A/N: Hey everyone, sorry I haven't updated in a while. School has been a
major pain, but it's okay—only 29 more days till graduation!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or any of their affiliates. I do however own Sasha, her Token, Aadrano, and the storyline.
XVII
The turtles all stared blankly at her.
"You mind repeating that?" Raph asked. "Great, just great. Knowing my luck, that Valium I gave her last night probably screwed up her head."
"You gave her valium?" Donatello cried. "Raph, what were you thinking?"
Raph shrugged. "What? I needed to make sure she'd sleep all night, and that she didn't leave while I was gone."
"So you gave her Valium? Raph, if you had given her too much, you could have killed her!"
"I'm an angel. I can't die. What's Valium?" Sasha looked from Raphael to Donatello, a slightly confused look on her face.
"It's a depressant, usually used as a severe pain killer. One of its side effects is drowsiness," Donatello explained.
"Oh," Sasha nodded. "What does that mean?"
"He'll tell you later," Leonardo replied, breaking into the conversation. "Now, Sasha, what's this about being the Angel of Death?"
Sasha scrunched her eyebrows together in concentration. "It's the title humans gave me. They call me the Angel of Death. But that's not really true. I don't kill people. I just release their souls when they die. I guess they call me the Angel of Death because I'm present at the time of death."
The turtles all exchanged incredulous looks.
"Huh, Dudette, not to sound like a total idiot," Mikey said. "But if you're an angel, where are your wings?"
"I don't have any," Sasha explained. "Only Seraphim and Cherubim have wings. I'm not a Seraph or a Cherub. I'm a Sasha. I don't get wings."
"What?" Donatello asked. "What the heck are you talking about?"
Sasha looked from one turtle to another, reading their confused faces. "You guys have never heard any of the Writings, have you?"
"No, can't say we have," Raph said. "Mind cluing us in?"
Sasha sighed. "Sure. Okay, you have three different kinds of angels that serve the Master. First you have the two most common kinds: Seraphim and Cherubim. They basically are the ones that stay Upstairs, worshipping the Master. Sure, they sometimes fight in the Angelic Wars, but not all the time. They are basically the whole "Heavenly Choir" people. The thing with them though, is that they are so brilliant and so beautiful, that if humans were to look at them face to face, the humans' eyes would burn out of their sockets. There are slight differences between the Cherubim and Seraphim, but I won't get into that right now. The third group consists of all the other servants to Master. We're the angels that deal directly with humans. There used to be a whole bunch of us, but now it's just down to me, Gabriel, and Michael."
"What happened to the rest of your group?" Leonardo asked.
"Oh, they rebelled against the Master, if I remember correctly. Yeah, that's what happened. Lucifer wanted all the power for himself, so he led the others in a rebellion. They got kicked out, Damned for all eternity. Now Lucifer is the Dark Angel, and all the others are his subordinates—the demons."
Raph frowned. "Did one of these guys go by the name of Aadrano?"
Sasha's face went pale. That was the name of the boy who had visited her a few nights before! "H-how do you know that name?"
"I had a little run-in with him while I was out getting your stuff. Who is he?"
She took a deep breath. "I guess you could say he's my brother."
"Your brother?" Raph demanded.
"He looks like me, doesn't he?" Sasha replied. "We were created at the same time. We used to work together. He was my closest friend. Now he's a demon, twisted by Lucifer's lies and evil ways." Her face darkened as she spoke.
"Yeah, he acted sort of like you. Big grin, kind of aggressive..."
Sasha's eyes widened. "What did he do when you met him?"
"Yeah, that's what I wanna talk to you about. He said somethin' about you givin' him and Shredder an answer real soon. Got pretty pushy about it--"
The rest of the turtles went rigid and looked to Sasha, suddenly very wary of her.
"What question would the Shredder want you to answer?" Leonardo asked cautiously.
Sasha shook her head quickly. "I don't know, I don't remember. Gimme a second, lemme think." She shut her eyes tight and concentrated with all her might on her memories of Aadrano. Nothing useful came up at first, but then a light suddenly went off in Sasha's head, causing her eyes to fly open. "Raph, did he touch you?"
"What?" Raph's eyes widened in surprise.
"Did he touch you? At all? Even just a light tap on the shoulder or something?"
"Well, he grabbed my wrist...why?"
Sasha took a step away from Raph, her eyes wide in fear. "If he touches someone, he can track them. He can sense them wherever they are, and he can find them easily. If he touched you, then we're in a bad position."
"Does that mean he's probably on his way here right now?" Leonardo said, drawing his katanas.
"No." Sasha smirked a little. "He relies too much on his intimidation abilities. He thinks that just by threatening Raph or me that we'll do what he wants. I was always the brains of our outfit."
"But why would Shredder wanna join forces with this demon guy?" Michelangelo asked. "I mean, what could he get out of it?"
"Depends on what Aadrano has to offer. If this is just an 'Aadrano whim', then it's probably all just a bunch of lies that he's using to make a fool out of Shredder. But if Lucifer is backing it, then..." she trailed off, leaving the suggestion that having Lucifer in charge was the worst possible scenario.
"So, what do we do? Just sit here and wait for Aadrano to get fed up and come after you?" Leonardo asked.
Sasha shrugged. "I'm all for it. I personally was not created to go out looking for a fight. Of course, the down side to that would be that this Shredder would know where you live. But, hey, there are consequences to every action."
Donatello frowned. "But that's no good. The way I see it, Sasha needs to figure out what Shredder and Aadrano want from her and fast—before Aadrano decides to play 'find the turtle'."
Michelangelo pointed to the cylinder still in Sasha's hand. "What about that? Seeing that made you remember stuff. You think you can get anything else from it?"
Sasha looked down at the metal cylinder. The emerald and ruby symbols glowed brightly under her gaze. It was too light to be solid metal, meaning it had to be hollow. Another memory stirred inside her. "This is something I've always had. It has something inside it, some sort of scroll or something. But I don't know what it is."
"Well, why don't we open it and find out?" Donatello suggested.
"No," Sasha said simply. "Only I can open it. Sort of like my Token—only I can take it off. And this cylinder will only open when the time has come. I've never known what's in it."
Michelangelo frowned. "Every time we seem to be about to solve the mystery, we hit a brick wall."
Sasha rolled her eyes. "Welcome to my world. It seems every time I have humans all figured out, they go and do something that totally contradicts everything I thought I knew." She shrugged, and the movement caused her stomach to move unpleasantly. "I'm going to make some tea. Whatever that Valium stuff Raph gave me is, my stomach definitely does not like it."
major pain, but it's okay—only 29 more days till graduation!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or any of their affiliates. I do however own Sasha, her Token, Aadrano, and the storyline.
XVII
The turtles all stared blankly at her.
"You mind repeating that?" Raph asked. "Great, just great. Knowing my luck, that Valium I gave her last night probably screwed up her head."
"You gave her valium?" Donatello cried. "Raph, what were you thinking?"
Raph shrugged. "What? I needed to make sure she'd sleep all night, and that she didn't leave while I was gone."
"So you gave her Valium? Raph, if you had given her too much, you could have killed her!"
"I'm an angel. I can't die. What's Valium?" Sasha looked from Raphael to Donatello, a slightly confused look on her face.
"It's a depressant, usually used as a severe pain killer. One of its side effects is drowsiness," Donatello explained.
"Oh," Sasha nodded. "What does that mean?"
"He'll tell you later," Leonardo replied, breaking into the conversation. "Now, Sasha, what's this about being the Angel of Death?"
Sasha scrunched her eyebrows together in concentration. "It's the title humans gave me. They call me the Angel of Death. But that's not really true. I don't kill people. I just release their souls when they die. I guess they call me the Angel of Death because I'm present at the time of death."
The turtles all exchanged incredulous looks.
"Huh, Dudette, not to sound like a total idiot," Mikey said. "But if you're an angel, where are your wings?"
"I don't have any," Sasha explained. "Only Seraphim and Cherubim have wings. I'm not a Seraph or a Cherub. I'm a Sasha. I don't get wings."
"What?" Donatello asked. "What the heck are you talking about?"
Sasha looked from one turtle to another, reading their confused faces. "You guys have never heard any of the Writings, have you?"
"No, can't say we have," Raph said. "Mind cluing us in?"
Sasha sighed. "Sure. Okay, you have three different kinds of angels that serve the Master. First you have the two most common kinds: Seraphim and Cherubim. They basically are the ones that stay Upstairs, worshipping the Master. Sure, they sometimes fight in the Angelic Wars, but not all the time. They are basically the whole "Heavenly Choir" people. The thing with them though, is that they are so brilliant and so beautiful, that if humans were to look at them face to face, the humans' eyes would burn out of their sockets. There are slight differences between the Cherubim and Seraphim, but I won't get into that right now. The third group consists of all the other servants to Master. We're the angels that deal directly with humans. There used to be a whole bunch of us, but now it's just down to me, Gabriel, and Michael."
"What happened to the rest of your group?" Leonardo asked.
"Oh, they rebelled against the Master, if I remember correctly. Yeah, that's what happened. Lucifer wanted all the power for himself, so he led the others in a rebellion. They got kicked out, Damned for all eternity. Now Lucifer is the Dark Angel, and all the others are his subordinates—the demons."
Raph frowned. "Did one of these guys go by the name of Aadrano?"
Sasha's face went pale. That was the name of the boy who had visited her a few nights before! "H-how do you know that name?"
"I had a little run-in with him while I was out getting your stuff. Who is he?"
She took a deep breath. "I guess you could say he's my brother."
"Your brother?" Raph demanded.
"He looks like me, doesn't he?" Sasha replied. "We were created at the same time. We used to work together. He was my closest friend. Now he's a demon, twisted by Lucifer's lies and evil ways." Her face darkened as she spoke.
"Yeah, he acted sort of like you. Big grin, kind of aggressive..."
Sasha's eyes widened. "What did he do when you met him?"
"Yeah, that's what I wanna talk to you about. He said somethin' about you givin' him and Shredder an answer real soon. Got pretty pushy about it--"
The rest of the turtles went rigid and looked to Sasha, suddenly very wary of her.
"What question would the Shredder want you to answer?" Leonardo asked cautiously.
Sasha shook her head quickly. "I don't know, I don't remember. Gimme a second, lemme think." She shut her eyes tight and concentrated with all her might on her memories of Aadrano. Nothing useful came up at first, but then a light suddenly went off in Sasha's head, causing her eyes to fly open. "Raph, did he touch you?"
"What?" Raph's eyes widened in surprise.
"Did he touch you? At all? Even just a light tap on the shoulder or something?"
"Well, he grabbed my wrist...why?"
Sasha took a step away from Raph, her eyes wide in fear. "If he touches someone, he can track them. He can sense them wherever they are, and he can find them easily. If he touched you, then we're in a bad position."
"Does that mean he's probably on his way here right now?" Leonardo said, drawing his katanas.
"No." Sasha smirked a little. "He relies too much on his intimidation abilities. He thinks that just by threatening Raph or me that we'll do what he wants. I was always the brains of our outfit."
"But why would Shredder wanna join forces with this demon guy?" Michelangelo asked. "I mean, what could he get out of it?"
"Depends on what Aadrano has to offer. If this is just an 'Aadrano whim', then it's probably all just a bunch of lies that he's using to make a fool out of Shredder. But if Lucifer is backing it, then..." she trailed off, leaving the suggestion that having Lucifer in charge was the worst possible scenario.
"So, what do we do? Just sit here and wait for Aadrano to get fed up and come after you?" Leonardo asked.
Sasha shrugged. "I'm all for it. I personally was not created to go out looking for a fight. Of course, the down side to that would be that this Shredder would know where you live. But, hey, there are consequences to every action."
Donatello frowned. "But that's no good. The way I see it, Sasha needs to figure out what Shredder and Aadrano want from her and fast—before Aadrano decides to play 'find the turtle'."
Michelangelo pointed to the cylinder still in Sasha's hand. "What about that? Seeing that made you remember stuff. You think you can get anything else from it?"
Sasha looked down at the metal cylinder. The emerald and ruby symbols glowed brightly under her gaze. It was too light to be solid metal, meaning it had to be hollow. Another memory stirred inside her. "This is something I've always had. It has something inside it, some sort of scroll or something. But I don't know what it is."
"Well, why don't we open it and find out?" Donatello suggested.
"No," Sasha said simply. "Only I can open it. Sort of like my Token—only I can take it off. And this cylinder will only open when the time has come. I've never known what's in it."
Michelangelo frowned. "Every time we seem to be about to solve the mystery, we hit a brick wall."
Sasha rolled her eyes. "Welcome to my world. It seems every time I have humans all figured out, they go and do something that totally contradicts everything I thought I knew." She shrugged, and the movement caused her stomach to move unpleasantly. "I'm going to make some tea. Whatever that Valium stuff Raph gave me is, my stomach definitely does not like it."