"Are you joking.....Wolverine would kick his ass" Jessie said sipping her
tea "No offense, I bet your all great ninjas, but come on! Between the
claws, the animal senses, and the healing factor, Raphael would be toast."
Mike grinned "I dunno....you've never seen Raph when he really gets going. He's nuts...like a whirlwind. Like Casey."
"Like who?"
"A friend. maybe you'll meet him sometime, Jess. He's weird, but really alright when you get down to it." Mike said. Jessie laughed a little.
"I still think in a fight, wolverine would mop the floor with your brother. Sorry."
Mike grinned "Maybe its true, maybe its true." He stood and stretched "Well, past time for me to be in bed. Night, Jess."
"Night Mike." Jessie said
"Your head doing okay?" He thought to ask.
"Yeah. Nice to have the bandages off. Now I just wait for my arm to heal and I'm ready to...to" She paused "Well, whatever. You know. Night dude."
He looked a little uncomfortable but smiled "Night"
She'd settled back against her bedding, when the door clicked open, and she opened her eyes "Forget your night light mike?"
But the door clicked shut "Aint mike" A cold voice said.
The smile faded "Ah. Raphael. Good evening, what do I owe the pleasure."
"Save the niceness." He snapped.
"So what's up." She said coolly.
"You're almost healed." He said. It wasn't a question.
"I am. Splinter is an excellent doctor."
"We have to figure out what to do with you."
She said nothing, just watched him.
"You have no idea who I am, punk. I swear to god, if I have to, I'll kill ya. And I won't regret one minute of it. Who cares about street trash like you? No body. And no body messes with my family."
Jessie met his eyes calmly "I see."
He scowled "I'll make it look like you were tryin' to escape. They won't even know. So you better behave, Punk. You better decide not to tell about us and mean it. You don't even wanna start with me."
"Shadow..."
"Screw shadow. Bunch of trash like you. You wanna pretend to be this big martyr with mikey, fool 'im. Fine, but you don't fool me. You don't take care of no one but yourself, I know how you work. You play this big tragic past game, but you're in it for you. That's all. I know, see. I can see right through you. You dunno what it is to have a real family. But I do, Punk. So you better watch yourself, cuz I see everything. You've never messed with no one like me before. Never." He spoke in a low growling murmur.
Jessie smiled a little "Really, I'd think...."
He was beside her in to steps, and he had the blade of his sai against her neck, just tickling the skin "Try me, you bitch" He hissed.
Her eyes widened and then narrowed and she was still.
After a long moment, he withdrew. "Sweet dreams" he smiled bitterly, and stepped back and out.
Jessie lay quiet for a long time.
She waited, listening. It was more of a sense of time than a real counting, but she was pretty good at estimating time. Long past midnight. Then she slid out of bed and stood on her own two feet. She had done this only twice before and both times she had only done it for a few minutes before she had to lay back down. Now it wasn't an option anymore.
She reached under the waistband of her jeans, and felt for the little slit she had cut there in the cloth, making a tiny little pouch. She found it and slipped a finger inside and drew out a small hairpin.
Quietly, she pulled her boots over and put them on. Then she moved toward the door. She had a headache, but at least the dizziness had not come back at all.
Carefully, quietly. She inserted the hairpin in the lock, and began to fiddle. It only just made a tiny clicking noise, and she listened hard for footsteps or anything that might say someone was coming. Nothing but silence.
She tried to control her breathing. If she didn't get out he would kill her. She had thought he was mad, but now she knew he was crazy.
"Come on...come on" She whispered.
Another click and then the hairpin snapped. Her heart stopped, and then she reached for the latch.
It wouldn't open.
"Oh shit...oh no, come on...."
Then she heard a tiny chink as the piece of the hairpin still inside the lock dropped, and the door clicked open.
She smiled *Thank you thank you thank you.*
She crept into the living room and found her jacket thrown over a chair. Still had everything in it. That was good. She quietly crept through what looked to be the main door of the Lair.
Mike had just wanted one more slice of that pizza, a midnight snack. When he stepped into the living room, he almost didn't see her...a shadow amongst shadows.... But a glitter of light across her eyes betrayed her.
"Jessie?"
She was through the door and bolting up the sewer corridor.
Mike grinned "I dunno....you've never seen Raph when he really gets going. He's nuts...like a whirlwind. Like Casey."
"Like who?"
"A friend. maybe you'll meet him sometime, Jess. He's weird, but really alright when you get down to it." Mike said. Jessie laughed a little.
"I still think in a fight, wolverine would mop the floor with your brother. Sorry."
Mike grinned "Maybe its true, maybe its true." He stood and stretched "Well, past time for me to be in bed. Night, Jess."
"Night Mike." Jessie said
"Your head doing okay?" He thought to ask.
"Yeah. Nice to have the bandages off. Now I just wait for my arm to heal and I'm ready to...to" She paused "Well, whatever. You know. Night dude."
He looked a little uncomfortable but smiled "Night"
She'd settled back against her bedding, when the door clicked open, and she opened her eyes "Forget your night light mike?"
But the door clicked shut "Aint mike" A cold voice said.
The smile faded "Ah. Raphael. Good evening, what do I owe the pleasure."
"Save the niceness." He snapped.
"So what's up." She said coolly.
"You're almost healed." He said. It wasn't a question.
"I am. Splinter is an excellent doctor."
"We have to figure out what to do with you."
She said nothing, just watched him.
"You have no idea who I am, punk. I swear to god, if I have to, I'll kill ya. And I won't regret one minute of it. Who cares about street trash like you? No body. And no body messes with my family."
Jessie met his eyes calmly "I see."
He scowled "I'll make it look like you were tryin' to escape. They won't even know. So you better behave, Punk. You better decide not to tell about us and mean it. You don't even wanna start with me."
"Shadow..."
"Screw shadow. Bunch of trash like you. You wanna pretend to be this big martyr with mikey, fool 'im. Fine, but you don't fool me. You don't take care of no one but yourself, I know how you work. You play this big tragic past game, but you're in it for you. That's all. I know, see. I can see right through you. You dunno what it is to have a real family. But I do, Punk. So you better watch yourself, cuz I see everything. You've never messed with no one like me before. Never." He spoke in a low growling murmur.
Jessie smiled a little "Really, I'd think...."
He was beside her in to steps, and he had the blade of his sai against her neck, just tickling the skin "Try me, you bitch" He hissed.
Her eyes widened and then narrowed and she was still.
After a long moment, he withdrew. "Sweet dreams" he smiled bitterly, and stepped back and out.
Jessie lay quiet for a long time.
She waited, listening. It was more of a sense of time than a real counting, but she was pretty good at estimating time. Long past midnight. Then she slid out of bed and stood on her own two feet. She had done this only twice before and both times she had only done it for a few minutes before she had to lay back down. Now it wasn't an option anymore.
She reached under the waistband of her jeans, and felt for the little slit she had cut there in the cloth, making a tiny little pouch. She found it and slipped a finger inside and drew out a small hairpin.
Quietly, she pulled her boots over and put them on. Then she moved toward the door. She had a headache, but at least the dizziness had not come back at all.
Carefully, quietly. She inserted the hairpin in the lock, and began to fiddle. It only just made a tiny clicking noise, and she listened hard for footsteps or anything that might say someone was coming. Nothing but silence.
She tried to control her breathing. If she didn't get out he would kill her. She had thought he was mad, but now she knew he was crazy.
"Come on...come on" She whispered.
Another click and then the hairpin snapped. Her heart stopped, and then she reached for the latch.
It wouldn't open.
"Oh shit...oh no, come on...."
Then she heard a tiny chink as the piece of the hairpin still inside the lock dropped, and the door clicked open.
She smiled *Thank you thank you thank you.*
She crept into the living room and found her jacket thrown over a chair. Still had everything in it. That was good. She quietly crept through what looked to be the main door of the Lair.
Mike had just wanted one more slice of that pizza, a midnight snack. When he stepped into the living room, he almost didn't see her...a shadow amongst shadows.... But a glitter of light across her eyes betrayed her.
"Jessie?"
She was through the door and bolting up the sewer corridor.
