphael both vanished from their seats after he turned off the vehicle. Locking it and getting out grabbing his bo staff from the back seat.
Michelangelo looked out from his dark spot under a set of double windows in the warehouse above an air conditioner. He saw a flash of one of his brothers around the side. "Heh" He laughed pulling himself up on the gutter pipe to the window.
(Pitch black)
"Tell 'er were doing what we can, the Dragons have other obligations other than running her highness' errands"
"She knows of your petty drug ring and ciggarette tax scams, the man you work for was paid a percentage to successfully complete the mission beset your organization"
"Keep workin'" Greg was managing this operation again. Den clean up. Duncan sure as hell wasn't going to do it this late at night when he had to collect 'rent' from the local peewees this morning. Another incident with a girl ending up in the river made Hun blow his gun and he broke his office desk, but not before saying he was assigning him to do the clean up, the detectives wanted to get in but without Huns permission or a warrant they wouldn't get a sniff, doesnt mean some pigs wont play dirty they'd been posting surveilance of the area for three fuckin' weeks. Some of them looking at the cars and Vans in the parking lot, Hun had the punk vince or vance, whatever hell the kids name was take the Vans out to Jersey for serious clean up and to re do the interior. Fuckin' morons.
"She understands you have been under serveilance" . . .
Some kid with a japanese accent under a black suit, like he'd just walked out of a comic book convention, a gas mask to add a touch of russion revolution, all he'd need is a baseball bat and he could be something out of a video game. Damn kids.
"Hun's had us looking for these so called girls with the same description for months with no success, in the business world we call that . . ." He blew his cigar smoke the other way "Lost profit" Greg took in his cigar.
"You can tell your royal highness I mean no disrespect but we need somethin' more substatial then a couple of photos of clouds and shadows to find two females ages ranged from 16-to 22, in a city of thousands". He put it to the young buck straight.
"She will be in touch with you and your boss with other evidence"
"Until then kid . . .have a nice night" Greg gave a friendly 'Get away from me' smile, before feeling something slice through the air, the end of his cigar hitting his leather shoes, the smallest whisper of a cut.
"You shouldn't smoke, bad for you"
Before Greg could turn still staring at his cigar cut in half , his boot covered with ash. The wannabe phantom dissapeared. . .
(If you wanna get out alive: Three days grace)
"A.K's in this one"
"It'll have to go in the back of your truck mount"
"The fuck it will, I aint getting pulled over with that shit"
While one was bickering with the other, if they looked up closely into the dark of the beams above them, they would notice the outline of a large animalistic body, the glint of light against metal.
In the flourescent lights of the warehouse, they watched their boss for the night come out of the office room, he was talking with somebody.
"Ey Greg who you talkin to in there?"
Greg kept to himself pocketting the cigar he 'was' enjoying. "Finish loading and get to your destinations, the sooner you finish and stop asking questions the sooner you get paid and I dont have to babysit your asses". A few of the guys and a girl they had called for the job kept their mouths shut from then on.
'Someone was with him' . . . No one came out of that office.
Two cold brown eyes watched the one in the suit, the light smell of cigar wafting into the air where he and his shadow were hidden.
Out of the corner of his eye he watched a dark clothed body move out the side door next to the double garage doors . . . Someone just left . . . that someone wasn't a purple dragon.
Those cold brown eyes narrowed. 'This smelled all too familiar'.
A Bo staff poked out from the darkness on the other side, just barely before dipping back in, giving signal of their position.
"I got it" A woman with blonde and black hair, was picking up a crate of tools while all the men around her went to get it for her. Her arm had a dragon tattoo. 'Not her'
Those eyes surveyed the other prey. She walked out to the garage doors, loading it in the back of a Van. Two other guys, and one in a leather jackett were carrying boxes through the warehouse to another section or out the front way. Leonardo watched the hallway light they walked into lose the lights . . .'Raph'.
"I'd like to get home sometime before three A.M alright?!" One was arguing with another.
"Quit your bitching".
'Too fuckin' easy'
The lights went out, An arm around the neck holding in a choke hold , gasping for air and wrestling with the python arm around his neck. Shouting . . .
"Quit fucking around!"
"I'm Not!"
A snap sent the body to the floor, and a throw to the wall. Head making contact with cement walls tossing him onto the other.
In the storage garage, a sword glinted in the light before Greg noticed a metallic glare, The wires connected to the light fixtures above were cut and the place went black.
Those eyes kept on the sheperd, his sheep seperated.
"HEY!" A pound on the door. Blondie was locked out of the doors to the garage. She hit the windows as the place went black, figuring the door locked on its own or one of the guys who hit on her locked her out on purpose.
Greg heard knocking on the door, but couldn't see anything.
"Hey Reid, find the fuse box-!" Something flapped over his face, like a bag. Something tripping his balance and throwing him into a wall. Turning with a tightened fist throwing it, feeling something catching his fist and tightening it's hold, crushing his hand. He went to grab the bag off his head feeling his arm get twisted in an almost military like position. The pain of his arm behind him made him grasp at the leg of whoever was holding him. Whoever it was was big and so was the leg.
"Ah!" He hollered in pain from the twisting. Something sharp stuck in his arm. A needle . . .Someone was drugging him!
"Fuck! Fuckers" He stood up feeling whoever it was slam his front torso to the wall arm twisted upwards harder a hand to the back of his neck holding him there a large hand.
"Whats going on in there . . HELLO!"
She finally managed to get in but no lights. Not sure if she should go in or just run. She heard struggling, taking a run and running into the door after it slammed behind her.
"Oh shit" She whispered reaching for the handle only to find it gone.
"Wheres the . . ." She slid down the door to the floor looking around and hyperventilating as she tried to breathe.
"Greg!?" She shouted, a guttering sound of a struggle answered her from not too far , just across the room. The something falling to the floor.
She kept completely still . . .afraid to move. A shadow outline of something . . .something big glowed lightly in the light that came through the little light in the window from a street lamp nearby in the back parking way. She prayed it would leave her alone, that it would take what it wanted and would leave.
"Leave her"
A whisper made her heart pound, she could hear it in her ears . . .Thump Thump Thump Thump . . .In constant motion.
After a few moments of silence she wasn't sure if she could stand. But she knew where the lights were . . .The office light in the room just 10 feet away. She listened for anything before standing up, nothing. She ran for the office door opening it and shutting it quickly flipping on the light switch. She flipped the desk lamp and hid under the desk locking the door. She reached for the phone, fumbling for it listening intently for any footsteps that would be slowly coming after her.
Her breath choked as she dialed for a number . . .No tone! She hyperventilated hearing nothing. looking out the office windows peeking over the edge, using her compact mirror from her purse. She saw no one , the coast was clear. Fumbling with the door handle she reached for the hallway, that lead to the front of the warehouse. Reaching for the light switch and flipping it a couple of times
"No, come on" She nearly choked crying. She stood up and broke out into a sprint , she had to get out.
"UH!" She fell over something and landed on what felt like . . .Bodies. Lifting her hand feeling something warm trickle from her hand to her arm. She got up feeling herself crying out of pure panic. Her heart in complete over drive when she finally reached the front breaking through the doors and running to her car, not stopping . . .
The office phone dangling over the desk , no dial tone.
(Cracks in the sidewalk)
He felt the bag over his head, cover his breath while Oxygen seeped in through the fibers. his hands were twisted behind him while a cold metal flooring with bumpy movement caused discomfort, and rope burn under his suit jacket.
" Were not taking him back . . ."
"We can't take him to Ape's"
Voices were whispering, he didn't recognize them.
"Were not risking everyones safety over this"
"It's already a risk . . .At least he wont be able to find his way if he gets out"
"Dudes I dont want him around Kell-"
"We know Mikey" Another voiced tried calming the first one.
whoever they were, they were arguing. . .Over him.
'Fuck am I on a hit list already' Greg felt his stomach churn from the cigar and the dinner he had not yet eaten. He kept still . . .His head hazy ready to fall back into the dark. His head leaned against the bumping metal floor, everything except the sounds of the vehicle moving kept him in silence the bag not suffocating him but pull strung around over his head.
(Precautionary)
Master Splinters ears perked in the direction the noise came from.
"Tell them to get in their rooms, There can't be any chance he might see them" Donatello urged ahead, carrying the guy with Raph who had the other half of the man.
"This guy could stand to lose a few" Donatello breathed out. Raphael rolled his eyes before leaning up and under, the guy over his shoulder.
"The storage area" Donatello directed. Michelangelo ran in to make sure no one was on the couch. Kelly was asleep on a blanket. Bethany in a chair , Brandace was somewhere else.
"Babe, Hey" Michelangelo gently shook her shoulder. Kelly's eyes opened slowly looking up at him, her hair pressed against the pillows.
"Hi" She looked up in a half breath, stretching her front upwards, tired.
"Hey dudette lets get you in bed" He leaned under picking her up while her body melded in, she leaned her head against him, obviously tired considering the hour, it was almost three thirty in the morning now, having to wait for the 'cover of darkness' as mr. leader put it.
Mikey turned holding Kelly to open her door to her sub car room. Leonardo looking around in a strong motioned rush waking up Bethany and telling her to go to her room to sleep.
"I can't sleep in there" She said tiredly looking up at him. Michelangelo chuckled, fearless trying to be serious and kind at the same time when in reality he looked like he was ready to just pick her up and do it for her.
"You can sleep in my bed tonight" He offered quickly in a deep reply. Bethany stood up with her blankett moving her hair to the side while Leonardo watched her go up the stairs to the end of the hall, waiting until he heard a door open and close before motioning to Raph to come in with the stiff.
"In here" . . .
Donatello had moved a wooden chair where Raphael set the guy on upright.
"Everything okay?" Kelly's tired voice asked, it would've been kind of cute if the moment was right. Michelangelo thought pulling her covers back and tucking her in while she crawled in slowly.
"Yeah" He answered not liking lying to her but what else could he do. He put a hand behind his head, stressed out. Quickly adjusting her covers before leaving, making sure they were up onto her shoulder. She sighed pushing half her face into her pillow, and for a couple of seconds standing there he wanted to crawl in next to her. Admiring her outline and the way her hair fell over the pillows and her shoulder just peeking from under the blanket. Michelangelo looked back with his own serious expression, one that kept in mind he had someone to protect who really needed him. Striding from Kelly's subcar to where his brothers were getting stuff done.
"This door stays barred at all times" Leonardo's voice matched his motion to the door. "The girls stay out of this room, and I'll let master Splinter know we have a house guest".
"Heh, welcome to Motel Lair" Michelangelo cracked a joke.
"He should be conscious soon I only gave him half the dose of tranquilizer". Donatello looked up from the needle they had which they were going to save for when he would . . .If he would be let go. It wasn't like they did something like this every day, and Michelangelo knew that this was last resort stuff, his Bro's weren't the kidnapping type. But if it was gonna keep Them and Kelly safe. Michelangelo didn't feel right about it, and he was sure even Fearless Leader probably wasn't feelin' too good about it neither.
The black bag was replaced with an extra mask that was wrapped around this guys vision. The bag left on with the bottom loose. Laying halfwise on the chair.
(Prisoner of War)
No sense of time entered his mind, and he wasn't sure how long he'd been out. But the first couple of things that entered his mind besides body pain was a full bladder and the need for a ciggarette.
He turned unsure if anyone was in the room watching him. The sound of twisted ropes attached to this damn wooden chair that was givin' him back pain.
The bag on his head was loose at the bottom, to where he could see a dirty cement floor. The musty smell made him crinkle his nose lightly breathing slowly, his mind threatening sleep mode.
'What the hell did I get myself into' He thought lifting his head slightly to see up a little more. Something tight around his eyes caused his lids to want to stay closed.
Flashbacks of last night floated acrossed his memory, like a bad hangover . . .a really fuckin bad hangover'.
The sound of squeaking metal, and a door hinge moving, made him stay completely still. Thoughts of getting his ass kicked, or even getting shot was a possibility he'd have to face within the next ten seconds.
Whoever it was was completely quiet. He didn't like that, He didn't like the quiet at all. Feeling eyes burn through the bag , directed at him.
The bag ontop of his head was ripped off , he kept still when his body wanted to jump. If his eyes looked anywhere it would have been straight ahead. Trying to use his hearing to find whoever was in this room with him.
"Greg Hansen , 43 . . . Park Avenue, owner of a 2002 buick, Purple Dragon"
Greg stopped short, this voice was deep, and knew details about him only someone who'd been looking out for awhile could find.
"Found me" Greg offered lightly, knowing there were two things you should do in a situation like this, keep your captor amused, and dont argue. The faces of his two little girls back home crossed his mind, at least they werent being mentioned.
"How do you know Hun" Another voice asked directly, to his right infront of him.
'This was where he had to make a decision, talk and answer their questions or . . .'
Greg felt a hit on the back of his head, thrushing his head foward his chin hitting his chest, he shook his head slightly.
"From back in the day I suppose"
"How long"
"35 years"
There was a paused silence, the air was silent, and the sound of metal grabbed his attention from behind him, turning his ear slightly to find it.
'Shit'
"What is your area of expertise" A faster sounding more verbally inclined voice asked.
'This is where youre' supposed to dam up your trap'
Another hit to the side of his head, this time he felt dizzy. His right ear stinging from the whap.
'These might be the ones Hun is looking for, the reason why two patrols and three busts were pulled in the last year'.
"Recently reassigned"
"To what" that same voice to his right demanded.
Greg felt something sharp point at the back of his neck, not hard but whoever was behind him was letting him know 'it was there'.
"Babysitting, making sure deals were successfull, and (Cough) special assignments"
"Heh, Guy thinks he's a secret agent" Whoever was behind him pointing the knife , he assumed, spoke. Brooklyn accented, and deep. Non familiar.
"What do you know about the recent abduction, rapes and murders of Girls ages 14 to 20 in the area"
'They know'
Greg lowered his head thinking , breathing in slowly. The sharp point at the back of his neck pushed slightly more, he was definitely aware of it.
"Sounds like you already know"
Right after he said that the door slammed, but the sound of a sigh said that someone just left the room but he wasn't alone, the back of his neck twinged at the push of the sharp object ready to stick itself into his neck and paralyze him as a vegetable for the rest of his life.
"Who are they after . . .And why"
"Two young women, dont know their age, white, one brown hair and average build 5 foot 7 maybe 160 pounds. The other around 5 foot 3 , smaller Reddish brown hair, brown eyes, good sized rack- umph!"
There was a harder hit to the side of his head. 'Alright Greg that was stupid' he mentally chastised himself. "Or so i've been told". He added with subtle sarcasm for amusement.
"Why are they on Huns snatch and grab list, and whose payin' the tag" The voice behind him asked, the sharp point at the back base of his neck made him move his body forward but the sharp pain followed not giving him any slack.
"Hun doesnt know them, and neither do I . . .bought and paid for, a benefactor" He added for good measure.
"I'm only going to ask this once . . ." The voice infront of him got higher, whoever it was was standing up. Something sharp was against his chest now the one on his neck dissappeared.
"Who is the benefactor"
Greg looked up at whoever was holding whatever it was to his chest knowing the blind fold prevented from seeing. "Not alot of people know about them . . ."
Raphael backed up feeling something right out of a thriller movie send a wave of static up the back of his neck. Leo had one of his katanas against the mans chest, right over the heart. This man had nothin' ta' lose.
"They were responsible for the hugest invisible crimewave a few years back . . ."
Leo's eyes were narrowed, his teeth partially gritted.
'It can't be the-"
"Some oriental gang straight outta japan . . .A clan called 'The foot"
Raphael watched Leo stand up and sheath his sword, opening the heavy door and striding out like the place was on fire. Raphael watched this guy turn his head around, walking around the chair to the door quietly leavin'.
Greg listened but didn't hear anything, they left. Now the only question was , was he going to live to see his little girls next birthday, or had he served his purpose. He used to say, business was business . . . But now that saying left a bitter taste in the back of his throat with no water to coat it.
Raphael re closed the sliding bar lock. 'Not that the guy was gonna get out without one of them hearin' im stumblin around tied to a chair'"
"They were there last night" Leonardo admitted. Donatello looked up from his computer and Raph felt the can of soda he had in his hands crunch. Michelangelo looked up leaning on the couch, arms crossed.
"One was there . . .In that office with him" Leonardo confirmed, that shadow and someone slipped out, he secretly hoped it wouldn't be anything but an enemy they thought had died out.
"If the foots back then-" Donatello stared.
"It's worse than we thought" Leonardo finished.
"Well I say we go back in dere and find out what was said, If I gotta beat the livin' tar outta the guy I'll do it" Raphael stormed back to the door nearly tearing the bolt off, Slamming it behind him almost hitting Donatello who tried to follow in the face.
"What'd he say to ya"
Donatello watched while Raphael lifted the guy and the chair up with one arm by the shirt, the suit almost threatening to tear, legs barely touching the ground.
"The foot soldier . . .what did he say"
"He was pissed off"
"About what!" Raphael asked sharply gripping harder with both hands.
Donatello kept silent, they werent to use eachothers names in front of this guy.
"The benefactor wasn't gettin' results-"
"Results?" A dark toned Leo walked in with Michelangelo who shut the door again.
"Dead bodies of innocent girls showing up in the river and people who will never feel safe again after being abducted raped and traumatized . . .Those arent results" He shouted darkly like it was a question.
"The lower level initiates arent in my charge, Once they were given the bounty order that was it . . .All hell broke loose"
This guy seemed genuine, but not enough for Raphael to put him down gently. Instead shoving him back onto the chair and pulling a Sai out and putting it against the left side of his neck.
The mans head tilted away slightly. "Baby dragons aint got the right girl so they just hump and dump em' is that it?" Raphaels voice was lowered to a dangerous tone. Donatello looked at Leo almost wondering if he would be asked to move him back.
"I dont know why they want these two this badly. But once word got out -" He took a gulp of air, sweat forming under the blind fold.
"-That was it, and when the money got raised things got worse. After . . .After that girl in the east river was found Hun ordered a halt to it"
Raph non verbally demanded with a push of his sai slightly to the mans skin pushing inward to keep talking.
"Too much heat after our first warehouse was found out, The guy in charge of Huns drug shipments complained and Hun made it stop . . .Too many girls were endin' up bein' brought in with no results. After awhile Hun thought they might've left the city so they were told to bring in photos"
"Photos?" Leonardo repeated.
"Yeah, take a picture and send them into the benefactor if it matched the guy who took the photo would get a sit down with Hun and a all expenses paid way to be a shit head the rest of his life".
Raphael would've chuckled except he was too pissed off to laugh. There was a girl in her bed right now sleepin', didn't do nothin' to nobody and she's been forced into hiding . . .Like them. But thanks to these guys . . . Her lifes' gonna be nothin' but lookin' over your shoulder and wonderin if the person down the streets' out ta get 'er.
"After the girl ended up in the river, the abductions stopped, but the NYPD was still looking at Hun, sending officers to conduct 'surveilance', and even tried getting in without a warrant".
"What'll happen to the two young women should they be found" Leo demanded an answer.
"I dont know . . . I got two of my own back home, and as hard as their lookin' and with the price raising . . .I wouldn't wanna know what that Bruce lee wannabe boys club will do to them".
Leonardo knew this man was going for sympathy by mentioning he had daughters of his own. 'A man who had daughters and worked for a gang crime boss who was in the business of kidnapping and abusing someone elses daughters'.
'Humans . . .Sometimes he felt like he was human, other times he felt as far apart from them as he could be'.
"If its not too much to ask . . . I have to piss"
Donatello looked down after an eye roll. Leonardo got up leaving, he was done with this for now. Raphael grabbed a buckett setting it in the corner. He sure as shell wasn't getting out of this room, not without getting knocked out. "I'll uhh get our guest some grub" Michelangelo said melancholy like with a lightness to it, faking enthusiasm.
It was five A.M, and none of them had slept yet.
"Raph" Leonardo stopped his brother.
"I'm headin' ta bed" Raphael pointed with his thumb upstairs, obviously too tired to be angry anymore.
Leonardo looked around. "Mikey lock the door when your done".
"Yeah" Michelangelo said putting a bowl of captain crunch and some birthday cake from one of his last jobs on a tray. A soda, and a bag of popcorn considering they were low on groceries he didn't wanna share the pepperoni and pineapple he ordered last night.
(Mistaken Woe's)
Kelly went to the bathroom, sluggish and tired, moving her bouncy and soft bed hair around from her face so she could see. She heard someone doing something in the kitchen, not thinking anything of it.
It was too early but when you have to go y'know. She reached for the toilet paper with no success, knocking it onto the floor. Her hair drooping with her neck in defeat. "mmmm ugh" She reached again.
Kelly reached for the handle fumbling at first twisting softly and walking out with sock padded footsteps. She heard slight humming , Mikey was humming a show tune. Pushing her hair up slightly with one hand she walked down that hallway that anyone was rarely in, at the end was Master Splinters room, and then a storage room with weights in it. A couple of doors she hadnt explored yet. One of them was the helmet room. Where the helmet of the shredder was kept.
She heard Michelangelo down the hallway, following it.
She was still tired but if Mikey wanted to go cuddle up to a movie she wouldn't mind. That and his bed is warmer . . .Alot warmer.
Kelly sniffled from the sleepiness rubbing her eyes of sleep walking around A giant metal door which was another store room had noises coming from in there. "Mikey?" She said softly, not sure if she was heard. There was a giant bar slider across the door but it wasn't locked. She opened the door looking in, with the one lamp that was glowing across the room on the floor. . . Kelly paused.
"Hello?"
That wasn't Mikey's voice. "Hello?" She asked back.
"Oh shit" She stood watching this guy who was up against a corner, a bucket below him, the sound of a zipper. The man had a mask on? . . .The face turned . . .'He was blindfolded'.
Kelly felt everything in slow motion as the man reached out for her she backed away bumping into the door, he tripped over the bucket falling ontop of her.
"MIKEY!"
Kelly shouted This man was blindfolded, looking around but not being able to see, He had a hand on her leg and the other gripping her arm. She tried to kick him off but was trying to stand.
"Get Off!" She kicked while this unknown man reached for the door. Her eyes were wide and her heart beat was pounding. The sound of heavy footsteps and then a green leg kicked upwards sending him flying back against a wooden chair.
"Mikey!" Kelly shouted completely confused and scared. Michelangelo looked angry, and even frightening. He lifted the blindfolded man up by the shirt and threw him against a wall with a grunt of force. The man struggling while Kelly was still on the floor in shock. The unknown man tried to football rush Michelangelo who caught it just before he could tear his blindfold off.
"Whats going on!"
"Mikey!"
Donatello ran in. Kelly stood up still using the wall for support.
All three struggled while Michelangelo held the man up by the back. Donatello forcing the man into the chair that was broken on one leg now held up by the corner.
Leonardo heard the noise running to double check, only to see the door in the hall infront of master splinters bedroom open. Pulling out one sword and looking into the room. Donatello stood breathing hard, the man in the corner with a running blood dripped nose, his blindfold half askew which Donatello ripped down to fix. Michelangelo who was . . .Hugging Kelly. A terrified looking Kelly who only stared at the man across the room.
"I'm- S-Sorry I thought you were in here" She said in a half panicked whisper. Michelangelo and Leonardo locked eye contact.
"Got everything under control . . .Don?" Leonardo asked even though he could see it was.
"Everyones fine . . .Just . . .A misshap" Donatello nodded. Kelly's eyes wide and in shock from the run in.
"I didn't mean to-"
"I know babe its cool" Michelangelo was trying to make everything better.
"Lets get you outta here" Michelangelo walked behind Kelly who folded her arms.
"He can't stay here for too long" Donatello said to Leonardo after locking the door and padlocking for safety.
Leonardo didn't say anything, as both brothers stode down the hallway.