Chapter Two
Trinity, in reality, this has everything to do with you, because, you see Trinity...
This was you.
Darkness over took the scene before her as it faded into a dark nothingness right before her eyes.
However, at the time, she was too distraught to notice.
Now on her knees, all she could do was hold her gaping mouth as shock took it's toll on her now shaking form.
And who could blame her?
Traumatic as it was, though, one question still flowed through her broken mind. One question still haunted her, despite her new discoveries.
"My memory...Why don't I remember any of this?"
She looked up, half hoping to find the answer before her, but was all but shot down as she was welcomed to nothing except...darkness.
Silent darkness.
However, despite her despair, with that silence grew her impatience.
And from that impatience, pure rage was born...
"Why do you not answer me?! If you know of my past, then you must know the answer to my questions! Answer me, damn it!"
Flinging herself into a stand, her demand bellowed in the emptiness that surrounded her, and in response, it only echoed back, feeding the fire of her rage even more...
With one more screech of fury, she punched the black emptiness beneath her. A cold, tingling, numbness resonated through her arm as her fist connected, but that was all. Body slumped, fist to the ground, breathing heavy on her chest, she waited.
But still, nothing. There was no response what so ever.
With one more sigh, she felt her anger melt away, the cold around her taking it's place. She seemed to be getting nowhere, and fast. All she had wanted was a way to help the turtles and the one she loved, but now, in the dark and in a place she knew couldn't even exist, she sat, hopeless, and waiting for answers, just like before.
"How am I supposed to help if I don't even know what's going on? Why am I shown this now, when I have no idea what it means? Am I a monster? I must know..."
Her pleaded whispers was all she heard in the quietness of her surroundings, and when she heard nothing else, her spirits dropped even more...That is until...
Voices. Suddenly, she heard voices.
With an escape of breath, she peered into the darkness. Yes! There, amongst the black was a single dot of light that wasn't there before.
She was sure of it.
Maybe this was the answer she had been waiting for...
Standing, she took one more look into the darkness before beginning her strides towards the light. And it seemed that with every step she took, the bigger the point of light became.
Meaning, she was getting closer.
At this new discovery she could feel some of the hope and spirit flow back into her as she broke into a trot, and finally, a run.
Larger and larger the light seemed to grow, and with it, louder and louder the voices seemed to resonate Actually, now she was finally able to make them out.
There were two voices, a man's and a woman's, none of which she recognized, but they gave her hope nevertheless. With one more leap, she broke through the barrier between the light and the darkness, leaping into the air and through the "hole", only to land on what seemed to be a white tiled floor...
A Hard white tiled floor.
She moaned from her spot on the floor, none-too-please with her sudden collision with the tile, but ecstatic that she had finally gotten somewhere. However, she was not thoroughly able to enjoy her success for as soon as she hit the floor, the voices from before resonated loudly in her ears.
She was there.
"...The patient is unresponsive. It seems that although the mutation has ceased, the...abnormal activity is still, well, active..."
Trinity looked up, only to find herself in what looked to be a hospital observation room. Two people stood before her, both of them dressed in white lab coats. Both of them carrying official looking clip boards.
Definitely Doctors.
Oh how she hated them...but for reasons she could not remember, just like before.
Both of them had their back to her, their speech harsh and cold as they spoke to one another. Each of them peering through what seemed to be a one way mirror and onto the "patient" within.
And in response, her blood began to boil.
What poor helpless soul were they "observing" now? What cruel experiment were they performing? Whatever it was, no doubt the "patient" was completely helpless and defenseless to what they were being subjected to. How dare they take advantaged of the helpless, just because of their differences!
How dare they!
These kind of doctors were what the turtles had been trying to avoid all of their lives. These same, sick, bastards were the enemy, and as such, they needed to be stopped!
With a new vigor, triggered by the sudden rage in her soul, she sprung to her feet in hopes of charging the doctors, knocking them both into the glass they observed through.
But when she ran, she soon realized that something was wrong, her body, instead of colliding with the doctors, went through the doctor's bodies and the glass beyond. Stumbling, she fell, now on the other side of the glass! In more shock than anything, she quickly looked up, surveying her new surroundings, but calmed down as her eyes met the focus of the doctors on the other side. There, in the center of the blinding white room sat a single chair. A small form lay strapped into that chair, auburn eye wide and fearful...
Hair wild, and now, in constant motion...
It was her.
It was her those freaks were observing through the glass. It was her they talked of as if she was an animal.
As if she was nothing.
Well, not any more...
Hurriedly, she rushed to her feet, her strides wide as she made her way over to the small shaking form. Rage filled her soul as she observed the various clasps and straps that held the form in her place. The straps were white like the room, but some were stained red from the little girl's own blood.
They were too tight, but left that way...another show of the truly cruel those doctors were.
With one more determined growl, she reached for the buckles in hope of freeing her former self from the cruel clutches of the beings in the other room, but just as before, her hands, instead of connecting with the objects before her, went right through...
Which only angered her more.
With desperate hands, she clawed and scratched at the bonds...only to get the same results.
In the end, she sunk to the ground in defeat. It was no use.
In the bonds she was found, and in them she would stay, no matter what Trinity could do. But she just didn't get it! Why couldn't she free her former self? Why couldn't she do anything?
You cannot change the past, Trinity. No one can change what has already occurred...
With a startled gasp she looked up. The voice, the voice was back!
And right on time, too.
"What do you mean? Why am I here, then? Can you answer me that?!"
She looked up from her spot on the ground, her eyes pointed upward despite her inability to actually see the voice's source. But nevertheless, it responded, just as she knew it would.
You are here to learn, and observe. You are here to remember...
A pain filled scream resonated from the room. And likewise, her vision was suddenly filled with the surprised and startled faces of the doctors on the other side of the glass. Trinity turned just in time to see the child of whom was now in visible pain as the hair writhed and thrashed in it's place. Faster and faster it moved, and with that movement came more of the girl screams. It seemed that with that movement, came pain. A pain she couldn't stand.
A pain that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
Trinity ducked only seconds before the hair suddenly short forth, way farther than it reaches in normal circumstances, and with such force that the red tresses were only blurs as they struck the glass over, and over again.
On the other side of the breaking window, the now scared doctors scattered out of the way as the glass suddenly shattered under the powerful force. Their screams resonated in the room as Trinity's vision suddenly began to go black. The last thing she saw was the massive red locks as they extended past the broken glass, wrapping around the doctors, now turned victims. The girl rose then, being freed by the razor-like strands that still surrounded her face as she approached the now huddling doctors.
However, that was all Trinity was allowed to witness for then everything went just as black as before. The vision faded once again, but just as before, Trinity was left trembling and distraught on the ground in wake of what she had just witnessed.
It was just too much...
Had this all really happened to her?
Only one way to be sure.
The voice had said that this was her past, and so far, she could not argue. She did not remember her past, not like this. But she did remember a little.
She remembered a place.
A place that was harsh, and the people cruel, but it was home for as long as she could remember.
Saint Josephine's Orphanage for Girls.
Her hell, but her heaven all the same. It was there that she was raised, and as far as she was concerned, where she had lived since birth. But now, the voice told her otherwise...
She would need to test it, if only to see if it was telling the truth...Then, and only then, could she believe what she saw.
Then and only then could she accept this as her past...
"What...exactly...happened here?" She asked, her voice hesitant as her mind moved a mile a minute. She needed conformations, and she needed them now. So with a careful pause, she waited out the answer, and just as she thought it would, it came with no hesitation what so ever.
You escaped, running away from the clinic they held you captive in and to the relative safety of the streets. Actually, this is where your memory should serve you well. You were found the next morning, and brought to an Orphanage...
Trinity's eyes widened. The orphanage...Just as she remembered.
"Saint Josephine's Orphanage for Girls."
That is correct.
Silence filled the darkness once again as she dwelled on all that was just revealed to her. Her life as she knew it, had changed, leaving her completely stunned.
Everything it had said was true...it had to be! Every puzzle piece fell together too neatly to be coincidence. Meaning...
"So I am a mutant?"
Mutant sounded so strange coming from her lips, especially in a description of herself, but nevertheless, it was said, and in response, the voice only confirmed it.
Yes.
Again, she sat in silence, her former question returning anew with the new information.
"So, does this mean that with this...power...I can help the turtles?"
There was a short pause before the voice finally responded. However, this time, it's response through her completely off guard to say the least.
Completely unexpected...
I can only tell you of the past, and what has already occurred. The future is up to you Trinity. Only you can answer that question...
She gasped as she opened her eyes, her body tensing as she suddenly seemed to breath for the first time, only to relax with the recognition of her surroundings.
Comforters surround her on the old bed, the familiar smell of her one and only love fresh on the sheets around her.
She was in Donatello's room, on his bed.
She had fell asleep.
But what about that dream? If felt...real...too real, actually! Everything had been too vivid, solid to be just a dream.
Sitting up, she shifted the sheets off of her. Slowly, she stood.
So far, she didn't feel any different...But there was only one way to make sure that she wasn't different.
Briskly she walked over to her luggage, her stuff still sprawled everywhere. Before, she had been on the verge of unpacking, but never truly getting around it. Now, she shuffled through the clothes; her eye searching, her hands busy, until finally coming across what she had been looking for.
She held the mirror up to the light, risking a peek into the glass only to sigh as a result.
A young, pretty face, lined with dull, brown hair stared back, and in response, she couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief.
It had been just a dream...but after a few moments of thought, she found herself not really knowing how to take the fact.
A part of her was relived.
Dangerous, deadly mutations, moving hair...what a dream!
But still, there was a larger, bigger part of her that couldn't help but feel...disappointed. At least with the "mutation" came the ability to help the turtles, just like she had wanted to. But now that it was all deemed a dream, there went her hopes for the power to help as well.
Well, what ever it was, she was sure that it had all turned out for the best.
Sure, it would have been "cool" to have "super-human" powers. It was only every kid's dream after all to have super human strength like Superman, or to be able to web sling like Spiderman! But she had none of those things...
Nope, she was just a normal female of the human species and origin.
A normal, useless, female.
With a depressed sigh, she began picking up the now discarded clothing. With both hands, she stuffed them into her oversized bag. Red locks of hair picked up clothing as well, placing them into the bag as well as she worked, but she did not notice. However, with the extra help, she was finished in no time, which gave her even more time to think.
There were no such things as Superhero's anyways. Spiderman wasn't real...and neither was Superman. She really needed to wake up to reality.
She would never be able to help the turtles...
With a sigh of dejection she slumped onto the bed, her red hair moving lightly around her head from where she lay..
Yes. She might as well give up...and she did.
With one more sigh, she tucked herself in, red strands pulling the sheet up over her as others locks of hair found the light switch. With a "click" it was off...
Now in complete darkness, she closed her eyes...
Only to force them open mere seconds later.
Wait...something was wrong....something was DEFINITELY wrong!
She turned, eye wide, the sight of red, moving, hair welcoming her instantly, scaring her beyond belief! Shooting up, she jumped out of the bed, only to have it follow her.
Meaning that, yes, the hair was hers, and just like in the dream, it was MOVING!
"Oh, my, God! It was real!"
And as if in conformation, her hair only waved.
Donatello leapt from building to building, a thin sheen of sweat on his brow as well as on the brow of his brothers. They had been at this for hours, and still, nothing.
No foot activity. No anything. Just empty docks.
Ahead of him, his brother leapt from building to building. However, their journey finally ending as Leo leapt from the nearby building only to land in a crouch behind a green dumpster on the docks themselves. Behind him, Raph did likewise, flipping off of the roof top to land next to his brother in blue, sai drawn, poised, and ready for action.
Meanwhile, Mike, instead of landing near the dumpster itself, settled for just jumping strait down, then using the concealment of darkness to run to his brothers as well.
Which left Donatello still on the roof tops...
He looked down from his perch on the brick building and into the darkness beyond. Crouching low, he was just about to make the daring leap to join his brothers, but something caught his attention at the last second. He paused then, his senses perked on what was going on down below, and as a result, they came back positive, basically agreeing with his thoughts.
Something was not right...
Something was definitely up.
However, almost before he could even blink, the scene below him exploded in movement, the shadows themselves seemingly burred into motion.
Foot soldiers!
They were under attack.
Below him, Leonardo seemed to be the first one to sense the on coming wave, readying his swords just in time to dismember two of the attacking soldiers.
If that wasn't a clue, he didn't know what was.
The Foot had been waiting for them, meaning...
This was a trap.
And it looks as if they had taken the bait.
Down below the action seemed to rev up as Raph delivered two ruthless blows, one to the ninja's gut, the other to his face, before turning his fist, slashing that same ninja across the belly.
The ninja fell dead just as two more ninjas seemed to take his place.
Meanwhile, Michelangelo seemed to have his hands full as well. He currently fought three of them, the black clad ninjas surrounding him, backing up and way from his brothers. Donatello nearly panicked...nearly...
At the last possible second, though, just as he knew he would, Michelangelo reared from his state of defense, his nunchaku spinning wildly as he made good use of them. In no time at all, all three of his confronters lay in heaps, rendered unconscious by the spinning weapons. Rejoining his brothers, he made a "whoop" of excitement before going silent all together.
Mainly because in that instant, six more Ninja took their fallen comrades' places.
They were out numbered, out-maneuvered, and out of options as they were quickly surrounded. Donatello, sensing their need for help, chose that moment to come out of the shadows.
He would observe no more.
It was time for him to join the fight, and even up the score.
Reaching behind him, he went to grab his bo but in that instant it seemed that someone else had already beaten him to it.
Only micro-seconds after the bo was knocked from it's harness by a force unseen, Donatello was suddenly spun, a giant hand on his throat. His feet kicked against air as he was lifted, his face lifted to meet that of his attacker.
And when it did, Donatello admitted a loud growl. That scum!
As a response, Hun only smirked.
"Long time no see, turtle! Too bad this meeting will be our last!"
Hun squeezed, his massive hand constricting unmercifully around Donny's throat. Donatello struggled against the iron grip, fighting for air as it tightened. Nevertheless, despite his lack of air, Donatello still growled low in his throat as he labouredly responded, his legs kicking wildly as he did.
"Hun, although the thought of never seeing your ugly mug again is tempting, I am afraid that I still have to decline!"
Donatello's foot connected with the soft flesh of Hun's belly, making Hun grunt harshly before doubling over.
Donny almost grinned. This was what he had been waiting for.
Ripping himself from the now loosened grasp, Donny flipped away from the large gorilla of a man, only to retrieve his bo from it's place of rest. However, as it was, Hun was still right on his heals, and Donny knew it.
Turning, bo in hand, he dipped low to sweep the mammoth off of his feet, but with a well place kick, Donatello was sent reeling once more. Now on the ground, his head spun from the kick to his face, only to feel the ground vibrate as Hun approached him once more. Roughly, he was grabbed up by the shell only to find himself in the air for the second time that night. However, this time, instead of just dangling inches off of the ground, he was dangling off of the edge of the building...And Hun smirked because of it.
Donatello struggled in Hun's iron grasp, but this time, there was no escape. With a hearty laugh, the giant man shook him once more before releasing his grip.
Donatello let out a startled yelp of surprise as he began to fall...
Meanwhile, from the ground, and from the heart of battle, Leonardo watched in absolute horror as his brother was thrown off of the 25 foot tall building, only to land on the hard concrete below...
"Whoa...This is just not possible..."
Trinity stared into the glass.
A pretty faced woman stared back, except, instead of the dull, brown hair of before, vibrant, red hair surrounded her face. The same, long, vibrant red hair she had seen on the little girl of her dreams.
But dreams weren't real...we're they?
However, even she was not dumb enough to ignore the obvious evidence proving that at least this dream was real...
Although she sat straight up on the bed, her hair flowed past her back and even past her form entirely, the tips brushing the floor, or spread over the bed behind her.
It moved idly around her now, not really achieving anything, but never ceasing in it's movement nevertheless.
It was not until after some experimentation, did she discovered that despite this now "random" movement, she still had full control of the hair itself, consciously or non consciously. But when she wasn't controlling it, it basically did it's own thing, moving idly in locks of red.
Which is what it was doing now.
Trinity watched it in the mirror for a few moments before placing the glass back down.
It was official.
This was no dream.
This was a nightmare!
"What am I supposed to do now?!" She asked herself. Now officially a 'freak,' she considered herself even more helpless than she was before. However, that was until a voice resonated through her head, saying otherwise...
A voice, that by now, she knew very well.
I can only tell you of the past, and what has already occurred. The future is up to you...
She sat up then, eyes wide. The voice, that was the voice that she had heard in her dreams!
Meaning, all of it, the flash back, the experiences, it had all been real!
And if it was ALL real, then that meant...she finally had her wish.
She was now able to help!
She grinned, a short laugh escaping her as she spoke.
"Donny, baby, help is finally on the way..."
And in her opinion, that help was long overdue.
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Hm, what do ya think? I think that there will be just about one more chapter to this story, and that's it. All the crazy parts happened in this chapter, so all that's left is the turtles. There will be A LOT more turtle action in the next chapter. So keep watch. It's coming soon!