The Forgotten - Chapter Three
By Red Turtle
Hey, you all.
Simon and Molly are fourteen. Jory and Tory are fifteen. Nikki and Darin are sixteen. I will reveal some of their relationship with their father, but I don't know if I'll get into their whole origin in this story.
The Mighty Morphin Power Ranger thing was a tribute to my high school years ago, when a lot of the guys were running around yelling "Green Ranger" and stuff, after the Green Ranger debuted, and I was thinking about how weird and interesting it was that all these teenagers were so into this (I watched it a little bit, but I haven't seen it in years).
Also, they obviously speak English very well, but they aren't going to know the words for everything, and I'm trying to write their lingo based off of friends who speak more than one language.
Oh, warning, there is something in here that might make people fall of their chairs laughing. Especially Donatello fans.
Chapter Three:
The next mourning Mike woke up early, determined to make a really good breakfast to solve everyone's problems. But when he arrived in the kitchen, he found the twins Jory and Tory already busily preparing food.
"Hey", He greeted.
"Hi", they both greeted back. Jory whisked eggs together and Tory chopped up two onions and some tomatoes that had been in the fridge.
"Ahh...what were your names again?" Mike asked. He couldn't remember which was which, and didn't want to embarrass them.
"Jory and Tory", they both said in unison.
"Oh, I meant, which is Jory? I can't tell you apart."
"I'm Jory", one said.
"No, I'm Jory. He's Tory", the other said, and they both smiled evilly.
"Well, if I wanted to talk to Jory, which one would I talk to?" Mike tried.
"What do you need to talk to Jory about?" they inquired together.
"Nothing, I'm just trying to learn who you are. My brothers and I all wear different colored bandanas, so you can tell us apart. I think it's friendlier."
They both frowned, remembering how often Akira had tried to get them to behave like "normal" brothers. That ruined the game for them.
"Okay", Jory said, "I'm really Jory. He's Tory."
Tory stopped cutting, found a marker by the refrigerator, and marked his hand with an X.
"Is that better?" he asked.
"Yeah. Bandanas are good though."
"Naw, we'd both want to be green."
Mike stepped in to see what they were making. Jory was adding the last of the milk to the eggs; Tory had started cooking the onion.
"There's not enough for everyone", he pointed out. There had only been four eggs.
"It's mostly for Simon", Jory explained.
"We really want him to remember us", Tory continued.
"Oh. Well, we still have some garlic left. That's good for memory", Mike told them, and pulled another clove from the refrigerator. Splinter happened to come across a large supply of good garlic cloves right before they found Simon. He crushed it up and added it to the eggs and vegetables. He thought they would really need to find more food, especially with all these additionally mouths to feed. All that was left for everyone else's breakfast was ten slices of bread, some butter, a jar of peanut butter, three bananas and some yogurt. But if there was a chance of fixing Simon with an omelet Mike was ready to try it.
Soon it was all done. They got it on a plate and woke up Simon.
"Here, eat this, it's to help you remember", the twins all but ordered him.
Still half asleep, Simon obediently shoved some in his mouth. The taste woke him up fully. He almost complained, but the looks on Jory, Tory and Mike's face made him resign to eat the weird omelet. They watched him expectantly the whole time, making him a little uncomfortable.
"Remember us yet?" Jory asked as soon as Simon was done eating.
"No. Sorry", Simon told them.
"We're going to help you. Simon, you remember Turkish?" Jory asked.
"I remember how to speak it. I don't remember learning it."
"Hatirlamak", Tory emphasized, meaning remember. Simon nodded.
"You used to be afraid of the dark, and one time we scared you so bad you actually jumped out the window. You don't remember that?"
"Nayir", he said.
"What about when we put a ton of...biber (pepper) in you and Molly's birthday cake, and you ate some it and your tongue burned for hours?"
Simon scowled at what an unhappy time that must have been.
"I don't remember anything, you guys", he told them. He wasn't even sure if they were older than him, and he didn't know which Jory was and which Tory.
"Do you remember Power Rangers?"
He thought a moment. Something was coming to him. Something about superheroes in different colors. But nothing directly connected to him.
"Not really."
Nikki walked in, stretched and observed the conversation.
"We stole your favorite toy and told you the dog ate it, and you almost cut him open to get the toy, and Akira had to stop you. You hated us for months after that", Tory said.
"You should still hate us", Jory added.
Simon shrugged.
"I'm guessing you guys are kind of annoying, but I really don't remember any of this stuff", Simon told them honestly, "Who's Akira?"
Jory and Tory didn't have an answer for this. Mike didn't know, since he hadn't been in the conversation with Leo.
"He was our father, Simon", Nikki explained patiently. The pain was evident in his tone, both that he was dead and that Simon couldn't remember someone so key to their lives.
"Oh", Simon sighed, "Was he...is he dead?"
"Yes. The people that captured us had murdered him."
Nikki wanted to pick Simon up and shake some memory into him. Simon felt very awkward. He sensed Nikki's anguish, and wanted to feel that anguish for himself. He wanted to know he had lost someone very close, but he couldn't feel anything. He had no sense of loss. If he cried, it would be because of his siblings' grief, and not his own.
"Geez, I'm so sorry", Mike exclaimed, "No wonder you went Matrix on their ass."
"Yeah", Nikki agreed. He didn't know what Mike meant by Matrix since he hadn't ever watched a movie, but he got the sentiment.
Darin had come in and listened to the last part.
"Feel any better, Simon?" he asked.
"Nayir", Simon replied.
Darin nodded, as if that had been what he was expecting, when in truth he had gone to sleep praying that Simon would be all fine by now.
Splinter came in with Leo, Raph and Don behind him. He had woken them all up for their ninja practice.
"How are all of you this mourning?", he asked, particularly of Simon.
The answers ranged from okay to fine, and one iste (all right).
"If you wish, you may observe our ninja training. I could even teach you some of the art."
"Yeah, I think we need to learn this", Nikki answered for them all.
They all went to the training room. Molly was still asleep (dream contacting and trying to maintain psychic links is quite exhausting). Before Splinter could wake her gently the twins grabbed one of the Donatello's bos and prodded her in the stomach.
"Come on, wake up"
"We're going to learn how to fight."
If she hadn't been so embarrassed to wake up surrounded by everyone, she would have tried to kick their ass. But instead she accepted the rude wake up call and set about putting her bedding away. They others helped put everything away, and soon the training room was a training room again, instead of a bedroom. Splinter had them all join in meditation, but the others couldn't hold still for more than ten minutes since they had never done it before. The twins kept giggling, Simon's foot and stomach hurt too much, and Darin just wasn't excited about it. The six other turtles watched the Ninja turtles practice for an hour, admiring their skill and trying to pick up on it. The twins also happened to notice that Molly was watching Donatello more than the others, and all kinds of ideas brewed in their heads as how to most torture her on that. Their grief for Akira and Simon did not dampen their mischief, if anything it increased it.
After an hour, Splinter tried to involve them in some rudimentary practice.
"You", he said, pointing to one of the twins, "Come here and stand against Raphael. Here."
He handed Jory a bo like Donatello's. He wanted to start them with basic blocking and he also didn't want to give them sharp weapons yet.
"Now, the best technique for blocking is to hold the bo like this (he demonstrated, and thrust like this (more demonstration) when his sias are here (more demonstration). Understand?"
Jory nodded. This shouldn't be too hard, he thought. But in less then two seconds Raphael's sias were coming at him fast, and instead of blocking like Splinter had just taught him, he went with his automatic response, which was to teleport a couple feet away. So Raphael unexpectedly tumbled into nothing.
"Jory, that's cheating", Nikki called.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. He scared me."
Raphael rolled his eyes.
"I think I could do it", Darin offered. He really wanted to learn this.
"Very well. Donatello, perhaps you could more gently help Darin learn this technique."
Darin and Donatello stepped up. Raphael went to the side his brothers were on, and Jory went back next to Tory. He inched ever so closer to Molly and casually whispered, "He carries a big stick there, doesn't he?"
Of all the things the twins had ever done to her, this was the worse. She tensed up, but didn't do anything because she didn't want to draw any attention to herself and have everyone see her face burning with embarrassment. The twins secretly high fived each other, struggling to keep from laughing.
Meanwhile, Darin managed to parry Donatello's attacks very well, and Splinter used him to demonstrate more moves for another fifteen minutes. But in the course of the training Donatello saw that Darin was learning very quickly, and wanted to test him so he did a move that resulted in Darin tripping over his weapon instead of defending with it. This happened so fast, and he was so caught up in learning to fight that he did what came naturally to him, which was to start fires. He incinerated Donatello's Bo, then shot a line of fire between them and pushed Donatello back with it.
"Hey, Darin, that's cheating too", Nikki called.
"Yeah, let's just hope you don't cheat", Darin snapped back. He removed the fires.
"Wow", Mike commented, "Just like that X-Files episode."
Splinter sighed.
"I think you all need to get more control over your mental abilities before you can master these physical ones. Perhaps we can work on that individually."
The practice was ended. Darin told Nikki he was going for a walk and left. Nikki wasn't too worried, Darin was smart enough not to get lost and they had killed their only known enemy. They all sat down to lunch, a soup Mike had prepared out of the bare remnants of the refrigerator, and some rice. Mike managed to get extra garlic into Simon's portion, which he reluctantly ate.
Hey, you all.
Simon and Molly are fourteen. Jory and Tory are fifteen. Nikki and Darin are sixteen. I will reveal some of their relationship with their father, but I don't know if I'll get into their whole origin in this story.
The Mighty Morphin Power Ranger thing was a tribute to my high school years ago, when a lot of the guys were running around yelling "Green Ranger" and stuff, after the Green Ranger debuted, and I was thinking about how weird and interesting it was that all these teenagers were so into this (I watched it a little bit, but I haven't seen it in years).
Also, they obviously speak English very well, but they aren't going to know the words for everything, and I'm trying to write their lingo based off of friends who speak more than one language.
Oh, warning, there is something in here that might make people fall of their chairs laughing. Especially Donatello fans.
Chapter Three:
The next mourning Mike woke up early, determined to make a really good breakfast to solve everyone's problems. But when he arrived in the kitchen, he found the twins Jory and Tory already busily preparing food.
"Hey", He greeted.
"Hi", they both greeted back. Jory whisked eggs together and Tory chopped up two onions and some tomatoes that had been in the fridge.
"Ahh...what were your names again?" Mike asked. He couldn't remember which was which, and didn't want to embarrass them.
"Jory and Tory", they both said in unison.
"Oh, I meant, which is Jory? I can't tell you apart."
"I'm Jory", one said.
"No, I'm Jory. He's Tory", the other said, and they both smiled evilly.
"Well, if I wanted to talk to Jory, which one would I talk to?" Mike tried.
"What do you need to talk to Jory about?" they inquired together.
"Nothing, I'm just trying to learn who you are. My brothers and I all wear different colored bandanas, so you can tell us apart. I think it's friendlier."
They both frowned, remembering how often Akira had tried to get them to behave like "normal" brothers. That ruined the game for them.
"Okay", Jory said, "I'm really Jory. He's Tory."
Tory stopped cutting, found a marker by the refrigerator, and marked his hand with an X.
"Is that better?" he asked.
"Yeah. Bandanas are good though."
"Naw, we'd both want to be green."
Mike stepped in to see what they were making. Jory was adding the last of the milk to the eggs; Tory had started cooking the onion.
"There's not enough for everyone", he pointed out. There had only been four eggs.
"It's mostly for Simon", Jory explained.
"We really want him to remember us", Tory continued.
"Oh. Well, we still have some garlic left. That's good for memory", Mike told them, and pulled another clove from the refrigerator. Splinter happened to come across a large supply of good garlic cloves right before they found Simon. He crushed it up and added it to the eggs and vegetables. He thought they would really need to find more food, especially with all these additionally mouths to feed. All that was left for everyone else's breakfast was ten slices of bread, some butter, a jar of peanut butter, three bananas and some yogurt. But if there was a chance of fixing Simon with an omelet Mike was ready to try it.
Soon it was all done. They got it on a plate and woke up Simon.
"Here, eat this, it's to help you remember", the twins all but ordered him.
Still half asleep, Simon obediently shoved some in his mouth. The taste woke him up fully. He almost complained, but the looks on Jory, Tory and Mike's face made him resign to eat the weird omelet. They watched him expectantly the whole time, making him a little uncomfortable.
"Remember us yet?" Jory asked as soon as Simon was done eating.
"No. Sorry", Simon told them.
"We're going to help you. Simon, you remember Turkish?" Jory asked.
"I remember how to speak it. I don't remember learning it."
"Hatirlamak", Tory emphasized, meaning remember. Simon nodded.
"You used to be afraid of the dark, and one time we scared you so bad you actually jumped out the window. You don't remember that?"
"Nayir", he said.
"What about when we put a ton of...biber (pepper) in you and Molly's birthday cake, and you ate some it and your tongue burned for hours?"
Simon scowled at what an unhappy time that must have been.
"I don't remember anything, you guys", he told them. He wasn't even sure if they were older than him, and he didn't know which Jory was and which Tory.
"Do you remember Power Rangers?"
He thought a moment. Something was coming to him. Something about superheroes in different colors. But nothing directly connected to him.
"Not really."
Nikki walked in, stretched and observed the conversation.
"We stole your favorite toy and told you the dog ate it, and you almost cut him open to get the toy, and Akira had to stop you. You hated us for months after that", Tory said.
"You should still hate us", Jory added.
Simon shrugged.
"I'm guessing you guys are kind of annoying, but I really don't remember any of this stuff", Simon told them honestly, "Who's Akira?"
Jory and Tory didn't have an answer for this. Mike didn't know, since he hadn't been in the conversation with Leo.
"He was our father, Simon", Nikki explained patiently. The pain was evident in his tone, both that he was dead and that Simon couldn't remember someone so key to their lives.
"Oh", Simon sighed, "Was he...is he dead?"
"Yes. The people that captured us had murdered him."
Nikki wanted to pick Simon up and shake some memory into him. Simon felt very awkward. He sensed Nikki's anguish, and wanted to feel that anguish for himself. He wanted to know he had lost someone very close, but he couldn't feel anything. He had no sense of loss. If he cried, it would be because of his siblings' grief, and not his own.
"Geez, I'm so sorry", Mike exclaimed, "No wonder you went Matrix on their ass."
"Yeah", Nikki agreed. He didn't know what Mike meant by Matrix since he hadn't ever watched a movie, but he got the sentiment.
Darin had come in and listened to the last part.
"Feel any better, Simon?" he asked.
"Nayir", Simon replied.
Darin nodded, as if that had been what he was expecting, when in truth he had gone to sleep praying that Simon would be all fine by now.
Splinter came in with Leo, Raph and Don behind him. He had woken them all up for their ninja practice.
"How are all of you this mourning?", he asked, particularly of Simon.
The answers ranged from okay to fine, and one iste (all right).
"If you wish, you may observe our ninja training. I could even teach you some of the art."
"Yeah, I think we need to learn this", Nikki answered for them all.
They all went to the training room. Molly was still asleep (dream contacting and trying to maintain psychic links is quite exhausting). Before Splinter could wake her gently the twins grabbed one of the Donatello's bos and prodded her in the stomach.
"Come on, wake up"
"We're going to learn how to fight."
If she hadn't been so embarrassed to wake up surrounded by everyone, she would have tried to kick their ass. But instead she accepted the rude wake up call and set about putting her bedding away. They others helped put everything away, and soon the training room was a training room again, instead of a bedroom. Splinter had them all join in meditation, but the others couldn't hold still for more than ten minutes since they had never done it before. The twins kept giggling, Simon's foot and stomach hurt too much, and Darin just wasn't excited about it. The six other turtles watched the Ninja turtles practice for an hour, admiring their skill and trying to pick up on it. The twins also happened to notice that Molly was watching Donatello more than the others, and all kinds of ideas brewed in their heads as how to most torture her on that. Their grief for Akira and Simon did not dampen their mischief, if anything it increased it.
After an hour, Splinter tried to involve them in some rudimentary practice.
"You", he said, pointing to one of the twins, "Come here and stand against Raphael. Here."
He handed Jory a bo like Donatello's. He wanted to start them with basic blocking and he also didn't want to give them sharp weapons yet.
"Now, the best technique for blocking is to hold the bo like this (he demonstrated, and thrust like this (more demonstration) when his sias are here (more demonstration). Understand?"
Jory nodded. This shouldn't be too hard, he thought. But in less then two seconds Raphael's sias were coming at him fast, and instead of blocking like Splinter had just taught him, he went with his automatic response, which was to teleport a couple feet away. So Raphael unexpectedly tumbled into nothing.
"Jory, that's cheating", Nikki called.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. He scared me."
Raphael rolled his eyes.
"I think I could do it", Darin offered. He really wanted to learn this.
"Very well. Donatello, perhaps you could more gently help Darin learn this technique."
Darin and Donatello stepped up. Raphael went to the side his brothers were on, and Jory went back next to Tory. He inched ever so closer to Molly and casually whispered, "He carries a big stick there, doesn't he?"
Of all the things the twins had ever done to her, this was the worse. She tensed up, but didn't do anything because she didn't want to draw any attention to herself and have everyone see her face burning with embarrassment. The twins secretly high fived each other, struggling to keep from laughing.
Meanwhile, Darin managed to parry Donatello's attacks very well, and Splinter used him to demonstrate more moves for another fifteen minutes. But in the course of the training Donatello saw that Darin was learning very quickly, and wanted to test him so he did a move that resulted in Darin tripping over his weapon instead of defending with it. This happened so fast, and he was so caught up in learning to fight that he did what came naturally to him, which was to start fires. He incinerated Donatello's Bo, then shot a line of fire between them and pushed Donatello back with it.
"Hey, Darin, that's cheating too", Nikki called.
"Yeah, let's just hope you don't cheat", Darin snapped back. He removed the fires.
"Wow", Mike commented, "Just like that X-Files episode."
Splinter sighed.
"I think you all need to get more control over your mental abilities before you can master these physical ones. Perhaps we can work on that individually."
The practice was ended. Darin told Nikki he was going for a walk and left. Nikki wasn't too worried, Darin was smart enough not to get lost and they had killed their only known enemy. They all sat down to lunch, a soup Mike had prepared out of the bare remnants of the refrigerator, and some rice. Mike managed to get extra garlic into Simon's portion, which he reluctantly ate.