A.N.: This is it for now, 'till I finish the newest chapter. Don't wanna
give ya the dream just yet, 'cuz the new chapter ties into it in a way.
Sorry. But, Enjoy this for now.
Chapter 41: Month later.
"Donnie?"
"Yeah, Lana?"
"Where are my parents?"
Donatello practically choked on his bagel. "What?"
"Where are my parents?" Lana repeated. "What happened to them? Why'd they give me up? How'd I wind up here?"
Donatello sighed, then patted his lap. "Come here, Honey."
Lana went over and sat in his lap at the kitchen table. Once she was settled she looked up at Donatello expectantly.
"Kiddo, there's no easy way to say this," Donatello began. "But your family is in Heaven."
"Heaven?" Lana said confused. "Why?"
"They were killed," Donatello stated softly.
"How?"
Donatello looked quite uncomfortable then.
"Donnie?"
"Lana, I'd always hoped you'd never ask these questions, but knew that some day you eventually would. I'm wishing today wasn't that day."
"Why? What happened?"
"Honey, they.they were.murdered," Donatello told her gently. "I'm sorry."
Lana sat there staring at him blankly as though she hadn't heard him.
"Lana?"
"NO!" She burst out suddenly. "THEY'RE ALIVE! I KNOW THEY ARE! YOU LIE!"
"Sweetie, I wouldn't lie about something like that," Donatello replicated, with a pained look on his face. "Never. Especially to you."
Lana slid out of his lap. "NO! I HATE YOU! THEY'RE ALIVE! THEY ARE!"
"Lana!" Donatello cried, as she raced out of the kitchen, then out of the lair.
"Augh! Dammit!" Donatello shouted pounding his fist on the table.
"What's wrong Donnie?" Leonardo asked entering the kitchen. "Why'd Lana run out of here all upset?"
"She asked about her parents, Leo," Donatello snapped. "I told her the truth and she doesn't believe me."
"Oh," Leonardo acknowledged.
Donatello waited a bit, figuring he'd let her cool off some, then went out to look for her. In the end, he ended up coming home, and asking his brothers to help him search. After three hours of nothing, Donatello figured she'd run away for real this time.
"I give up," He said plopping down on the couch, and burying his head in his hands. "I should've known she wasn't old enough to be told and would react like this."
"Donnie, it's not like you could've just changed the subject," Raphael told him. "There's no way in hell she'd drop the damn subject."
"Besides," Leonardo added, "you couldn't just lie to her."
"Yeah, but now I've no idea as to where she is," Donatello mumbled. "For all I know she could already be in another state already."
"Um.guys." Michaelangelo began. "I'm gonna go give the sewer one last look, okay?"
"Whatever," Donatello replied with a wave of his hand. "Do what you want Mikey."
Michaelangelo shrugged slightly, then headed off for her secret spot. He found it and quietly entered, keeping silent as he heard crying.
Lana froze as she heard footsteps approaching. She curled up into an even tighter ball, and whimpered slightly from fear.
"Lana?"
Lana let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding when she heard Michaelangelo's voice. She watched silently as Michaelangelo came over and sat down next to her.
"Care to talk about it?" He asked.
"He's lying. Please, tell me he's lying," she begged through tears. "They.they can't be dead. They just can't be!"
Michaelangelo sighed and pulled her into his lap.
"Lana, as much as I'd love to tell you Donnie's lying and that you're parents are alive, I'm afraid I can't. What Donnie said was all true. They were murdered. You were only two at the time, and lived in Brooklyn."
"Then how did I get here?" Lana questioned. "How did I wind up with you guys?"
"No one's sure how you got here," Michaelangelo told her. "But as for how you came to live with us, well, Donnie found you wandering around Central Park. He realized you were lost and brought you home with him. After a few days of searching we discovered that your family was the one that'd been murdered in Brooklyn."
"Mikey?"
"Yeah?"
"Whose April?"
"Um. I think you'd best leave that one up to one of the other guys," Michaelangelo said, as he suddenly drifted off into space, and thought, "Why April? Why? Why'd you do it? Was it to boost your career? Or was it just out of spite 'cause Donnie wouldn't let you have your way? Why?"
"Mikey?" Lana spoke interrupting his thoughts.
"Hmm.yeah?"
"Is Donnie mad?"
"No. He's just hurt," Michaelangelo shrugged.
"He is? Why?"
"Lana, not only did you not believe him, but, you told him you hated him when all he did was answer your question truthfully," Michaelangelo replied. "I think anybody would be hurt by those words, even Raph."
Lana looked back down again. "Oh."
"Fave word?" Mikey asked with a slight grin.
"Wha?" Lana looked at him confused, then let out a small laugh. "Oh.yeah."
Mikey shook his head at her but still kept his little grin.
Lana snuggled into him as she was getting cold and wanted what little warmth he could give. They sat there for a few moments longer, before Michaelangelo stood up with her in his arms.
"C'mon Munchkin," he said. "Let's get home before we freeze."
"It's not always this cold," Lana stated as they exited the hideout. "It's usually nice and warm in there."
"But you're not only in your pajamas then, are you?" Michaelangelo rejoined. "Normally you have warmer clothes on."
Lana giggled. "Yeah, I usually do."
They finally reached the lair, where they were met by three solemn looking faces.
"What's wrong Bro?" Michaelangelo asked Raphael.
Raphael snorted and looked away from them disgustedly.
"What?" Michaelangelo repeated. "What's going on?"
"Mikey, there's something we have to tell you," Leonardo said.
Michaelangelo looked at them questioningly.
"She's back," was all Donatello said to make Michaelangelo lose his grin.
Lana, who was still in her hero's arms, watched as he paled.
"Whose back?" She queried.
"Are.are you sure?"
"Yep," Raph snorted. "Saw the bitch myself."
"W.why?" Michaelangelo questioned, praying for any answer but the one he was thinking.
"Whose back?" Lana asked again.
His brothers immediately looked to Donatello, who looked at Michaelangelo with sympathy.
"N.No."
"Afraid so, Mikey," Donatello said.
"Whose back?" Lana wanted to know, hating the fact she was being ignored.
"She.she wouldn't, would she?"
"Mike, she knows exactly where the damn lair is," Raphael snapped. "Damn straight she would. She'd be pretty damn stupid not to even try. And knowing that bitch, she'll do anything to get her way."
Michaelangelo glanced down at the eleven-year-old girl in his arms, and felt his eyes fill up with tears, along with a sudden urge to protect her more now than ever. He looked to his brothers, fear evident in his usually bright eyes, and a troubled look plastered on his face.
"Whose back?" Lana whined somewhat.
Leonardo, Donatello, and Raphael all looked back at Michaelangelo, sharing the same look, before casting their gaze from him to one another all thinking the same thing: Not again.
Chapter 42: A couple days later.
Lana was beginning to feel like she was under house arrest, for no fault of her own, as the guys wouldn't let her out of their sight for a split millisecond, more or less leave the lair to visit Jeff and Drew. Because she was under constant surveillance she was becoming quite irritated and snippy, which was not a good thing, especially with four, jumpy/worried/upset and already peed off turtles. Oh, and one very over- protective rat, named Splinter.
"But I want to see Jeff!" She yelled at Donatello for the zillionth time in two days. "I haven't seen him since Wednesday and it's Saturday already!"
"Lana, I've told you numerous times, you're not allowed out this weekend," Donatello stated firmly. "Now leave it at that."
"But why am I not allowed out?" Lana demanded. "What'd I do wrong now?"
"I don't have to have a reason for wanting you to stay in," Donatello retorted. "And if I do, it's none of your concern!"
"It is my concern if I've done nothing wrong and you won't let me see Jeff, or even wander the sewer!" Lana shouted. "Why are you treating me like a damn jailbird?"
Donatello gave her a Look. "Watch your language or forget not leaving the lair, you won't be leaving your room."
"But." she tried.
"Lana," Donatello said sternly. "Enough."
Lana walked off grumbling, only to have Donatello call after her.
"Don't think I can't hear you, young lady!" He called.
She kicked a forgotten pebble on the floor and watched as it skipped down the hallway, and landed right under Raphael's foot.
By the look on his face, she could tell he was not happy.
"Uh-oh," she thought. "Not a good time to mess with him."
She threw him a small sheepish grin when he looked her way, then scampered off to see who was in the practice room. She wasn't too surprised when she found Leonardo in there practicing his katas. She stood silently in the doorway watching him, with a look of awe on her face. Sure she'd always loved the nunchucks, mainly because Michaelangelo had them. And sure she loved the sais, because Raphael had given them to her when she was small. Oh, and sure she loved the bo, though she'd never used it, because Donatello could easily knock people over with it, herself included when needed. But secretly she'd always loved watching Leonardo use his katanas. The way they moved so swiftly, slicing through the air, making swooshing sounds. The most dangerous of the four weapons, unless Raphael got mad and lost his temper, which was often, but rarely with her. She watched him for a bit longer, completely lost in thought, and didn't even realize when he stopped and began to smile at her.
"Like what you see?" Leonardo asked, breaking her out of her trance.
Lana nodded wordlessly, her eyes wide, as they always were after secretly watching him. Surprisingly, this was the first time she'd ever been caught; well, that she knew of anyway.
"Wanna try?" Leonardo questioned, holding the katanas out towards her.
Her eyes went wider and she looked from the katanas to him to see if he meant it.
Leonardo gestured slightly with his katanas, which he very rarely let anyone else use.
Lana's eyes lit up and she nodded eagerly.
"Well, c'mon then," he said.
He watched as she hurried over to him and patiently waited for any command.
"Do you know how to hold them?" He queried, to which she nodded embarrassed. "You do, do you?"
She looked down and blushed slightly. Sure she knew how to hold them. She'd watched him all these years, and, though she'd never admit it, especially to him, sometimes she'd sneak in wherever he'd accidentally left them, and pick them up to admire them.
"Well, then, let's see what you know," he said looking at her strangely as he passed her his katanas. "Start off slow so you can get used to them."
She held the katanas carefully and expertly, anxiously awaiting the next instruction.
Leonardo grabbed another set of katanas off the wall, then stood before her once more.
"Alrighty. We're gonna start off easy, okay?"
"Okay," she squeaked, making him chuckle slightly.
"Relax Lana-belle," Leonardo said, using his nickname for her. "You'll do fine."
Lana relaxed, then, before he could show her anything, began to slowly do the kata she'd just watched him do.
Leonardo looked at her amazed, and, respectfully, didn't speak until she'd finished.
"How'd you know all that?"
"Watching you," she admitted.
"But you never watch me unless it's during a practice session, and we always learn new stuff, improve the old, spar, and get lectured then," Leonardo said confused. "We never do katas, unless Sensei wants to make sure we know them well enough."
Lana looked him in the eye challengingly. "Ever heard of something called a spy maybe?"
"So it is you I always see lurking in the shadows?" Leonardo interrogated with a smirk on his face.
"Uh.yeah," Lana admitted.
He reached over and ruffled her hair, after shifting the one katana over to his other hand to be with its twin.
"Don't be embarrassed Lana-Belle," he smiled softly. "I don't mind if you watch, just as long as you don't get in the way."
"Thank God he doesn't know 'bout me touching them without permission," she thought. "He'd be really mad then."
They then began a small lesson. Lana beamed inwardly, bursting with pride anytime she caught Leonardo smiling at her approvingly. Never before had she felt so proud, and, well.respected.
Chapter 43: That night.
"So, I heard Leo let you use his katanas," Raphael said sitting down next to Lana on the couch. "Were you any good?"
Lana smiled shyly. "I think I did okay, it being my first time and all."
"According to Leo, you were amazing," Raphael replicated. "Said he'd never seen someone learn things so quickly before. Said he wished I was more patient and eager to learn like you."
Lana's face turned pink as she beamed at the compliments.
"Now, if only you were as eager to learn your sais katas, as you are the katana ones," Raphael stated, making sure no one else had heard. "Then there'd be a greater reason to be proud. I'm guessing you could use some work on your nunchuck skills as well."
She looked at her lap, her pride slowly seeping out. Raphael had a point. She hadn't been practicing as much as she used to.suppose to, that is. She knew she was disappointing him, as he'd pretty much said so the last time they'd had a lesson. Michaelangelo, on the other hand, was much more laid back about her nunchuck lessons. He'd told her, to practice only when she felt dedicated enough to do so. She had to feel as though her heart and soul were behind every movement one hundred percent or what she was doing wouldn't matter very much.
The thought of Michaelangelo's rare, somewhat poetic, yet wise words made her smile slightly.
"What are you smiling about?" Raphael interrogated, then stated bluntly, "Your last lesson was nothing to be proud of."
Her smile quickly faded once more.
"Sorry," she mumbled.
"I expect better next time," Raphael told her. "If you haven't improved any, I'll see that something's done about it, you hear?"
"Yes, Raph," Lana whispered.
She sat there for a couple more minutes, then, seeing as it was getting close to her bedtime, got up to go to the bathroom. Once all ready for bed, she went to the kitchen to get a glass of warm milk.
"Hey Lana," Leonardo said. "All ready for bed, I see."
She nodded getting her glass of milk, which Donatello always left on the counter for her before she had to go to bed.
He came over and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm really proud of you, you know."
Lana blushed.
"I've never seen anyone do so well on a kata they've just learned," Leonardo told her. "Not even I do as good as you did earlier."
She beamed, still turning pink, and ducked her head some.
"Hey," Leonardo said, lifting her chin up with his hand. "You'd better be blushing with pride, Missy, 'cause you've nothing to be ashamed of."
She looked up at him shyly, and nodded with a small smile on her face.
"There's a girl," Leonardo smiled ruffling her hair. "Keep up the good work Kiddo."
She blushed an even darker shade of red, then dashed off for bed after saying good-night to everyone. Once in bed, she lay there for awhile thinking about what each of them had said, deciding she liked Leonardo's comments the best.
Chapter 44: During the night.
Lana was in a deep sleep, when she suddenly had the feeling that someone was watching her. She slowly opened her eyes, making it so that whoever was there wouldn't know she was awake. She felt her heart just about stop when she saw an unknown, unfamiliar figure moving in the darkness. Silently she watched as the figure made its way closer to her bed, finally stopping once it had reached her. It was then she realized whoever it was, was human.
"What the hell." Lana thought. "What's going on? Who is this person? They're too tall to be Jeff, and it sure as hell don't look like Shredder."
Just then, the figure clad in black looked vaguely familiar, and Lana felt as though she'd seen this person before. She eyed the person warily, and soon felt a sharp object against her throat.
"Don't make a sound," the voice instructed. "Do and pay the deadly price."
Lana nodded slightly, as she was too afraid to do anything else.
"Donnie!" She thought frantically, as she was led to the den. "Where are you? Wake up already!"
"Move it," the voice snarled. "I don't have all night, Lana."
"That voice, it sounds so familiar," Lana told herself. "But where have I heard it before?"
There was a noise from the hallway then, and her attacker quickly flung them both to the floor behind the couch.
"Keep it quiet!" The voice hissed.
Lana kept quiet as Raphael made his way into the kitchen, more than likely up getting a midnight snack. She saw him come out a few minutes later and start to head back to his room. She let out a small squeak then, and prayed he hadn't heard, for her sake, and maybe his.
"Who's there? "Raphael demanded, turning around, not answering her prayers. "Lana, is that you? If it is, you'd best get your ass back to bed, before Donnie finds out you're sneaking around again."
Suddenly, the lights came on, flooding the lair with their brightness.
"So we meet again, April," She heard Donatello say with such bitterness in his voice, that it scared her beyond belief.
April grabbed Lana as she stood up, and stuck the knife to her throat.
"Careful Donnie," she smirked sadistically. "One false move, and I can very easily slit her throat."
"Remain calm, Donnie," Leonardo instructed. "We don't need for anything stupid to happen."
Just then, Michaelangelo came into the room to see what all the ruckus was, and froze when he saw April with a knife to Lana's throat.
"A.April?" He managed.
"Hey Mikey," April smiled kindly, acting as though it were old times. "It's so nice to see you again. Maybe you can come up to my apartment later for some hot chocolate, and we can hang out like we used to."
Now, even though he was half-asleep and April was trying to charm him, Michaelangelo understood the seriousness of the situation perfectly, and his eyes darkened like April had never seen them do before.
"Let her go, April," Michaelangelo said. "She's not the problem."
"Oh, but she is Mikey," April said, pressing the knife closer. "She's the reason you guys hate me. She's the reason for your unhappiness, not me."
"April, we hate you because of what you tried to do and did," Leonardo told her. "Lana was never here to replace you, like I know you think."
"Who the hell says we're unhappy?" Raphael interrogated. "What? You think you still know us after all these damn years, you stupid Bitch?"
April's eyes flashed with anger. "Watch it Raph. Don't think I can't take you, 'cause I can."
Raphael scoffed. "I'd sure as hell like to see you try."
Lana let out a small whimper then, as the knife began to dig into her throat. It abruptly dawned on her that she knew some ninjitsu herself and should be able to get away from April without any help.
Michaelangelo looked so pained, that it hurt Lana to see him like that, and she knew April was the cause of it. She wasn't about to stand around and let someone hurt her hero. No way dude.
"Hiya!" She shouted suddenly, ramming her elbow into April's stomach.
April, who was totally taken by surprise, let go of her as she stumble back from the unexpected blow.
"What the." April trailed off, as Lana ran to Michaelangelo for protection. "Where the hell did you learn that?"
"What's wrong April? Expecting the same helpless child you abducted nine years ago?" Raphael asked, as Michaelangelo hugged Lana tight, and April nodded. "Pff. Don't think so, Bitch. She's older and has some common sense."
"Gee. Thanks Raph," Lana thought. "Would've expected at least a lil' more credit than that."
"Whatcha do, Raphael, teach her some damn ninjitsu, or whatever the hell it's called?" April said. "If so, I expected better."
"Maybe, and maybe not," Leonardo says. "Even if we didn't, not saying we did, she would've still thought to defend herself like that."
"Pff. Whatever, Leo," April scoffed. "If you did, she'll never be good enough in your eyes. Just like Mikey was never good enough. Why do you think he always came to my place? To escape your criticism, dude. Him and Raph both."
Everyone looked at Michaelangelo shocked.
"I was looking for Raph," he said, his eyes narrowing. "And a friend, who happened to have pizza."
"That's not what you told me!" April retorted.
Lana had heard enough then.
"STOP IT!" She yelled. "STOP IT!"
"Problem, orphan?" April chuckled.
"LEAVE MIKEY ALONE!" Lana screamed. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
"Ah, so I see Mikey's brainwashed yet another youth, with his supposed charm," April riposted. "Glad to see some things never change."
Lana grew mad then, and, breaking away from Michaelangelo's grasp before anyone could stop her, charged at April.
"Lana!" Donatello called, but he was too late.
"You stupid Bitch!" Lana shouted, as she attacked April. "Leave Mikey alone!"
April reacted quickly, and almost immediately had Lana pinned once more, with the knife pressed harder than before against her throat.
"Any more stunts, and you lose your head, you hear?" She hissed.
"Y.yes," Lana managed to choke out.
April glared at the turtles, who she once actually considered friends.
"Follow me and she dies," April threatened. "I mean it, more than you'll ever know or want to find out."
Lana's eyes began to water, and she soon felt lone tears trickle down her face. She tried to move, but couldn't, as the knife would slice into her and that would be quite painful.
April then began to drag her out of the lair while the turtles stood there helplessly watching.
"Don't you dare hurt her April!" Michaelangelo called, weakly. "Don't you dare."
"Nice try Mikey," April laughed. "But that was a pretty feeble attempt."
Lana was then dragged through the sewers by April, who was quite peeved. They soon left the sewers and would up in some dark alley.
"I told Donatello he'd live to regret his decision," April muttered. "I told him."
Chapter 45: Lair.
"We.we have to go after them!" Michaelangelo said. "We gotta save Lana!"
"Mikey, I know you want her back, but we can't follow them," Leonardo says. "She'd kill Lana, and we don't want that."
"Hate to admit it, but Leo's right," Donatello agreed. "As much as I want to go out there and run after them, I can't just yet."
"Dammit!" Raphael growled, angrily throwing his sai across the lair and right into the radio, which immediately sparked from the impact.
"Raph, killing the radio won't help out situation any," Leonardo said. "It just leaves us with another mess."
"You think I don't know that Leo?" Raphael snaps retrieving his sai. "Damn April! Damn her!"
"Hmm. I wonder." Donatello trailed off.
"Whatcha thinking Donnie?" Michaelangelo asked.
"I was just wondering if old Shred-head would help us out," Donatello replied. "Even if Lana does give him a hard time, he'd still never hurt her unless she's majorly peed him off. You think he'd do us a favour, for Lana's sake?"
"Let's hope so," Leonardo answered. "C'mon. Let's go find the technodrome."
"Too bad Lana's not here," Michaelangelo replicated. "She always seems to know where the technodrome is."
The four left the lair, then headed off towards the spot the technodrome had been in last.
Chapter 46: Technodrome.
"Get them!" Shredder yelled, once he realized the turtles had entered the technodrome. "Move it you imbeciles!"
Shredder was tempted to yell, "Destroy them!" but remembered Lana, and knew he couldn't do that. Well, at least not kill off Donatello and Michaelangelo anyway.
Soon enough the turtles were amazingly captured by Foot Soldiers, with the help of Be-Bop and Rocksteady.
"What do you want?" Shredder demanded. "Why are you in my technodrome?"
"I believe it's Krang's technodrome," Raphael snapped.
Shredder glared at him, then eyed the one he knew displayed his emotions best, no matter how hard he tried to hide them. He noted that he looked as though he'd been crying, and his eyes were incredibly worried.
"Michaelangelo," Shredder began, "something's happened to Lana, am I correct?"
Michaelangelo nodded, then blinked several times to keep his tears from falling.
"April has finally seeked revenge?"
Michaelangelo nodded again, this time fury entering his, usually cheerful, eyes.
Shredder thought a moment, eyeing them all, before speaking again. "Michaelangelo, you're coming with me, as you seem to hate April the most. The rest of you shall stay here and keep my men entertained, or Lana shall not return to you, you hear?"
"But." Raphael started to protest.
"Raphael, if you care for Lana, like I think you do, then I'd advise you to keep your smart ass remarks to yourself," Shredder barked. "Unless you'd prefer to have her brought back looking like a damn pin cushion."
Raphael tightened his jaw, but kept quiet, to the surprise of his brothers.
"Release Michaelangelo," Shredder ordered. "Keep the rest here until I return. Chain them up, so they won't follow us."
The Foot Soldiers quickly began to chain the remaining three turtles, as Michaelangelo and Shredder hurriedly left the technodrome.
"Do you've any idea as to where April would take her?" Shredder asked.
Michaelangelo shook his head. "No. Do you?"
Nodding, Shredder replied, "Yes, I think I might."
He then led the turtle to the place where he'd first seen April with Lana all those years ago.
Chapter 47: Meanwhile in an abandoned warehouse.
"What do you want with me?" Lana wanted to know. "I ain't never done nothing to you!"
"Oh, but you have Lana," April sneered. "You were just too damn young to remember it. Thanks to you, I lost my job at the six o'clock news."
"Why thanks to me?" Lana questioned. "How could I have gotten you fired?"
"Donnie didn't want to give you to the police after your family was murdered," April rambled carelessly. "Said you were too young to remember what the killer looked like, and wouldn't remember your family after awhile anyway, so what was the point? The point was, I could've gotten a nice huge raise, and the corner office I always dreamed of. But nooo. He didn't care about how it could help me, he only cared about what was best for you. And because he kept you, I was accused of lying to the cops, charged a huge ass fine, and lost, not only the corner office with a promotion, but my job as well."
"Then it's Donnie' fault, not mine," Lana pointed out. "I didn't do nothing."
"If it weren't for you wrapping Donnie around your frigin' lil' finger, not only would I still have my job and promotion, but I'd still have my best friends!" April growled. "I wouldn't have been forced to move to California, though it's not as cold there, and I have met David Hasselhoff because of it."
Lana's ears perked up. "You met David Hasselhoff?" She asked in disbelief.
April nodded. "Yeah, why?"
"Oh my God!" Lana gasped. "I love David Hasselhoff!"
"Quite a cutie, isn't he?" April said, smiling slightly. "Him and David Charvet."
"David Charvet's cute, but I prefer Billy Warlock and Jeremy Jackson," Lana gushed. "They're my faves after David Hasselhoff, along with the guy who plays Cody Madison, David what's-his-name?"
"Oh, yeah, him," April acknowledges. "He's a real hottie."
"Good, she's becoming distracted," Lana thought. "Maybe if I keep her talking about Baywatch she'll forget why we're here and someone will have come to rescue me by then."
"And what about Jaason Simmons' accent?" April gushed. "Aww. Now there's an accent to love."
"Yeah, I guess so," Lana said, shrugging slightly.
"What? Don't you think he's a nice accent?" April demanded suddenly.
"Yeah, but Brian Littrell has a nicer one," Lana told her, then smiled proudly. "He's from Kentucky, you know."
"Australia is by far better than Kentucky," April snapped. "And I don't give a damn about some stupid, pathetic, can't-sing-worth-shit Backstreet Boy."
"He's not stupid or pathetic!" Lana cried. "And he's the best singer ever! Him and Elvis!"
"Oh, God, another crappy singer who got fame they didn't deserve," April guffawed.
"They deserved it!" Lenore shouted. "Why? Who do you like?"
"Mc Jagger," April replied. "Him and Smashing Pumpkins, along with Tea Party."
"Well, you can stick with your 'rock', and I'll stick with my pop/rock," Lana retorted.
"Don't you mouth off to me!" April yells, slapping Lana across the face. "How dare you!"
Chapter 48: Outside of the warehouse.
"Are you sure April would come here?" Michaelangelo asked Shredder. "It just doesn't seem like her."
"Michaelangelo, kidnapping Lana doesn't seem like her either, but she's done it twice," Shredder snapped. "And twice I've had to help you mutant morons get her back."
"Okay. Sheesh!" Michaelangelo said. "No need to be harsh, Shred-head. Not our fault you found April the first time."
"Or this time either, am I correct?" Shredder retorted eyeing the turtle next to him.
"So, when do you think it'll be safe to go in and rescue Lana?" Michaelangelo asked, changing the subject some. "You don't think April would actually hurt her, do you?"
Shredder shrugged. "Who knows anymore?"
"Well," Michaelangelo pressed. "Is it safe yet?"
"I think now may be the only chance we'll get," Shredder answered. "C'mon."
The two of them barged into the crumbling old warehouse at top speed. They searched every room on every floor, stopping outside a room on the third floor when they heard voices.
"Brian is so better than Mc Jagger!" They heard Lana yell. "So are Kevin, Nick, A.J., and Howie!"
They heard a hand connect with something then, making a loud "Shmuck!" sound. Shredder and Michaelangelo glanced at one another, anger evident in both sets of eyes, before breaking the door down and barging into the room.
"Mikey!" Lana yelped, as April hit her with a whip that was lying near by.
Michaelangelo froze as he saw the whip come back down and lash a now crying Lana again. Suddenly, he lost all control and charged at April, not caring if she hit him with the whip or not. All he knew was that he had to keep her from hurting Lana even more than she already had.
"BITCH!" He screamed as he yanked the whip out of her hands.
Shredder watched, highly amused, as Michaelangelo folded the whip in half, then shoved April up against the wall, pressing the whip tight against her throat.
"M.Mikey," April managed. "D.don't. P.please?"
In that one small instant, he saw the April he once knew, but he was too far-gone to stop now.
"Tie her down," he told Shredder backing away from her some.
Shredder eyed him carefully, but quickly tied her down on the mattress in the far corner of the room.
"She's all yours, Michaelangelo," Shredder said signaling with his hands as he moved out of his way. "Give her what you know she deserves."
"You're gonna feel pain April," he told her, lifting the back of her shirt up. "Real pain."
"Mikey!" April cried desperately. "Mikey! Please!"
Michaelangelo ignored her cries and brought the whip down as hard as he could onto her bare back. He listened as she let out a cry of pain, and smirked sadistically. He waited a moment, then brought the whip down again, to once more connect with her back.
Lana watched wide-eyed from her chair, as her hero beat April with the whip. She'd never in her whole entire life seen Michaelangelo that mad, and prayed to God, he'd never get that mad at her, ever.
Michaelangelo stopped whipping her back, and still smirking evilly, pulled her pants down so that her ass was showing.
"I think it's time you felt what it's like to not be able to sit," he growled. "Everyone in this room, except you, has known that feeling at some point. Well, Ape, it's your turn now."
Shredder let him whip her ass a few times, before finally grabbing the whip from the enraged turtle, and throwing it across the room.
"Michaelangelo," Shredder began. "Get Lana out of here. Now."
"But, why?" Michaelangelo wanted to know.
"What I'm about to do, she does not need to see," Shredder told him. "Take her and go. I'll contact Krang, and have him release your brothers. They'll meet you at home. Now go."
Michaelangelo nodded, and hurried over to Lana to untie her from the chair she'd been stuck in for the past couple of hours.
Once he'd untied her, Lana immediately threw her arms around him and began to sob uncontrollably.
Shredder came over and patted her head while Michaelangelo hugged her tight, without hurting her where she'd been whipped.
"It's alright my child," he said softly. "All is well now. I'll make sure she never even thinks of hurting you again."
"D.don't k.kill her," Lana managed. "Please don't."
"I won't," Shredder assured her. "I promise. It was never my intent to kill her."
He muttered to Michaelangelo and Michaelangelo only, "I just plan on making her suffer, that's all."
Michaelangelo threw him and look, knowing exactly what it was he was going to do. He left with Lana then, and ran to the closest sewer so she wouldn't have to hear April's screams.
Shredder turned to April with them most evil grin on his face anyone had ever seen. He went over to the bed and rolled her over, then stroked her hair and the side of her face with his hand.
"You're all mine now April," he said softly. "All mine."
April whimpered helplessly as Shredder stuck a gag in her mouth, then straddled her, smirking the whole time.
Chapter 49: Lair.
Michaelangelo entered the lair, only to find Shredder had stayed true to his word, as he was immediately greeted, by his brothers.
"Lana!" Donatello cried.
"Donnie!" Lana whimpered, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Shh. It's okay," Donatello soothed. "It'll be okay now, I promise."
Lana cried into his shoulder, and clung to him like there was no tomorrow as she was so afraid that April would come back and kidnap her again.
"Hey Kid," Raphael piped up, appearing behind his brother out of nowhere, and giving her a small smile.
Lana threw him the tiniest smile he'd ever seen coming from her, making him wish he'd gone with Shredder instead so he could've ground April to a bloody pulp.
"Did she hurt you at all?" Donatello asked.
Lana nodded weakly, suddenly feeling exhausted.
"C'mon then," Donatello sighed. "Let's go get you cleaned up, shall we?"
She said nothing as she lay her head on his shoulder and let him carry her, like a rag doll, to the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Leonardo stood staring at his younger brother.
"What did you do, Mikey?" He queried finally. "Don't telling me nothing, 'cause I know that look in your eyes."
"You don't wanna know," Michaelangelo sighed, as he plopped down onto the couch. "Trust me. You don't wanna know."
"Mikey, we do wanna know," Leonardo told him.
"Yeah," Raphael added. "I, for one, really wanna know just exactly what the hell you and old Shred-head did to the stupid bitch."
"Let's just say, she won't be able to sit for quit some time," Michaelangelo smirked slightly. "Nor will she be able to lie on her back."
Leonardo and Raphael both looked at their brother confused.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Leonardo questioned.
"Augh!" Michaelangelo groaned, not wanting to have to re-live his psychotic moments. "One word: Whip."
His brothers stared at him, their mouths wide open, jaws practically on the floor as their eyes bugged out of their heads.
"You.you what?" Raphael managed (there's a first. lol.). "Seriously?"
Michaelangelo nodded. "Yeah, just don't tell Splinter, alright?"
"Don't tell me what, Michaelangelo?" Splinter demanded. "What have you done to April?"
The turtle looked up at his father sheepishly. "I made her pay," he answered.
"Did you hurt her?" Splinter interrogated.
Michaelangelo nodded silently.
"Badly?" Splinter wanted to know.
"Hai," Michaelangelo responded quietly, looking at the floor.
"You will look at me when I am speaking to you, Michaelangelo!" Splinter snapped.
"Hai, Sensei," Michaelangelo replied looking up at him.
Splinter eyed his son warily.
"You know how much I disapprove of you hurting others, unless you have to, in order to save someone's life," he scolded. "Hurting April like you have, despite what she has done, was not right nor is it approved of. I am very disappointed in you Michaelangelo."
Michaelangelo hung his head, but still kept eye contact with his Master.
"Mikey," they heard Lana say, as she came into the den.
"I shall deal with you in the morning," Splinter told him. "Be glad that Lana has called your attention, or I would punish you now."
"Hai," Michaelangelo whispered, then looked at Lana. "Yeah, Munchkin?"
"Um.can I stay with you tonight?" She asked cautiously, as she now knew exactly what he was capable of in a fit of rage.
Michaelangelo gave her a soft smile. "Sure Kiddo."
Lana ran over to the couch and hugged him. "Thanks," she said softly.
"Lana, bed," Donatello told her as he came to stand behind her.
"Night Leo."
Leonardo hugged her. "Night Lana-Belle. Sleep well."
Lana giggled. "That rhymed."
Leonardo smiled at her and ruffled her hair.
"Night Master Splinter," she replicated, giving him a curt bow.
"Goodnight, my child," Splinter replied.
She hugged Donatello, then dashed over to Raphael, who, to everyone's surprise (but hers), picked her up.
"Night Kid." He hugged her, then set her back down on the floor, feeling as though he'd just showed way too much emotion.
Lana then grabbed Michaelangelo's hand and dragged him off to his room.
Chapter 50: During the night.
Lana awoke with a start, not knowing where she was at first. She soon recalled asking Michaelangelo if she could stay with him, and relaxed some.
"I hope April doesn't ever come after me again," she thought. "I hope Mikey and Shredder taught her a lesson she'll never forget."
She lay there for a bit, then squirmed out of Michaelangelo's grasp. She'd had a nightmare, but didn't want to bother him with it. She stood up, stretched, and decided to take Simon (her stuffed Chipmunk) and go bug the person who the dream had been about.
"I hope Mikey don't wake up looking for me," she hoped silently.
She then quietly tiptoed down to the room at the very end of the hall. She slowly pushed the door open, and ducked into the room, closing the door behind her. Giving herself a minute or so to let her eyes adjust to the darkness (wasn't as bright as the hall), she stood looking around the room. Her eyes soon landed on the figure in the bed.
"Hope I'm not waking him from a cool dream," she thought to herself. "I hate when people do that to me."
She inched herself over to the bed and shook him.
The turtle in the bed groaned, and rolled over, only to find her staring at him.
"Whoa!" He yelled quietly, then caught his breath. "Jeez! You shouldn't scare people like that Lana."
"Sorry," she apologized.
He eyed her. "What's wrong?"
"I.I had a nightmare," she admitted.
"Why didn't you wake Mikey then?"
"You were in it," she answered.
"Oh, I see. You wanted to make sure I was okay, right?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
He thought for a second, then pulled his covers back.
"Hop in," he sighed. "I know you're not gonna leave me alone until I let you stay, so I might as well get that part over with."
She smiled slightly as she climbed into the bed and lay next to him. "Thanks."
"No problem," he rejoined. "Now get some sleep."
He put his arm around her, pulled her closer, and kissed her head.
"Night Lana," he whispered. "I love you."
"I love you too.Raph," She whispered back.
A.N.: Well, thatz it 4 now. I'll post the next bit as soon as I figure out how 2 write the newest chapter. I've already the idea & started it & everything, I just gotta word it all right. Well, Adios! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA!!!!!!
Chapter 41: Month later.
"Donnie?"
"Yeah, Lana?"
"Where are my parents?"
Donatello practically choked on his bagel. "What?"
"Where are my parents?" Lana repeated. "What happened to them? Why'd they give me up? How'd I wind up here?"
Donatello sighed, then patted his lap. "Come here, Honey."
Lana went over and sat in his lap at the kitchen table. Once she was settled she looked up at Donatello expectantly.
"Kiddo, there's no easy way to say this," Donatello began. "But your family is in Heaven."
"Heaven?" Lana said confused. "Why?"
"They were killed," Donatello stated softly.
"How?"
Donatello looked quite uncomfortable then.
"Donnie?"
"Lana, I'd always hoped you'd never ask these questions, but knew that some day you eventually would. I'm wishing today wasn't that day."
"Why? What happened?"
"Honey, they.they were.murdered," Donatello told her gently. "I'm sorry."
Lana sat there staring at him blankly as though she hadn't heard him.
"Lana?"
"NO!" She burst out suddenly. "THEY'RE ALIVE! I KNOW THEY ARE! YOU LIE!"
"Sweetie, I wouldn't lie about something like that," Donatello replicated, with a pained look on his face. "Never. Especially to you."
Lana slid out of his lap. "NO! I HATE YOU! THEY'RE ALIVE! THEY ARE!"
"Lana!" Donatello cried, as she raced out of the kitchen, then out of the lair.
"Augh! Dammit!" Donatello shouted pounding his fist on the table.
"What's wrong Donnie?" Leonardo asked entering the kitchen. "Why'd Lana run out of here all upset?"
"She asked about her parents, Leo," Donatello snapped. "I told her the truth and she doesn't believe me."
"Oh," Leonardo acknowledged.
Donatello waited a bit, figuring he'd let her cool off some, then went out to look for her. In the end, he ended up coming home, and asking his brothers to help him search. After three hours of nothing, Donatello figured she'd run away for real this time.
"I give up," He said plopping down on the couch, and burying his head in his hands. "I should've known she wasn't old enough to be told and would react like this."
"Donnie, it's not like you could've just changed the subject," Raphael told him. "There's no way in hell she'd drop the damn subject."
"Besides," Leonardo added, "you couldn't just lie to her."
"Yeah, but now I've no idea as to where she is," Donatello mumbled. "For all I know she could already be in another state already."
"Um.guys." Michaelangelo began. "I'm gonna go give the sewer one last look, okay?"
"Whatever," Donatello replied with a wave of his hand. "Do what you want Mikey."
Michaelangelo shrugged slightly, then headed off for her secret spot. He found it and quietly entered, keeping silent as he heard crying.
Lana froze as she heard footsteps approaching. She curled up into an even tighter ball, and whimpered slightly from fear.
"Lana?"
Lana let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding when she heard Michaelangelo's voice. She watched silently as Michaelangelo came over and sat down next to her.
"Care to talk about it?" He asked.
"He's lying. Please, tell me he's lying," she begged through tears. "They.they can't be dead. They just can't be!"
Michaelangelo sighed and pulled her into his lap.
"Lana, as much as I'd love to tell you Donnie's lying and that you're parents are alive, I'm afraid I can't. What Donnie said was all true. They were murdered. You were only two at the time, and lived in Brooklyn."
"Then how did I get here?" Lana questioned. "How did I wind up with you guys?"
"No one's sure how you got here," Michaelangelo told her. "But as for how you came to live with us, well, Donnie found you wandering around Central Park. He realized you were lost and brought you home with him. After a few days of searching we discovered that your family was the one that'd been murdered in Brooklyn."
"Mikey?"
"Yeah?"
"Whose April?"
"Um. I think you'd best leave that one up to one of the other guys," Michaelangelo said, as he suddenly drifted off into space, and thought, "Why April? Why? Why'd you do it? Was it to boost your career? Or was it just out of spite 'cause Donnie wouldn't let you have your way? Why?"
"Mikey?" Lana spoke interrupting his thoughts.
"Hmm.yeah?"
"Is Donnie mad?"
"No. He's just hurt," Michaelangelo shrugged.
"He is? Why?"
"Lana, not only did you not believe him, but, you told him you hated him when all he did was answer your question truthfully," Michaelangelo replied. "I think anybody would be hurt by those words, even Raph."
Lana looked back down again. "Oh."
"Fave word?" Mikey asked with a slight grin.
"Wha?" Lana looked at him confused, then let out a small laugh. "Oh.yeah."
Mikey shook his head at her but still kept his little grin.
Lana snuggled into him as she was getting cold and wanted what little warmth he could give. They sat there for a few moments longer, before Michaelangelo stood up with her in his arms.
"C'mon Munchkin," he said. "Let's get home before we freeze."
"It's not always this cold," Lana stated as they exited the hideout. "It's usually nice and warm in there."
"But you're not only in your pajamas then, are you?" Michaelangelo rejoined. "Normally you have warmer clothes on."
Lana giggled. "Yeah, I usually do."
They finally reached the lair, where they were met by three solemn looking faces.
"What's wrong Bro?" Michaelangelo asked Raphael.
Raphael snorted and looked away from them disgustedly.
"What?" Michaelangelo repeated. "What's going on?"
"Mikey, there's something we have to tell you," Leonardo said.
Michaelangelo looked at them questioningly.
"She's back," was all Donatello said to make Michaelangelo lose his grin.
Lana, who was still in her hero's arms, watched as he paled.
"Whose back?" She queried.
"Are.are you sure?"
"Yep," Raph snorted. "Saw the bitch myself."
"W.why?" Michaelangelo questioned, praying for any answer but the one he was thinking.
"Whose back?" Lana asked again.
His brothers immediately looked to Donatello, who looked at Michaelangelo with sympathy.
"N.No."
"Afraid so, Mikey," Donatello said.
"Whose back?" Lana wanted to know, hating the fact she was being ignored.
"She.she wouldn't, would she?"
"Mike, she knows exactly where the damn lair is," Raphael snapped. "Damn straight she would. She'd be pretty damn stupid not to even try. And knowing that bitch, she'll do anything to get her way."
Michaelangelo glanced down at the eleven-year-old girl in his arms, and felt his eyes fill up with tears, along with a sudden urge to protect her more now than ever. He looked to his brothers, fear evident in his usually bright eyes, and a troubled look plastered on his face.
"Whose back?" Lana whined somewhat.
Leonardo, Donatello, and Raphael all looked back at Michaelangelo, sharing the same look, before casting their gaze from him to one another all thinking the same thing: Not again.
Chapter 42: A couple days later.
Lana was beginning to feel like she was under house arrest, for no fault of her own, as the guys wouldn't let her out of their sight for a split millisecond, more or less leave the lair to visit Jeff and Drew. Because she was under constant surveillance she was becoming quite irritated and snippy, which was not a good thing, especially with four, jumpy/worried/upset and already peed off turtles. Oh, and one very over- protective rat, named Splinter.
"But I want to see Jeff!" She yelled at Donatello for the zillionth time in two days. "I haven't seen him since Wednesday and it's Saturday already!"
"Lana, I've told you numerous times, you're not allowed out this weekend," Donatello stated firmly. "Now leave it at that."
"But why am I not allowed out?" Lana demanded. "What'd I do wrong now?"
"I don't have to have a reason for wanting you to stay in," Donatello retorted. "And if I do, it's none of your concern!"
"It is my concern if I've done nothing wrong and you won't let me see Jeff, or even wander the sewer!" Lana shouted. "Why are you treating me like a damn jailbird?"
Donatello gave her a Look. "Watch your language or forget not leaving the lair, you won't be leaving your room."
"But." she tried.
"Lana," Donatello said sternly. "Enough."
Lana walked off grumbling, only to have Donatello call after her.
"Don't think I can't hear you, young lady!" He called.
She kicked a forgotten pebble on the floor and watched as it skipped down the hallway, and landed right under Raphael's foot.
By the look on his face, she could tell he was not happy.
"Uh-oh," she thought. "Not a good time to mess with him."
She threw him a small sheepish grin when he looked her way, then scampered off to see who was in the practice room. She wasn't too surprised when she found Leonardo in there practicing his katas. She stood silently in the doorway watching him, with a look of awe on her face. Sure she'd always loved the nunchucks, mainly because Michaelangelo had them. And sure she loved the sais, because Raphael had given them to her when she was small. Oh, and sure she loved the bo, though she'd never used it, because Donatello could easily knock people over with it, herself included when needed. But secretly she'd always loved watching Leonardo use his katanas. The way they moved so swiftly, slicing through the air, making swooshing sounds. The most dangerous of the four weapons, unless Raphael got mad and lost his temper, which was often, but rarely with her. She watched him for a bit longer, completely lost in thought, and didn't even realize when he stopped and began to smile at her.
"Like what you see?" Leonardo asked, breaking her out of her trance.
Lana nodded wordlessly, her eyes wide, as they always were after secretly watching him. Surprisingly, this was the first time she'd ever been caught; well, that she knew of anyway.
"Wanna try?" Leonardo questioned, holding the katanas out towards her.
Her eyes went wider and she looked from the katanas to him to see if he meant it.
Leonardo gestured slightly with his katanas, which he very rarely let anyone else use.
Lana's eyes lit up and she nodded eagerly.
"Well, c'mon then," he said.
He watched as she hurried over to him and patiently waited for any command.
"Do you know how to hold them?" He queried, to which she nodded embarrassed. "You do, do you?"
She looked down and blushed slightly. Sure she knew how to hold them. She'd watched him all these years, and, though she'd never admit it, especially to him, sometimes she'd sneak in wherever he'd accidentally left them, and pick them up to admire them.
"Well, then, let's see what you know," he said looking at her strangely as he passed her his katanas. "Start off slow so you can get used to them."
She held the katanas carefully and expertly, anxiously awaiting the next instruction.
Leonardo grabbed another set of katanas off the wall, then stood before her once more.
"Alrighty. We're gonna start off easy, okay?"
"Okay," she squeaked, making him chuckle slightly.
"Relax Lana-belle," Leonardo said, using his nickname for her. "You'll do fine."
Lana relaxed, then, before he could show her anything, began to slowly do the kata she'd just watched him do.
Leonardo looked at her amazed, and, respectfully, didn't speak until she'd finished.
"How'd you know all that?"
"Watching you," she admitted.
"But you never watch me unless it's during a practice session, and we always learn new stuff, improve the old, spar, and get lectured then," Leonardo said confused. "We never do katas, unless Sensei wants to make sure we know them well enough."
Lana looked him in the eye challengingly. "Ever heard of something called a spy maybe?"
"So it is you I always see lurking in the shadows?" Leonardo interrogated with a smirk on his face.
"Uh.yeah," Lana admitted.
He reached over and ruffled her hair, after shifting the one katana over to his other hand to be with its twin.
"Don't be embarrassed Lana-Belle," he smiled softly. "I don't mind if you watch, just as long as you don't get in the way."
"Thank God he doesn't know 'bout me touching them without permission," she thought. "He'd be really mad then."
They then began a small lesson. Lana beamed inwardly, bursting with pride anytime she caught Leonardo smiling at her approvingly. Never before had she felt so proud, and, well.respected.
Chapter 43: That night.
"So, I heard Leo let you use his katanas," Raphael said sitting down next to Lana on the couch. "Were you any good?"
Lana smiled shyly. "I think I did okay, it being my first time and all."
"According to Leo, you were amazing," Raphael replicated. "Said he'd never seen someone learn things so quickly before. Said he wished I was more patient and eager to learn like you."
Lana's face turned pink as she beamed at the compliments.
"Now, if only you were as eager to learn your sais katas, as you are the katana ones," Raphael stated, making sure no one else had heard. "Then there'd be a greater reason to be proud. I'm guessing you could use some work on your nunchuck skills as well."
She looked at her lap, her pride slowly seeping out. Raphael had a point. She hadn't been practicing as much as she used to.suppose to, that is. She knew she was disappointing him, as he'd pretty much said so the last time they'd had a lesson. Michaelangelo, on the other hand, was much more laid back about her nunchuck lessons. He'd told her, to practice only when she felt dedicated enough to do so. She had to feel as though her heart and soul were behind every movement one hundred percent or what she was doing wouldn't matter very much.
The thought of Michaelangelo's rare, somewhat poetic, yet wise words made her smile slightly.
"What are you smiling about?" Raphael interrogated, then stated bluntly, "Your last lesson was nothing to be proud of."
Her smile quickly faded once more.
"Sorry," she mumbled.
"I expect better next time," Raphael told her. "If you haven't improved any, I'll see that something's done about it, you hear?"
"Yes, Raph," Lana whispered.
She sat there for a couple more minutes, then, seeing as it was getting close to her bedtime, got up to go to the bathroom. Once all ready for bed, she went to the kitchen to get a glass of warm milk.
"Hey Lana," Leonardo said. "All ready for bed, I see."
She nodded getting her glass of milk, which Donatello always left on the counter for her before she had to go to bed.
He came over and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm really proud of you, you know."
Lana blushed.
"I've never seen anyone do so well on a kata they've just learned," Leonardo told her. "Not even I do as good as you did earlier."
She beamed, still turning pink, and ducked her head some.
"Hey," Leonardo said, lifting her chin up with his hand. "You'd better be blushing with pride, Missy, 'cause you've nothing to be ashamed of."
She looked up at him shyly, and nodded with a small smile on her face.
"There's a girl," Leonardo smiled ruffling her hair. "Keep up the good work Kiddo."
She blushed an even darker shade of red, then dashed off for bed after saying good-night to everyone. Once in bed, she lay there for awhile thinking about what each of them had said, deciding she liked Leonardo's comments the best.
Chapter 44: During the night.
Lana was in a deep sleep, when she suddenly had the feeling that someone was watching her. She slowly opened her eyes, making it so that whoever was there wouldn't know she was awake. She felt her heart just about stop when she saw an unknown, unfamiliar figure moving in the darkness. Silently she watched as the figure made its way closer to her bed, finally stopping once it had reached her. It was then she realized whoever it was, was human.
"What the hell." Lana thought. "What's going on? Who is this person? They're too tall to be Jeff, and it sure as hell don't look like Shredder."
Just then, the figure clad in black looked vaguely familiar, and Lana felt as though she'd seen this person before. She eyed the person warily, and soon felt a sharp object against her throat.
"Don't make a sound," the voice instructed. "Do and pay the deadly price."
Lana nodded slightly, as she was too afraid to do anything else.
"Donnie!" She thought frantically, as she was led to the den. "Where are you? Wake up already!"
"Move it," the voice snarled. "I don't have all night, Lana."
"That voice, it sounds so familiar," Lana told herself. "But where have I heard it before?"
There was a noise from the hallway then, and her attacker quickly flung them both to the floor behind the couch.
"Keep it quiet!" The voice hissed.
Lana kept quiet as Raphael made his way into the kitchen, more than likely up getting a midnight snack. She saw him come out a few minutes later and start to head back to his room. She let out a small squeak then, and prayed he hadn't heard, for her sake, and maybe his.
"Who's there? "Raphael demanded, turning around, not answering her prayers. "Lana, is that you? If it is, you'd best get your ass back to bed, before Donnie finds out you're sneaking around again."
Suddenly, the lights came on, flooding the lair with their brightness.
"So we meet again, April," She heard Donatello say with such bitterness in his voice, that it scared her beyond belief.
April grabbed Lana as she stood up, and stuck the knife to her throat.
"Careful Donnie," she smirked sadistically. "One false move, and I can very easily slit her throat."
"Remain calm, Donnie," Leonardo instructed. "We don't need for anything stupid to happen."
Just then, Michaelangelo came into the room to see what all the ruckus was, and froze when he saw April with a knife to Lana's throat.
"A.April?" He managed.
"Hey Mikey," April smiled kindly, acting as though it were old times. "It's so nice to see you again. Maybe you can come up to my apartment later for some hot chocolate, and we can hang out like we used to."
Now, even though he was half-asleep and April was trying to charm him, Michaelangelo understood the seriousness of the situation perfectly, and his eyes darkened like April had never seen them do before.
"Let her go, April," Michaelangelo said. "She's not the problem."
"Oh, but she is Mikey," April said, pressing the knife closer. "She's the reason you guys hate me. She's the reason for your unhappiness, not me."
"April, we hate you because of what you tried to do and did," Leonardo told her. "Lana was never here to replace you, like I know you think."
"Who the hell says we're unhappy?" Raphael interrogated. "What? You think you still know us after all these damn years, you stupid Bitch?"
April's eyes flashed with anger. "Watch it Raph. Don't think I can't take you, 'cause I can."
Raphael scoffed. "I'd sure as hell like to see you try."
Lana let out a small whimper then, as the knife began to dig into her throat. It abruptly dawned on her that she knew some ninjitsu herself and should be able to get away from April without any help.
Michaelangelo looked so pained, that it hurt Lana to see him like that, and she knew April was the cause of it. She wasn't about to stand around and let someone hurt her hero. No way dude.
"Hiya!" She shouted suddenly, ramming her elbow into April's stomach.
April, who was totally taken by surprise, let go of her as she stumble back from the unexpected blow.
"What the." April trailed off, as Lana ran to Michaelangelo for protection. "Where the hell did you learn that?"
"What's wrong April? Expecting the same helpless child you abducted nine years ago?" Raphael asked, as Michaelangelo hugged Lana tight, and April nodded. "Pff. Don't think so, Bitch. She's older and has some common sense."
"Gee. Thanks Raph," Lana thought. "Would've expected at least a lil' more credit than that."
"Whatcha do, Raphael, teach her some damn ninjitsu, or whatever the hell it's called?" April said. "If so, I expected better."
"Maybe, and maybe not," Leonardo says. "Even if we didn't, not saying we did, she would've still thought to defend herself like that."
"Pff. Whatever, Leo," April scoffed. "If you did, she'll never be good enough in your eyes. Just like Mikey was never good enough. Why do you think he always came to my place? To escape your criticism, dude. Him and Raph both."
Everyone looked at Michaelangelo shocked.
"I was looking for Raph," he said, his eyes narrowing. "And a friend, who happened to have pizza."
"That's not what you told me!" April retorted.
Lana had heard enough then.
"STOP IT!" She yelled. "STOP IT!"
"Problem, orphan?" April chuckled.
"LEAVE MIKEY ALONE!" Lana screamed. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
"Ah, so I see Mikey's brainwashed yet another youth, with his supposed charm," April riposted. "Glad to see some things never change."
Lana grew mad then, and, breaking away from Michaelangelo's grasp before anyone could stop her, charged at April.
"Lana!" Donatello called, but he was too late.
"You stupid Bitch!" Lana shouted, as she attacked April. "Leave Mikey alone!"
April reacted quickly, and almost immediately had Lana pinned once more, with the knife pressed harder than before against her throat.
"Any more stunts, and you lose your head, you hear?" She hissed.
"Y.yes," Lana managed to choke out.
April glared at the turtles, who she once actually considered friends.
"Follow me and she dies," April threatened. "I mean it, more than you'll ever know or want to find out."
Lana's eyes began to water, and she soon felt lone tears trickle down her face. She tried to move, but couldn't, as the knife would slice into her and that would be quite painful.
April then began to drag her out of the lair while the turtles stood there helplessly watching.
"Don't you dare hurt her April!" Michaelangelo called, weakly. "Don't you dare."
"Nice try Mikey," April laughed. "But that was a pretty feeble attempt."
Lana was then dragged through the sewers by April, who was quite peeved. They soon left the sewers and would up in some dark alley.
"I told Donatello he'd live to regret his decision," April muttered. "I told him."
Chapter 45: Lair.
"We.we have to go after them!" Michaelangelo said. "We gotta save Lana!"
"Mikey, I know you want her back, but we can't follow them," Leonardo says. "She'd kill Lana, and we don't want that."
"Hate to admit it, but Leo's right," Donatello agreed. "As much as I want to go out there and run after them, I can't just yet."
"Dammit!" Raphael growled, angrily throwing his sai across the lair and right into the radio, which immediately sparked from the impact.
"Raph, killing the radio won't help out situation any," Leonardo said. "It just leaves us with another mess."
"You think I don't know that Leo?" Raphael snaps retrieving his sai. "Damn April! Damn her!"
"Hmm. I wonder." Donatello trailed off.
"Whatcha thinking Donnie?" Michaelangelo asked.
"I was just wondering if old Shred-head would help us out," Donatello replied. "Even if Lana does give him a hard time, he'd still never hurt her unless she's majorly peed him off. You think he'd do us a favour, for Lana's sake?"
"Let's hope so," Leonardo answered. "C'mon. Let's go find the technodrome."
"Too bad Lana's not here," Michaelangelo replicated. "She always seems to know where the technodrome is."
The four left the lair, then headed off towards the spot the technodrome had been in last.
Chapter 46: Technodrome.
"Get them!" Shredder yelled, once he realized the turtles had entered the technodrome. "Move it you imbeciles!"
Shredder was tempted to yell, "Destroy them!" but remembered Lana, and knew he couldn't do that. Well, at least not kill off Donatello and Michaelangelo anyway.
Soon enough the turtles were amazingly captured by Foot Soldiers, with the help of Be-Bop and Rocksteady.
"What do you want?" Shredder demanded. "Why are you in my technodrome?"
"I believe it's Krang's technodrome," Raphael snapped.
Shredder glared at him, then eyed the one he knew displayed his emotions best, no matter how hard he tried to hide them. He noted that he looked as though he'd been crying, and his eyes were incredibly worried.
"Michaelangelo," Shredder began, "something's happened to Lana, am I correct?"
Michaelangelo nodded, then blinked several times to keep his tears from falling.
"April has finally seeked revenge?"
Michaelangelo nodded again, this time fury entering his, usually cheerful, eyes.
Shredder thought a moment, eyeing them all, before speaking again. "Michaelangelo, you're coming with me, as you seem to hate April the most. The rest of you shall stay here and keep my men entertained, or Lana shall not return to you, you hear?"
"But." Raphael started to protest.
"Raphael, if you care for Lana, like I think you do, then I'd advise you to keep your smart ass remarks to yourself," Shredder barked. "Unless you'd prefer to have her brought back looking like a damn pin cushion."
Raphael tightened his jaw, but kept quiet, to the surprise of his brothers.
"Release Michaelangelo," Shredder ordered. "Keep the rest here until I return. Chain them up, so they won't follow us."
The Foot Soldiers quickly began to chain the remaining three turtles, as Michaelangelo and Shredder hurriedly left the technodrome.
"Do you've any idea as to where April would take her?" Shredder asked.
Michaelangelo shook his head. "No. Do you?"
Nodding, Shredder replied, "Yes, I think I might."
He then led the turtle to the place where he'd first seen April with Lana all those years ago.
Chapter 47: Meanwhile in an abandoned warehouse.
"What do you want with me?" Lana wanted to know. "I ain't never done nothing to you!"
"Oh, but you have Lana," April sneered. "You were just too damn young to remember it. Thanks to you, I lost my job at the six o'clock news."
"Why thanks to me?" Lana questioned. "How could I have gotten you fired?"
"Donnie didn't want to give you to the police after your family was murdered," April rambled carelessly. "Said you were too young to remember what the killer looked like, and wouldn't remember your family after awhile anyway, so what was the point? The point was, I could've gotten a nice huge raise, and the corner office I always dreamed of. But nooo. He didn't care about how it could help me, he only cared about what was best for you. And because he kept you, I was accused of lying to the cops, charged a huge ass fine, and lost, not only the corner office with a promotion, but my job as well."
"Then it's Donnie' fault, not mine," Lana pointed out. "I didn't do nothing."
"If it weren't for you wrapping Donnie around your frigin' lil' finger, not only would I still have my job and promotion, but I'd still have my best friends!" April growled. "I wouldn't have been forced to move to California, though it's not as cold there, and I have met David Hasselhoff because of it."
Lana's ears perked up. "You met David Hasselhoff?" She asked in disbelief.
April nodded. "Yeah, why?"
"Oh my God!" Lana gasped. "I love David Hasselhoff!"
"Quite a cutie, isn't he?" April said, smiling slightly. "Him and David Charvet."
"David Charvet's cute, but I prefer Billy Warlock and Jeremy Jackson," Lana gushed. "They're my faves after David Hasselhoff, along with the guy who plays Cody Madison, David what's-his-name?"
"Oh, yeah, him," April acknowledges. "He's a real hottie."
"Good, she's becoming distracted," Lana thought. "Maybe if I keep her talking about Baywatch she'll forget why we're here and someone will have come to rescue me by then."
"And what about Jaason Simmons' accent?" April gushed. "Aww. Now there's an accent to love."
"Yeah, I guess so," Lana said, shrugging slightly.
"What? Don't you think he's a nice accent?" April demanded suddenly.
"Yeah, but Brian Littrell has a nicer one," Lana told her, then smiled proudly. "He's from Kentucky, you know."
"Australia is by far better than Kentucky," April snapped. "And I don't give a damn about some stupid, pathetic, can't-sing-worth-shit Backstreet Boy."
"He's not stupid or pathetic!" Lana cried. "And he's the best singer ever! Him and Elvis!"
"Oh, God, another crappy singer who got fame they didn't deserve," April guffawed.
"They deserved it!" Lenore shouted. "Why? Who do you like?"
"Mc Jagger," April replied. "Him and Smashing Pumpkins, along with Tea Party."
"Well, you can stick with your 'rock', and I'll stick with my pop/rock," Lana retorted.
"Don't you mouth off to me!" April yells, slapping Lana across the face. "How dare you!"
Chapter 48: Outside of the warehouse.
"Are you sure April would come here?" Michaelangelo asked Shredder. "It just doesn't seem like her."
"Michaelangelo, kidnapping Lana doesn't seem like her either, but she's done it twice," Shredder snapped. "And twice I've had to help you mutant morons get her back."
"Okay. Sheesh!" Michaelangelo said. "No need to be harsh, Shred-head. Not our fault you found April the first time."
"Or this time either, am I correct?" Shredder retorted eyeing the turtle next to him.
"So, when do you think it'll be safe to go in and rescue Lana?" Michaelangelo asked, changing the subject some. "You don't think April would actually hurt her, do you?"
Shredder shrugged. "Who knows anymore?"
"Well," Michaelangelo pressed. "Is it safe yet?"
"I think now may be the only chance we'll get," Shredder answered. "C'mon."
The two of them barged into the crumbling old warehouse at top speed. They searched every room on every floor, stopping outside a room on the third floor when they heard voices.
"Brian is so better than Mc Jagger!" They heard Lana yell. "So are Kevin, Nick, A.J., and Howie!"
They heard a hand connect with something then, making a loud "Shmuck!" sound. Shredder and Michaelangelo glanced at one another, anger evident in both sets of eyes, before breaking the door down and barging into the room.
"Mikey!" Lana yelped, as April hit her with a whip that was lying near by.
Michaelangelo froze as he saw the whip come back down and lash a now crying Lana again. Suddenly, he lost all control and charged at April, not caring if she hit him with the whip or not. All he knew was that he had to keep her from hurting Lana even more than she already had.
"BITCH!" He screamed as he yanked the whip out of her hands.
Shredder watched, highly amused, as Michaelangelo folded the whip in half, then shoved April up against the wall, pressing the whip tight against her throat.
"M.Mikey," April managed. "D.don't. P.please?"
In that one small instant, he saw the April he once knew, but he was too far-gone to stop now.
"Tie her down," he told Shredder backing away from her some.
Shredder eyed him carefully, but quickly tied her down on the mattress in the far corner of the room.
"She's all yours, Michaelangelo," Shredder said signaling with his hands as he moved out of his way. "Give her what you know she deserves."
"You're gonna feel pain April," he told her, lifting the back of her shirt up. "Real pain."
"Mikey!" April cried desperately. "Mikey! Please!"
Michaelangelo ignored her cries and brought the whip down as hard as he could onto her bare back. He listened as she let out a cry of pain, and smirked sadistically. He waited a moment, then brought the whip down again, to once more connect with her back.
Lana watched wide-eyed from her chair, as her hero beat April with the whip. She'd never in her whole entire life seen Michaelangelo that mad, and prayed to God, he'd never get that mad at her, ever.
Michaelangelo stopped whipping her back, and still smirking evilly, pulled her pants down so that her ass was showing.
"I think it's time you felt what it's like to not be able to sit," he growled. "Everyone in this room, except you, has known that feeling at some point. Well, Ape, it's your turn now."
Shredder let him whip her ass a few times, before finally grabbing the whip from the enraged turtle, and throwing it across the room.
"Michaelangelo," Shredder began. "Get Lana out of here. Now."
"But, why?" Michaelangelo wanted to know.
"What I'm about to do, she does not need to see," Shredder told him. "Take her and go. I'll contact Krang, and have him release your brothers. They'll meet you at home. Now go."
Michaelangelo nodded, and hurried over to Lana to untie her from the chair she'd been stuck in for the past couple of hours.
Once he'd untied her, Lana immediately threw her arms around him and began to sob uncontrollably.
Shredder came over and patted her head while Michaelangelo hugged her tight, without hurting her where she'd been whipped.
"It's alright my child," he said softly. "All is well now. I'll make sure she never even thinks of hurting you again."
"D.don't k.kill her," Lana managed. "Please don't."
"I won't," Shredder assured her. "I promise. It was never my intent to kill her."
He muttered to Michaelangelo and Michaelangelo only, "I just plan on making her suffer, that's all."
Michaelangelo threw him and look, knowing exactly what it was he was going to do. He left with Lana then, and ran to the closest sewer so she wouldn't have to hear April's screams.
Shredder turned to April with them most evil grin on his face anyone had ever seen. He went over to the bed and rolled her over, then stroked her hair and the side of her face with his hand.
"You're all mine now April," he said softly. "All mine."
April whimpered helplessly as Shredder stuck a gag in her mouth, then straddled her, smirking the whole time.
Chapter 49: Lair.
Michaelangelo entered the lair, only to find Shredder had stayed true to his word, as he was immediately greeted, by his brothers.
"Lana!" Donatello cried.
"Donnie!" Lana whimpered, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Shh. It's okay," Donatello soothed. "It'll be okay now, I promise."
Lana cried into his shoulder, and clung to him like there was no tomorrow as she was so afraid that April would come back and kidnap her again.
"Hey Kid," Raphael piped up, appearing behind his brother out of nowhere, and giving her a small smile.
Lana threw him the tiniest smile he'd ever seen coming from her, making him wish he'd gone with Shredder instead so he could've ground April to a bloody pulp.
"Did she hurt you at all?" Donatello asked.
Lana nodded weakly, suddenly feeling exhausted.
"C'mon then," Donatello sighed. "Let's go get you cleaned up, shall we?"
She said nothing as she lay her head on his shoulder and let him carry her, like a rag doll, to the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Leonardo stood staring at his younger brother.
"What did you do, Mikey?" He queried finally. "Don't telling me nothing, 'cause I know that look in your eyes."
"You don't wanna know," Michaelangelo sighed, as he plopped down onto the couch. "Trust me. You don't wanna know."
"Mikey, we do wanna know," Leonardo told him.
"Yeah," Raphael added. "I, for one, really wanna know just exactly what the hell you and old Shred-head did to the stupid bitch."
"Let's just say, she won't be able to sit for quit some time," Michaelangelo smirked slightly. "Nor will she be able to lie on her back."
Leonardo and Raphael both looked at their brother confused.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Leonardo questioned.
"Augh!" Michaelangelo groaned, not wanting to have to re-live his psychotic moments. "One word: Whip."
His brothers stared at him, their mouths wide open, jaws practically on the floor as their eyes bugged out of their heads.
"You.you what?" Raphael managed (there's a first. lol.). "Seriously?"
Michaelangelo nodded. "Yeah, just don't tell Splinter, alright?"
"Don't tell me what, Michaelangelo?" Splinter demanded. "What have you done to April?"
The turtle looked up at his father sheepishly. "I made her pay," he answered.
"Did you hurt her?" Splinter interrogated.
Michaelangelo nodded silently.
"Badly?" Splinter wanted to know.
"Hai," Michaelangelo responded quietly, looking at the floor.
"You will look at me when I am speaking to you, Michaelangelo!" Splinter snapped.
"Hai, Sensei," Michaelangelo replied looking up at him.
Splinter eyed his son warily.
"You know how much I disapprove of you hurting others, unless you have to, in order to save someone's life," he scolded. "Hurting April like you have, despite what she has done, was not right nor is it approved of. I am very disappointed in you Michaelangelo."
Michaelangelo hung his head, but still kept eye contact with his Master.
"Mikey," they heard Lana say, as she came into the den.
"I shall deal with you in the morning," Splinter told him. "Be glad that Lana has called your attention, or I would punish you now."
"Hai," Michaelangelo whispered, then looked at Lana. "Yeah, Munchkin?"
"Um.can I stay with you tonight?" She asked cautiously, as she now knew exactly what he was capable of in a fit of rage.
Michaelangelo gave her a soft smile. "Sure Kiddo."
Lana ran over to the couch and hugged him. "Thanks," she said softly.
"Lana, bed," Donatello told her as he came to stand behind her.
"Night Leo."
Leonardo hugged her. "Night Lana-Belle. Sleep well."
Lana giggled. "That rhymed."
Leonardo smiled at her and ruffled her hair.
"Night Master Splinter," she replicated, giving him a curt bow.
"Goodnight, my child," Splinter replied.
She hugged Donatello, then dashed over to Raphael, who, to everyone's surprise (but hers), picked her up.
"Night Kid." He hugged her, then set her back down on the floor, feeling as though he'd just showed way too much emotion.
Lana then grabbed Michaelangelo's hand and dragged him off to his room.
Chapter 50: During the night.
Lana awoke with a start, not knowing where she was at first. She soon recalled asking Michaelangelo if she could stay with him, and relaxed some.
"I hope April doesn't ever come after me again," she thought. "I hope Mikey and Shredder taught her a lesson she'll never forget."
She lay there for a bit, then squirmed out of Michaelangelo's grasp. She'd had a nightmare, but didn't want to bother him with it. She stood up, stretched, and decided to take Simon (her stuffed Chipmunk) and go bug the person who the dream had been about.
"I hope Mikey don't wake up looking for me," she hoped silently.
She then quietly tiptoed down to the room at the very end of the hall. She slowly pushed the door open, and ducked into the room, closing the door behind her. Giving herself a minute or so to let her eyes adjust to the darkness (wasn't as bright as the hall), she stood looking around the room. Her eyes soon landed on the figure in the bed.
"Hope I'm not waking him from a cool dream," she thought to herself. "I hate when people do that to me."
She inched herself over to the bed and shook him.
The turtle in the bed groaned, and rolled over, only to find her staring at him.
"Whoa!" He yelled quietly, then caught his breath. "Jeez! You shouldn't scare people like that Lana."
"Sorry," she apologized.
He eyed her. "What's wrong?"
"I.I had a nightmare," she admitted.
"Why didn't you wake Mikey then?"
"You were in it," she answered.
"Oh, I see. You wanted to make sure I was okay, right?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
He thought for a second, then pulled his covers back.
"Hop in," he sighed. "I know you're not gonna leave me alone until I let you stay, so I might as well get that part over with."
She smiled slightly as she climbed into the bed and lay next to him. "Thanks."
"No problem," he rejoined. "Now get some sleep."
He put his arm around her, pulled her closer, and kissed her head.
"Night Lana," he whispered. "I love you."
"I love you too.Raph," She whispered back.
A.N.: Well, thatz it 4 now. I'll post the next bit as soon as I figure out how 2 write the newest chapter. I've already the idea & started it & everything, I just gotta word it all right. Well, Adios! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA!!!!!!