Quiet.
You needed an area that offered it while Leo and his brothers trained the other turtles; luckily, there was one in the lair. Your old, old room. Opening the door, slowly, peer inside. It was still here, to your surprise. You couldn't help but smile tearfully; honestly, you thought it would be turned into an extra food room for Mikey, a new lab for Donnie, training for Leo, or drumming for Raph….or a memorial for Splinter. But here it remained, as it had. The bed up against the wall had new sheeting, no doubt from Donnie. He was the one who helped you keep the place clean and taught you; it was no wonder this place had not a spect of dust. Testing to make sure, you slide a finger on the makeshift bookshelf (courtesy of Donnie and Raph), find nothing but a nice gloss. Your collection of books were still here; again, Donnie made sure to fill them and Splinter. Trailing a finger over the spines stop, a cold pit knotted in your stomach, and you knew why. Swallowing the lump in your throat, turn slowly around and rest your eyes at the shadow under your bed.
That book…those books were there. You knew because…parts of their teaching remained within you. Clasping a hand on your arm, squeeze it tightly, push back the dark markings that began appearing. It took you a moment, but you managed. Master Splinter was correct, knowing such knowledge would never fade. Your stomach for a moment swirled uneasily, calming yourself, settle it. Ignoring the urge to seek and use said knowledge; opening and pulling out the second drawer of your second dresser, find what you were looking for; incense, chalk, strips of paper, and ink.
Lighting the incense, you draw a particular symbol on the floor, with the ink and paper, write a few kanjis mixed with a bit of Latin. Not sure why, but Donnie managed to get you on a book on that, which you furthered on your own. Once everything was set up, sit in the center of the symbol and close your eyes. Humming and chanting to yourself softly, lift yourself off the ground. Hovering in the center, tether yourself (it was essential), and within a few seconds, enter the nexus. A surge rippled through every microfiber within you, cracking it up three times with energy.
You smiled quietly, as always.
Opening your eyes to the Nexus, seeing all and every line, trail, connections flowing in and out. All around. From here to there. Stretch out as far as the eye can or could see, all the countless lights, each of its own color. You could feel their presence…their emotions…essence, everything. And if tempted, though you hadn't and Bishop's was against, could reach out…further than this earthly plane. To the vast world above it.
You weren't ready, Bishop's voice echoed. Keeping you rooted.
Turning your focus back, scour through the lights, gliding delicately through the lines, being mindful not to touch them. All that you saw were familiar; you needed the ones unfamiliar. Not from here. It didn't take you long to find them, to find the line. Reaching out a finger, tap it feathery, see.
Your heart…froze and sunk. It was Shredder and Kraang….giving another look realizes there was something clearly different about these two. Something seemingly non-threatening and rather cartoonish. Those feelings evaporated. Where were they exactly, and….what were Bepop and Rocksteady doing with them; more importantly, did Krang have an image of Trans-projector Microchip? You move closer, quietly, to hear.
"With it, we can project a portal to Dimension X," Krang burped, "and bring an army here. To conquer this world."
"But where do we find this technology, Commarad Krang?" Asked Rocksteady.
You knew and turned white.
"Earth Protection Forces, secret facility," you and Krang say in unison.
"No!" You gasp, breaking your hold and fling yourself out the nexus back to your body. The force of your return banged you against your door.
The sound alerted April and the others. "May! May!" She shouted.
You heard her and the others but paid them no mind. Reconfiguring yourself, slowly stand; April opens the door and holds your arm, helping you stable.
She looked you over, "May? What's up? What happened?"
Casey came to your other side to assist. Holding your head, take a moment with your conscience. The others could see your pained expression.
"I..I…" you take yours back, staggering out into the halls, using the walls as support.
Your eyes hadn't returned, and those…golding markings remained. You weren't fully disconnected from the nexus yet. It pulsated through you, casting a glow around you. The other turtles' mouths nearly dropped.
"May," April called for you again, carefully approaching you, unintentionally you cast a shield; Donnie pulled her back.
You stop and manage to find your breath and center; taking a few deep breaths brings yourself back. Exhaling softly and calmly, turn around to the others. April broke from Donnie and rushed over.
Her hands cup your face, and her eyes scan you with worry. Touched, she hadn't changed despite your grown…maturity, smiling softly lay your hands upon hers'.
"I am fine, sister. But," you step away from her and turn around with urgency. "I need to go."
"What? Why?"
You didn't answer. Worry and flapping panic controlled your departure. Flying off before anyone could say a thing, a trail of fading light left in your wake.
Across the city, you rocketed, being careful not to shatter the windows from speed took to high tops and open air. No one below saw the stream of light above, your heart racing and spiking with each second. The warehouse, Krang was sending Bebob and Rocksteady there…the others! Bishop was there, thankfully, but other members of EPF, and quite frankly, as well as they were trained, none were really much a match for the two mutants.
Oh, you wanted to be there; you desired it. Squinting your eyes against the pressure and whipping winds, slightly blurring your vision…unusual, really. Speckles of bright light appeared, stretching out; you weren't sure but found yourself fading in an open space filled with stretching tunnel lights. It felt as though it was pulling you in. You tried shaking it off…away, even blinking a few times while keeping your mind on the EPF warehouse; you hadn't noticed yourself coated in intangible gold energy. With one more blink, you suddenly find yourself standing before the warehouse.
"What-?" You take a moment and gaze around; this was the place. But…you wondered…how?
Noticing transparent a hand, becoming solid, gasp. Wanting to understand this…new….development, remember your reason. Running to one of the secret entrances, quickly scan your eye and rush in. Just as you thought, EFP men beaten and wounded on the floor. Those two were here; as quickly as your stomach knotted, your blood raged. Only for your heart to calm them both, holding a hand out mutter an incantation, outline each man with golden energy. Their soft whimpers of pain lowered.
"There," you sigh, relieved.
While they healed, you quietly fly down the hall to the lower levels. The elevator wasn't there; those two took it. With the men you found, do the same thing and fly down. You didn't land, keeping yourself lifted unaided and continue down the hall.
The further you went, the more you saw men wounded; you healed them instantly. On the last group of men, hopefully, Bebop and Rocksteady came.
"Yo, dog, that was way easy," the warthog gloated, "we so slick an eel is jealous."
"Yes! We skid in like the sky on slopes!" Rocksteady added, with a hearty laugh.
"Ain't nothing gonna ruin this, boy! Nothing! Celebration!"
You calmly fly and set yourself before them, eyes glowing and brows knotted; they stop. Bebop hitched a squeal. Their eyes drop to the crackling energy coating your hands.
"Celebratory amusement, revoked," you seethed softly, ice lacing each word.