Chapter Three

Donatello felt the air rush past his head as he plummeted down and into the abyss of darkness. The building top seemed to grow farther and farther away from him, and along with it grew his heart rate as well.

He needed to do something to stop his fall, and he needed to do it now!

Hun watched the turtle fall, his grin wide and mad at its plummet. Or at least, it was, until once again, the tides suddenly turned right before his very eyes.

Twisting his momentum, Donatello turned mid-air, his face to the ground instead of to the disappearing building top above. This helped everything considerably, now that he was actually able to see what he was so quickly approaching…

With the ground approaching fast, Donatello worked quickly. Bo outstretched, he prepared for impact, making a few last calculations…and…

'Now!' His mind screamed as the ground was suddenly under him. At the exclamation he brought his staff forward, catapulting from his fall and away from the ground, and meanwhile, towards his brothers. Flipping neatly, he landed, bo poised and ready by his brothers' side.

From above, Hun seethed. He should have known couldn't have been that easy to get rid of them.

But, it wasn't as if he was out of options either.

Actually, he was far from it…

The turtles looked up as clapping seemed to resonate from the building above them as Hun took the time out of his busy schedule to give them their well deserved applause. His claps were slow and mocking, his grin wide as he spoke in volumes beyond his girth.

"Well done turtle, well done. I am impressed!…Not enough to spare your pathetic lives, but you get the idea!" His laugh was massive, leaving each turtle growling in malice. However, despite their obvious condemnation, Hun's laugher continued until finally it was cut off by a single order.

"Foot Soldiers! Attack!"

Hun's outstretched hand seemed to release a swarm of darkness as Foot soldiers appeared from everywhere, above and below, outnumbering the turtles even more. If they thought they had a chance of surviving before, it was now squashed as they were completely and utterly surrounded by black and red.

Shell to shell, the turtles waited, primed and ready for whatever was thrown their way. And when a single Foot solider broke his ranks and attacked full force, the others followed.

Thus beginning the most fiercest battle of their turtle-shelled lives.

Trinity eyed herself in the bathroom mirror, knowing what she had to do, but not at all sure as to how to accomplish it.

She needed to be disguised so that neither friend nor foe recognized her, but after doing the obvious, she was basically…well…stuck. After a short search through her bag of clothing, she quickly stumbled upon the perfect outfit.

Basically because it was something she would have never worn.

She was always a light and cheerful person, her clothing matching her attitude with bright colors and frills.

So, never would she have been caught dead in all black…until now.

Platformed-Kneehigh boots adorned her feet, accenting the curves in her legs as well as the tight leather pants she was just able to pour herself into. The top, of which, surprisingly (or not) came with the pants, consisted of, basically, a black corset with princess like sleeves coming off its shoulders. But that was all.

Basically, it was originally a Halloween costume gone wrong, it being bought for her by her friend as a practical joke, but somehow, it found its way into her bag.

And now, she was very thankful for it, the outfit being everything she wasn't; dark, revealing, and pithy. Therefore, along with the chained belt she threw on for show and the long, black gloves for elegance, it was the perfect disguise.

Now, all that was left was the very important issue of her face…

Although the red hair did considerably throw off her features, if the turtles looked close enough they still would easily be able to recognize her. Which meant she would have to change her face as well, but how?

She turned away from the mirror, not at all sure as to how to help her current situation, but determined to come up with an answer. Time here was time wasted and time she knew the turtles didn't have. She needed to figure something out and fast!

"Oh man, I need something, but what?!"

Hurriedly she dropped to her knees, the contents of the bag she brought with her spilling all over the white tile as she and her locks sought through it. In the end, the only thing she could find to remotely disguise her face was an old makeup case.

She threw it to the bathroom floor in a fit of frustration. What could a little blush and lipstick do?

Not enough in her opinion!

It just wasn't drastic enough! Not enough of a change to really matter. What she really needed was something big to change her appearance. Something…concealing…

With a heavy sigh she sank farther down until she felt the cool tiled surface on her leathered rump. It was hopeless…It really was. Like a whoosh she felt her spirit drop for the second time in twenty-four hours, that is until her eyes fell onto the bag once more…Specifically, on what was now draped out of the bag…

With a sudden grin, her soul leapt in the happiness of a thousand angels. She could have jumped for joy, but with the residency of the rat in the other room, she knew she could do no such thing. Instead, she just settled for grabbing up the answer to her prayers as a wider grin broke her solemn features.

Yes, this would do just fine.

Donatello grunted as about seven katana met his bo staff with a 'clang!,' but before any of the foot ninja could react,

He reacted first.

With a giant heave, he shoved them away, making just enough room for himself to spin, his bo staff acting like a bat as it connect with the seven heads as if they were mere baseballs.

With all seven ninja down for the count, he almost smiled, but the unmistakable yell of one of his brothers cut off any celebration he could have mustered as he rushed to the source of the cry.

'That sounds like Michelangelo!'

And as it was, it seemed that he was not the only one to react to his kid brother's exclamation. Just as he made it over to his brother, so did Leonardo and Raphael, the both of them discarding or summing up their own battles in order to come to the rescue as well. But as it turned out, the extra help was very well received.

"Uh, guys! Little help?"

Michelangelo's plea was barely audible above the clash of swords to nunchaku as he was suddenly ambushed by the twelve men or so that were standing him down.

But the plea was heard, and that made all the difference.

In an instant, all three of his brothers were at his side.

Raphael wielded his Sai with the fury of an ice storm as he slashed unmercifully, cold as a well-trained ninja. His counterpart and exact opposite,

Leonardo, seemed to be not too far behind. Both katana showed their true worthiness, being in the hands of the great ninja. They soared and danced in magnificent arcs of true beauty.

And almost in response, Leonardo flowed and moved with the Grace of a true Ninja.

Meanwhile, wood met sword as Donatello wielded his bo the only way he knew how.

Solidly and Lethally.

With the one now turn four turtles, it took no time for the turtles to be the victors.

Michelangelo grinned as the battle suddenly turned, the need of one brother forming into the fight of the rest. Black clad Ninja after black clad ninja fell from their ranks, some just unconscious, others not as lucky as the turtles made their way from one side of the pier to the other. In the end, they stood triumphant against the attack, and they each celebrated that fact.

Or at least they did, that is until Hun's horrible and mocking claps resonated throughout the pier once again. Each turtle turned, dread and anger in their hearts only to be grinned at by the now applauding Hun. The mammoth of a man stood at the end of the pier, his smile mocking, his eyes shining, his hand clapping to the beat of the turtle's nearby end.

However, and as it was, Raphael heard that beat, and roared up in protest.

Sai drawn, head bowed, eyes closed, Raphael admitted a growl of displeasure at the man's mock.

"Hun, what do you want?" He snarled from deep in his throat, the words cold and slow, as if that was the only speed of speech the giant man was able to understand. Hun caught this, but ignored it, rearing up in a hacking laugh instead.

"What I want, turtle, does not matter. But what my Master Shredder wanted was your heads on four silver platters, and that's all that counts!"

His laugher filled their ears as did its echo off of the nearby stone buildings.

Seemingly, the last straw for the red-banded turtle.

With something between a roar and a growl, Raphael heaved himself from his state of rest and into action, sai poised in hand as he ran in attack.

His quest: to wipe the smirk off of Hun's face. However, to the demise of him, and his brothers, it seemed that Hun was already ready for the hot-headed turtle.

In actuality, that was what Hun had been waiting for.

There was a sudden break in his laugher as Hun brought his hand forward and in the approaching turtle's direction, speaking the words of impending doom as he did…

"Elite Ninja, Attack!"

Earlier in time

'Just a bit more, and…there!'

Bits of black seemed to fall to the floor like snowflakes as Trinity shaped and cut at the dark scarf, shifting it and molding it into the newest and completing part of her wardrobe.

It was weird.

It seemed that with her new "do" she really didn't need a pair of scissors at all. Her hair was sharp enough to get the job done. Any texture, it seemed, she could form with her hair; silky softness, or thistled barbs, her new locks could do it all.

All of this, only with a mere thought from her.

Between her hands, she held the new "mask" taunt as her hair made quick work of it, stabbing forwards and into the silk like material, forming her new hidden identity right before her eyes.

And now, with the task almost complete, she admired her handy work, but still, it was not quite done yet…

Almost as an after thought she stabbed two of her red locks forwards, the now sharp tips cutting the cloth easily, and with their removal, two eyeholes took their place.

There, it was finished.

Beyond the mask in her hands stood the mirror, of whom had witnessed the miraculous change. Trinity now looked into it through the newly made eye holes as she tied the black mask to her face, knotting it twice in the back just as she had seen the turtles do every day of their lives.

But as it was, that was the only similarity her and the turtle's held in their garb, which seemed to be enough nevertheless…

She smiled.

Before her in the mirror stood a remarkably beautiful black clad woman, red hair flowing seductively and dangerously around her stunningly hidden face. Well, not completely hidden, but enough to be unrecognizable…

Black lined her eyes as well as her face as the mask seemed to come from one side of her face, widen into points at her forehead and cheeks, then narrow down to cross her nose before re-widening and then narrowing to disappear behind her head. With her red painted lips and her bright sparkling green eyes, she made her seem even more stunning, not to mention, mysterious. Yes, she looked far different from the woman she was.

Very different.

For one, she was beautiful, not to say that she wasn't before, but before it was more of a plain beauty. But now, "plain" was the last words that could be used to described her. Now she was beautiful, secret, deadly, and most of all…

She was the turtles' new godsend.

With one more stray look into the dark mirror, Trinity began to gather her stuff. She needed to get moving if she was going to do any good to the turtle's tonight. They had left nearly…two hours ago by her account. The pier, she knew for a fact, was about twenty minutes away on foot, fifteen if you were a ninja. Meaning…

The turtles were already…one hundred and five minutes into battle, which in her opinion was a hundred and five minutes too long. They could very well be injured already, or worse…

Dead.

She needed to get going, and she needed to do it now.

Gathering up her opened bag, she moved from the bathroom to Donatello's room, her hair flowing and waving behind her in waves of scarlet as she walked the short distance to her destination. She still didn't know exactly what she was going to do, having no clue to the extent of her powers, but what she did see and witness with her own hair, she knew she would be able to do something.

That's why she had to leave now!

She turned then to finally head out of the door but only ended up freezing once she'd gotten there. Just as quickly, another problem made itself know as her thoughts went to the other being in the lair.

How would she get out like this without the elder of the household noticing that she (or at least now being that she was virtually unrecognizable) someone was sneaking out of the lair.

How would he react?

Would he get mad?

Would he recognize her?

Would he attack her?

She wished on everything she was that he didn't attack. She didn't know any ninjitsu or anything like that, but trying her new "weapon" out on whom she considered to be her father-in-law wasn't exactly on her "want to do" list.

Therefore, the only way to avoid any conflict was just to avoid Splinter all together.

She smirked. That shouldn't be too hard. Heck, the old rat was already sleeping. All she had to do was sneak past, and she would be scoot free!

'Don't be so confident! He's a ninja master who sleeps like a feather…you better devise a plan or something before you get busted!'

She sighed. Just like always the better part of her mind was telling the truth. There was no way she could get out, or at least, not without Splinter noticing. He would hear her the second her feet touched the floor.

And that was inevitable…

Sadly she slid to the floor, not really knowing what she could do, but she knew she had to do something. Around her, her hair flopped and shifted in red rivulet creating elegant waves of motion. Her eyes caught the movements, and for a few idled seconds, she couldn't help but think about what those locks were truly capable of.

Already she saw they could be beautiful and deadly, these same locks turning into barbs at a mind's request. But that was it.

However, now that she thought about it, she did remember something else.

Memories of before flowed through her mind like a movie as she remembered the so called "Dream" now proven a reality. She remembered the horribly white observation room and how she was trapped. Then, she was free, the hair doing all of the work. It even pounded onto the glass, shattering it instantly and grabbing both of the so called doctors faster than she could even breathe.

She couldn't help but breathe in marvel. It was a wonder in itself that the hair had the physical power to break the windows.

But it was completely amazing that it had the strength to pick up a human, and two at tha-

Trinity suddenly froze, her eyes going wide as a light clicked with an idea. Slowly, she stood and made her way over to the door. With each step her grin grew larger and larger, becoming almost devilish as she (just slightly) cracked open Donatello's door.

Maybe she had overreacted.

This might just be easier than she thought…

Raphael felt a sting of pain as a ninja star flew from out of basically no where and imbedded itself into his arm. He turned then to rip it out, but before he could even bring his other arm up, a foot bound in red was already on his plastron. The next thing he felt was air all around him as he flew through the air and then the white pain of contact as he crashed into the nearby wall. His head thumped against his skull with every heartbeat, and in response he moaned while bringing his unwounded hand up to caress is now bleeding head.

But it did not end there…

Two other red clad ninja flipped out of the shadows then, one of them in Michelangelo's direction, the other in Don's.

And one straight for the now wounded and downed Raphael.

"NOO!"

Leo's yell echoed the pier as he sprang to life, intercepting the red ninja, flip-kicking him off of his current directory. It did not hurt the ninja, but it did catch him off guard.

Leo watched from his fighting stance as the ninja landed, turning neatly to face him, and not Raphael, which had been Leo's plan from the get go. Now all he had to do was keep his attention until they could get Raphael out of there.

Or at least until Raphael was back on his feet…

"Hey, Ninja, why don't you fight someone that can fight back, or are you too coward to?"

Leo smiled as he saw the ninja's eyes narrow from behind his bandana.

Oh yeah.

No matter if it was with a deadly ninja, or an over-angry brother, taunting always did the trick.

Leo watched as the wind seemed to pick up, sweeping the ninja's bandana and red-tailed waist band away and into a wave of cloth as the ninja drew his twin weapons.

Double Katana…Leo's specially.

With a grin, Leo drew his own swords, the surge of the power in his hands making him pause, but only for a moment. There was a clash of metal against metal as Leo crossed the swords before him, his grin turning into a smirk as he beckoned to the ninja before him one last and final time.

"Bring it on."

Trinity opened the door, carefully adding enough pressure so that it would not creak, but not too much, or it would squeak instead.

So, carefully, cautiously she opened the door, creating just enough space for her to slip through, then close it behind her.

There was a soft click as the door locked behind her, and in what seemed to be no time at all, she found herself in the hallway of the rather large lair.

Right outside of Donatello's room.

Now was the time to put the plan to action…

One step…and then another, and then another…she made her way down the hallway much like the millions of other times she'd been down this hall, except…

This time, instead of walking with her feet, she was walked each step with a wave of red.

Yes, she was walking with her hair.

Her feet dangled at least a foot in the air, which in itself was terrifying for her, but with the added worry of waking Master Splinter, and the anxiety of what she was getting herself into, she was near panic.

But with a few staggered breaths, she kept calm, focusing on the force of her hair beneath her. She found that it helped, and she even was able to develop a better style of "walking," more efficient. Instead of just the hair being spilt in half or fours to "walk," she found that if she just kept it on the ground and made a waving motion with the pieces that touched the floor, she could move much faster.

In effect, it proved to be much more effective; in no time at all, she found herself at the front door.

Eyeing the metal door before her she admitted a sigh of relief. She had made it.

Without getting caught.

But the journey wasn't over yet. Now came the hard part…

How would she open the door, especially without Splinter knowing it?

She eyed the door wearily, of which was now her adversary, the heavy round latch making it nearly impossible to unlock without admitting some kind of sound.

Leaving her with the question of how…

She needed a plan.

'Well, Just cause Splinter can't see you doesn't me it isn't you. What would you do as…'you?''

Hm…she had to admit. That made her think…

Taking a big breath, she spoke aloud for the first time that night, her voice resonating rather loudly against the walls as she did.

"Splinter, I'm going for a walk."

There was a slight pause but just as she had anticipated, there, amongst the silence of the nighttime lair, Splinter's old husk of a voice resonated back.

"Just please do not stay out too late, my child."

She smiled. Yup, that was old Splinter, always worrying for her and his sons.

And she really couldn't blame him, but still, she smiled.

"Don't worry, Splinter, I never do."

Yes, being known for taking nightly walks can have it's advantages, especially when you just discovered that you're an undercover superhero that could very well save your boyfriend's life. With a wide grin, she turned the metal knob, her grin never faltering at it's click, and with no more sound than the night around her, she slipped through the now open latch door and closed it behind her.

Splinter listened from his room to the opening and shutting of the door before admitting a sigh of tiredness.

First her sons, and now his adopted daughter…

She said she wouldn't be too long, which did give him a bit of security.

But with your first night as a superhero, that kind of thing could be a little…unpredictable.

Splinter smiled that wise old smile as his whiskers twitched in amusement.

First his sons, and now his adopted daughter…

Standing form his lotus blossom stance, Splinter stretched before heading over to his mat, also known as his place of rest. He would sleep good tonight, knowing that his sons now had help in that aspect of protecting the city.

Or at least, less of a chance of getting hurt or killed while out there. The lights around him flickered and disappeared as he blew out the candles surrounding his bed.

He just hoped that with the massive power surge he felt earlier coming from her she would be able to harness it, or at least learn how to control it.

Controlled power is true power.

With one last prayer of safety and homecoming for the turtles, and now, Trinity, Splinter shifted from underneath the old but warm sheets as he slowed his breathing. In no time at all he was in a peaceful slumber, thoughts of Trinity and what he had sensed earlier running through his head despite his lack of consciousness.

If everything went as they should, she would become a viable and important aspect to the battle of good and evil.

But in the meantime, all he could do was wait and watch. And hope…

Hope for her save return.

Rapid footsteps echoed the dark corroders of the sewers as Trinity splashed through the murky waters, her boots clunking loudly against the wet stones below. She stopped, her breath rather loud against the pounding of her own heart as she turned, her hair flailing wildly as she checked out her surroundings.

If her memory was correct, currently she stood under the 22nd street bridge, leading to the pier itself.

Meaning…in order to get to the pier, she had to go…

Taking off as fast as she could, she turned down the left corridor, her hair long, wild and free in the wind behind her.

She knew it wouldn't be long, not long at all until…

She was there.

Stopping just short of the ladder stretching out from the ground, she looked up. The manhole covered seemed to stare back down at her, beckoning her with it's opening to freedom, and as such, she wanted it even more.

However, it seemed that 'want' stretched to all regions of her mind, conscious and unconscious. Before she could even get her foot up on the ring, a thick tress of red snaked up, winding in midair as it made it's way up to meet the manhole cover above. Getting the idea, Trinity looked up as well, willing her mind to concentrate on what was going on above and in result, the manhole cover slid away easily. She knew from experience that manhole covers could be quite heavy, but with this "method" of removal, she barely felt any resistance, hinting the true power being her head of hair.

Smirking, she continued to concentrate as more and more her locks sprung forward connecting her directly from her current position to the land above.

"Going up!"

With no effort at all, she was lifted into the air, the hole about her getting bigger and bigger as she got closer and closer to her destination. Now just in reach, she reached out with her hands to grab the edge of the opening, lifting herself up as her hair made prompt duty of closing the manhole cover behind her.

Turning, she admired her handiwork.

She could get used to this…

She turned back then, her destination looming ahead as the sounds of fighting resonated through the night. Her smirk dropped as the apprehension and nervousness left her stomach in a flutter and her heart beating at least three times faster.

This was it.

She was here…And even now, after all she had been through to get there, she felt the old fear creep up her back as reality finally began to set in. She was here, and she was in complete danger…

What did she get herself into?

The sounds of fighting loomed close as she shrunk against the nearby wall. They were there, and from the sounds of it, well into battle. She almost settled for just listening, feeling mighty content just standing there, pressed against the wall.

But Fate decided otherwise.

"Hun, what do you want?"

Trinity gasped. She recognized that growl anywhere.

That was Raphael.

And he was pissed.

'Well, maybe a closer look can't hurt.'

Quietly, she stepped before her, her body to the shadows and her hair eerily still as she blended in with the darkness around her. One silent step after another until the light of the pier intercepted her dark cover, making her stop. Here the voices were louder, and if she turned her head around the corner ever so slightly, she was just able to make out the scene before her.

And in response, she had to hold her breath to keep herself from gasping out loud.

There they all were, seemingly a little worn as if having finished a bit of battle, but there they stood regardless of their exertions, poised, ready, dangerous. But that wasn't what made her gasp.

Hun was there as well, just as ready, just as poised, and just and dangerous, and to top it all off, he was applauding. His rough applauding echoed the pier like thunder claps, angering her, and the turtles before her as well.

Yes, things could very well get ugly. And just as she predicted, almost immediately, they did.

Raphael, who had been talking only moments earlier, suddenly sprung into action, Sai pointed and ready for contact. However, just as quickly, Hun spoke, seeming ending the upcoming battle before it even began.
And starting up the most intense warfare Trinity had ever seen!

A single ninja star flew through the air before she could even speak, imbedding itself in the green arm of the red turtle, and like her heart, he dropped to the ground. Again she had to keep herself from gasping aloud as death's minions came out of the shadows in the form of three red clad ninjas.

She knew who they were and that made it all even worse.

"The Elite" she whispered in wonder. Yes, they fit the turtles' descriptions perfectly, everything from the red garb to the "cool" hats.
And as she watched the battle go on, she realized that another of the turtle's descriptions were also dead on as well.
These Elite were not a force to be reckoned with…being instantly lethal as well.

Trinity watched on from the relative safety of the darkness, knowing that from the shadows she could not help, but at the moment her fear kept her there. She could not move, her eyes staying glued to the scene before her as if watching it from a distant screen and not in the reality of which she was a part of.

Before her, Raphael fell to the ground, only to be protected by the ever valiant Leonardo, of whom now fought off one red clad ninja, while Michelangelo and Donatello fought off two others.

'Donny…'

The screen shattered as she watched her one and only love dodge blade after unmerciful blade before admitting an attack himself. Anyone of those blades could be his end, but still he fought, for the city, for his brothers, and for her…

From somewhere deep in her soul, anger brewed. She growled, her anger growing with every swipe from the red clad ninja. Her Donny didn't deserve this…

Her Donny deserved freedom…
And at the very least,

Her Donny deserved to be helped…

With a grunt, she moved from one shadow to the other, working her way closer and closer to the scene before her until she could not move anymore without being spotted. There she grunted in displeasure.

She was not nearly as close as she wanted or needed to be. But how could she get closer?

Desperately, she looked from one side to the other, her options depleting with the lack of light she found herself in. She had no where to go…unless…

She looked up and smiled.

Donatello breathed as he ducked down and just underneath the cutting blades of the red clad ninja. In both hands, the ninja held two Kamas, both identical to each other in every way shape and from.

Therefore, each blade was just as sharp and as deadly as the next.

Which only meant that Donatello had to evade them both.

With one swift dodge after the other, Donatello successfully avoided each blade, sweeping the metal arks away with his bo when he could, or just very well side-stepping when that seemed to be appropriate as well.

However, as fatigue set in, Donny found it harder and harder to avoid the blades, harder and harder to strike successfully, and harder and harder to concentrate.

However, at the moment he didn't care. All he cared about was surviving. He had to, he had to not only for his family, but for Trinity.

His Trinity. She was his soul, his life, his love.

He would not die tonight, he could not die tonight. Not with the thought of leaving Trinity behind. With a renewed strength from within, Donatello suddenly kicked it up a notch, the ache and fatigue melting away and to that of determination.

He would win.

For Trinity.

Trinity watched on from the roof top as Donatello continued to fight, stronger and faster than ever. She nearly cheered, but remembered the fact that she was still unknown to them. Instead, she kept silent, watching on without sound or movement.

Waiting for the right moment to join the fight…

The right moment…

Before her, Donatello battle unmercifully, striking the ninja more and more as time passed. Behind him Leonardo finished his fight, leaving the ninja bruised and broken, but not dead, as did Michelangelo, as he swung his Nunchaku in victory. The two of them, as well as the recovering Raphael approached their still fighting brother just as he stuck the Ninja with the butt end of his bo, knocking the enemy out entirely. As four, they stood victorious against the odds, and against the Foot. Gathering themselves up in conclusion, Don and Leo stood on either side of Raph as he fought the dizziness that came with a concussion.

"Come on guy's, let's go home"

Leonardo's voice echoed the small pier, fatigue evident in his own body as well. However, from the darkness and to their horror, another all too familiar voice echoed out, stopping them all dead in their tracks.

"Oh you turtles ain't goin' no where! I was just getting warmed up!"

The turtle watched as Hun leapt down from off of his former forgotten perch only to land with a resonance that left the entire pier shaking in its wake. The turtles adjusted themselves accordingly, Leonardo, Donatello, and Michelangelo standing in front of the wounded, each one of them ready for battle despite their weariness. Even Raphael, of whom was in no position to fight, drew his Sai, never being one to stand down. There they stood, four against one, ready for the battle that would tell it all.

This was it!

Or so they thought.

Black gloved hands applauded from somewhere in the darkness drawing the turtles and Hun away from their dispute and to the direction of the sounds. Donatello squinted against the darkness of the roof top only to spot a single figure, clothed in black like the ninja, but clearly different. Mysterious, and still clapping, slowly and tantalizingly it removed itself from the barriers of darkness.

And in response, from somewhere beside him her could hear Michelangelo's whistle while a single 'Yowza!' was admitted from the Brooklyn-accented turtle behind him. And for good reason.

She (yes, it was a she) was absolutely gorgeous!

Stunning in black, the red-haired beauty dropped both of her hands to her hips as she looked down at the Giant man with displeasure on her beautiful, but hidden, face. Red full, lips in a smirk, she laughed, her voice like caramel and deep with a richness of chocolate as she finally spoke.

"Well done, Hun. Well done. If there was a prize for the most slight-handedness and inequitable warfare, I am sure you would get admirable recognition."

Donatello smiled at the sweet sarcasm that dripped from her voice and in the direction of the brute, Hun.

Which was good.

An enemy of the enemy was a friend as far as they were concerned. And as it was, they could use all the friends they could get. However, it seemed that Hun did not take her as positively as the turtles, his scowl deepening to that of hatred and contempt. He was not pleased with the new "arrival."

Not at all.

"Go home girly," He stated, his tones over-confident and bossy, as if speaking with someone that did not even deserve his time. "This is not your battle." He dismissed her, turning instead to face the turtles once again. It was them he was after, not this poor excuse of a hero, or should he say heroine, there being to such thing. He nearly laughed, but instead he smiled, his bulk speeding into a trot as he raised his fist for the turtles as a whole, his intent to knock them clear off of the pier. However, before they could react it seemed, she did, and in a way that was most unexpected.

Hun suddenly found himself frozen in his place, his body, legs and arm restrained immediately with a strength he had never felt before in his life.

"Huh?!"

He looked down genuinely confused, only to see red before feeling the ground rush away from his feet as he was suddenly flung into the air. The turtles watched on in a mix of amazement and horror as Hun was flung into the air, flying a near twenty feet in the opposite direction before physics halted his trajectory through the act of a concrete wall. With a final grunt, Hun slid to the grown, and was silent.

Wide eyed, all four pairs of eyes went from the fallen hulk to the slim figure, of whom hadn't even left her spot on the roof top.

Leaving Donatello, as well as his brothers, gaping at the wonder before them.

'That's just not possible!'
Meanwhile, before them the red hair seemed to snake back up and to the woman, the locks seemingly moving all on their own before going back to their respective lengths just below her knees.

And in response, Raphael, as always, was the first one to voice his awe despite his injuries.

"I know sometimes hair can be known for having a life of it's own, but this is ridiculous!"

The rest of them remained silent, watching the figure above, not at all sure as to what she would do next. However, it seemed that she was just as content for watching them as they were for watching her. So, there she stood, arms crossed and face smug at their obviously surprised expressions

'That got their attentions.'

But just as quickly, the silence was suddenly broken.

"Who are you?"

Leonardo step forward, immediately taking the lead, just as a good leader should. And in response, she smiled, but did not answer.

She had done it, they did not recognize her…

Instead, she extended her hand and almost as a response, the red locks elongated once more. As soon as they reached ground level she followed, her hair transporting her right to where she wanted to be.

Only minutes after her first appearance there she stood before the leader himself. However, it was here that she finally hesitated. She never really came up with a name yet, that not being important at the time, but now, it seemed to be the determining factor in this hero business, and in response, she froze.

However, and coincidently, the turtles froze as well but for very different reasons.

Behind her the mammoth seemed to come to life, waking up from his induce slumber and into a pit of rage, snorting in disgust. She turned, just in time to see him barrel towards her, his eyes red and wild with anger, his face contorted with rage.

However, and just like before, she was instantly ready for him. With the speed of lightning, the end of her hair seemed to come together and into a ball, and as the hulk of a man steamed towards her, she suddenly let go, the giant ball of red sucker-punching the man right in the gut, sending him clear across the pier (and because of the change of position) clear into the murky waters below as well.

All four turtles seemed to follow the mammoth's decent, peering over the wooden dock as the water gurgled from below. A heavy silence fell between them, but like all other silences, it was soon broken by none other than the one and only Michelangelo.

"Well, looks like he's swimmin' with the fishes tonight. Good riddens, I say! Yeah, that dudette sure did make a dumbbell out of him! Get it? Dumbbell?! Ha!" Michelangelo laughed, but it seemed that once again, his humor was lost to all of his brothers, their thoughts instead on the…wonder…that they had just witnessed.

Behind them, the girl shrunk back, watching the turtles' backs as they peered into the waters below.

Summoning all of her voice, and her depleting courage, she spoke. Finally, as if a distant memory and just like her 'dreams' of before, it suddenly came to her as two words resonated in her mind. The voice had called her this, and at the time she pushed it away, not at all clear as to what it meant. But now, she understood.

And as such, she knew her name…

"Mistress." Her voice was steady as she disappeared into the shadows around her. " The Mistress of Darkness, but you can all just call me…The Mistress."

And with that she was gone.

What do ya think?! Sorry it took soo long, but I've been busy with the transition from home to college! (more explained on page) But yeah, I hope you enjoyed it, and the Epilogue will be up as soon as possible. Earlier (I hope I did it properly) Trinity's "adventures" and the turtle's adventures were not "happening" at the same time, Trinity's "adventures" happening earlier than the turtle's until they meet.

I hope I showed that properly…Well, anywho, gotta get to sleep. In the meantime, R and R! :)