A/N : Special thanks to pacphys for editing for me
Chapter 9 Attacked.
Michelangelo raced from rooftop to rooftop. He didn't know who was calling him, but whoever was qualified to use his call signal knew him and relied on him to help them, when they were in need.
The flutes were amazing. Made of polished coral, the sounds they made could only be heard by creatures who swam. Michelangelo swore that they had to be magic. Every creature the mermaids cared for deep within their temple had been trained to respond to a different call. Once they realized that Michelangelo could hear the flutes as easily as their seals, they simply gave him a signal, and asked him to respond. He agreed eagerly, and had saved two special agents, both fully human females, and a third young man, who was the son, oddly enough, of Katherine one of the mermaids below. Best of all he had managed to do so without the others finding out.
Man, another thing I'm gonna have to explain to them, he thought dispiritedly. It was bad enough that the whole thing was out in the open now. Leo didn't understand him now at all. He acted as if Lillian and her kind were their enemy, when in truth she was the best friend they could possibly have. He wished that Leonardo had come with him, or at least had followed him, but he knew that Leonardo would not. He's afraid of seeing Lil again. I wish I could make him understand what I promised them!
Suddenly the rattling of trash cans brought him to his destination. From above he saw Hun, the strange woman in purple and black he had seen before, and four Foot Tech Ninjas, surrounding a dumpster covering a cellar staircase. They had flung the trash cans away and were attempting to dig out their quarry.
Damn! They are after Lil and the others! They've got one of her agents under there! Well they're not going to win!
"Get her out of there," the woman was ordering Hun. Hun grinned. Michelangelo knew that expression. Hun liked causing pain and suffering no matter what he did. Hun pushed the dumpster away revealing the red haired woman underneath.
April???
There was no time to think. Michelangelo launched himself from the roof and landed directly onto Hun's head. Then he sprang from his temporary perch to kick the girl's back as well.
"Now normally I don't hit ladies," Michelangelo said to the girl as he gave the recovering Hun a back kick to keep him back. "But I've seen you topple the old man of the mountain over there, and I know you're no lady!" With that he jumped down, picked April up and leaped past the two bowling over the Tech Ninjas. "Come on, April! We gotta book!"
They ran about five feet when he felt a stinging pain shoot all the way up his right leg, and a tug with more pain. Unable to move his leg forward he slammed down face first into the sidewalk. He rolled over to see that the razor sharp manriki gusari the girl owned was wrapped around his leg.
"Mike!" April called out.
"April Run!" Michelangelo ordered her, but she turned around and tried to tug him free of the chord. The razor thin chain only dug deeper into his leg.
"Ow! No not working!" Michelangelo told her. As April gave up pulling they both looked up to see Hun and the stranger looking down at them.
In an easy move Hun pulled April away from Michelangelo and threw her to the Tech Ninjas. Then he smiled at Michelangelo, cracked his knuckles, and said "play time"
Raphael moved up to the roof feeling edgy and restless. He couldn't believe that Leonardo allowed Michelangelo to run off after a signal from a mermaid.
Something funny is going on with Leo, Raphael thought as he went through a few stretches and shadow punches. He doesn't want to deal with anything involving these mermaids. Is he really scared of them? Whatever is bugging him, it's gonna make him mess up sooner or later.
A low rumble of thunder made Raphael look up. Dark purplish clouds were blowing in over the lighter clouds covering the sky. The air smelled of water, with a slight metallic tang in the back of his mouth. He let out a single long breath then went back to his exercises.
Suddenly he heard it again. Well heard was the wrong term. As before the whistle ran through his bones, muscles, blood and brain. Man, Don and me should have figured it out before, only a mermaid's device would do this to us. It was a different signal than before. Three long low pitched notes, then two high pitched ones. Again it didn't do anything to him. He didn't feel any different or have any new thoughts. Okay, so that whistle isn't to control us but then what is it for?
Suddenly a sea gull who was perched nearby on a telephone pole lifted its head and sent back it's harsh barking cry in answer to the whistle. The cry was taken up by two more seagulls near by.
Something's up. Raphael thought uneasily. He hadn't forgotten the odd occurrence where Michelangelo had gotten important news about The Foot from sea gulls. The noise from the gulls was growing louder. All of a sudden the three nearby gulls took off and joined ten others all headed directly south.
First whistle and Mikey goes off to help someone. This whistle and the gulls take off? Raphael started to worry. Before he even thought twice about this he jumped off to the next roof and then the next, following the seagulls.
April jumped up on Hun's arm and bit it so that he would let go of Michelangelo. Hun cried out, and tried to backhand her, but even hurt Michelangelo managed to stand up, and bash his nunchucks into Hun's wrist.
"Leave her alone, dude!" Michelangelo said. The female ninja in purple grabbed hold of April to hold her back. Hun clutched at his damaged hand. He glared at the rebellious ninja turtle then picked Michelangelo up by his shell, and flung him into the wall.
April kicked the girl off of her, and ran to Michelangelo. He was bleeding on his arms and legs and his breathing was labored. "A…April," he whispered.
"Mike?" April asked as she heard the footsteps of their enemies approaching.
Michelangelo reached into April's pocket, and pulled out the flute placing her fingers on the flute he whispered. "Three like this, two like this, hold the last note." He gently manipulated her fingers on the flute.
April nodded, and clutched the flute as Hun pulled her off of him again. "Hold her this time!" He ordered the girl. He picked up Michelangelo to throw him again.
As April began to struggle again the girl said, "Your own Foot has trouble holding this wench!"
April managed to get her arm free and the flute to her lips. She blew they way Michelangelo had shown her. The woman grabbed at the flute. "Stop that!" she ordered.
"No!" Hun argued, holding Michelangelo by his shell. "We want them to come!"
"Let him go!" April cried out.
Hun only laughed at her. "Don't worry we won't damage him too much! When those mermaids come by we'll need this shell back alive, so they'll tell us where their temple is."
That made April shiver in shock. Michelangelo, still in Hun's arms, shook his head. "Shows what you know Gigantor. No matter what you do to me, they'll never tell. And they won't come unless I call them. And I'm not gonna call them."
"Oh really?" Hun said. "And what will you do when we use her to convince you to call."
"Too late for that, Andre'" Michelangelo said. "The Calvary is showing up now!"
Suddenly the air was filled with the scream of dozens of sea gulls. Hun, his companion, and the Foot Tech Ninjas looked up to see the birds swarming the area. Five gulls swooped down on the girl holding April. She let go and went for her weapon, but the gulls were too fast for her to attack them with the chain.
"April! Run!" Michelangelo said, but instead she jumped onto Hun's back trying to force him to release Michelangelo. With an easy move Hun reached over and pulled her off, then dropped her as he narrowly missed being hit by a shirukin.
"Uh uh uh," Raphael said as he twirled his sai casually. "Oversized muscle bound morons shouldn't be manhandling my friends! Now let them go Hun!"
Hun's face fell into a glower and he threw April into Raphael. He was about to squeeze Michelangelo in his grip when four seagulls came dive bombing on him. He dropped Michelangelo and ran off with the others trying to protect his head from the vicious birds.
Raphael and April both moved towards Michelangelo. April picked him up and supported his head on her lap. After coughing and wheezing for a moment Michelangelo looked up at April. "Flute," he whispered to her.
"Mike, we've got to get you below." April insisted, but Michelangelo shook his head.
"They won't stop with the Hitchcock routine till we tell them to," He explained. He held out his hand, and April dropped the flute into his hand.
With a practiced ease despite his injuries Michelangelo brought the flute to his lips and played a quick six note call. Off in the distance they heard the cries of the sea gulls quiet. Seconds later ten of them flew overhead."
"Well since your backup just flew the coop we'd better get underground," Raphael said. He and April picked up Michelangelo, and managed to get him into the nearest manhole cover. The whole way home Raphael seethed. Leo should have followed him! He should have been here to help Mikey!
"Raph," Michelangelo whispered just before they reached the lair. "It wasn't his fault."
"Don't talk," April said. "You have to rest."
"Don't give me that, Mikey," Raphael said, pausing to let Michelangelo rest. "Leo should have gone after you. We both know it."
Michelangelo shook his head no. "He....he doesn't understand. He doesn't know what I promised them. Leave it, bro."
"Okay Mikey, for you're sake I'll drop it." Raphael said still sounding angry. "But don't think I'm gonna forget this." He tried to lift Michelangelo again. "Geeze Mikey, you've got to stop going for seconds at dinner. You gotta drop a few pounds." After a few moments of grunting and pulling, Raphael had to give up. "April, go ahead get Don and Splinter, I can't carry him any further."
"Will do," April said as she ran for the entrance to the lair. As she got there, Donatello and Splinter both looked up. "It's Mikey," she said before they could even greet her. "He's hurt!"
Both Donatello and Splinter rushed to see Michelangelo. They got him arranged on his couch by the video monolith. "What the shell happened to him?" Donatello asked.
"Mikey took on Hun. By himself!" Raphael told them.
"What? That was insane! Why in the world would he do something that crazy?" Donatello asked.
April lowered her head sadly. "He did it to save me. They must have known that Lillian had talked to me. They're still looking for the mermaid's temple."
"Save you?" Donatello asked confused. "But the whistle -" he began. Raphael cut him off.
"Show him April," Raphael said. As April fished out the little flute Raphael said. "Mikey said something about having promises with those friends of his. Part of the deal must have been to help people who knew how to call him on this."
As Donatello and Splinter looked curiously at the small coral flute, April explained. "Lillian said if I ever needed help to play the notes she showed me. I had no idea that Michelangelo was going to answer that call.
"It actually makes sense," Donatello said as he examined the flute from every angle. "You would be used to one of us come to your rescue."
April moved to the kitchen where they kept their medical supplies. "If I had known," she said handing Splinter the bandages, "I would never have used it. They were just using me to get to you guys. They were sure they could use you to lure the mermaids back to the city.
Raphael paced around the couch as April, Donatello, and Splinter ministered to Michelangelo's wounds. "Yeah, well I wish it would have worked. We could use that mermaid and her healing water now."
"The what?" April asked as she cut another length of bandage for Splinter.
"When Leo and I were kids, we got sick, real sick. Mikey's mermaid showed up when everyone was asleep, and gave us some kind of magic healing water. It made us better in less than a day."
"It would be useful," Donatello said with a sigh, glancing at Michelangelo," but how are we going to contact her. Only Mikey knows how. "
Suddenly steps behind them made them turn around. It was Leonardo. "Oh is Mikey back (9) what-" He stopped in mid sentence as he took in the scene before him. Donatello and Splinter were bandaging up a cracked place in Michelangelo's plastron, and April was doing the same to a bruise on his arm the size of a small grapefruit. "What the shell happened?" He asked.
There was fire in Raphael's eyes as he moved toward Leonardo, preparing to strike. April dropped her bandages, and grabbed onto Raphael's arm. "No, Raph! You promised!"
Raphael tensed up, closing his eyes, and clenching his fist so tightly his fingers dug into his palms. For a moment Donatello thought Raphael was going to attack Leonardo anyway, but then he relaxed, opened his eyes, and simply glared at Leonardo for a second before turning back to the others. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. His expression had said it as clearly as if he had shouted it across the room. This is your fault!
Leonardo looked as if he had been struck. Very slowly he came up behind Raphael, and looked down at his injured brother. "What....where did he go? What happened?"
Raphael was seething inwardly. "Tell him, April," Raphael said, his anger clearly in his voice.
April nodded slowly. "You tried to keep Michelangelo from answering the flute." She said. It wasn't a question. When Leonardo noddedApril continued. "He made a promise to his mermaid friends that if anyone called him using a special flute that he would go and help them. These were people the mermaid trusted to help Mike, as well as have him help them." April took Leonardo's hand and placed her flute into it.
"This flute?" Leonardo asked slightly confused. He looked at it, andthen looked around the room. "I don't get it. Where's the person Mikey went to help then?"
Raphael punched a near by support pillar, frustrated that Leonardo didn't understand. "You're looking at her genius! Lilian gave that flute to April cuz she was watching over us!"
Leonardo blinked surprised at that, but then looked at April and asked, "but....but why? I mean why are you helping them?"
With a deep sigh April said, "because, Leo, the one thing she asked me to do, the only thing she asked me to do, was watch over the four of you. She knows you guys were going to have problems because you were exposed to her power or whatever, and she knew you'd trust me because I'm immune to her powers. She didn't want to hurt any of you, it's my fault Mikey got hurt. I mean The Foot were looking for you, and if I knew the flute was going to bring him, I would have never have used it."
"It's kinda like a dog whistle, I guess," Raphael said evenly, still very angry. "Mikey used it to call sea gulls down on The Foot so we could get away. I guess they just took advantage of the fact that Mikey and us could hear it too. For him, it was just a call for help."
Donatello nodded. "That's probably why that was the only signal Lilian bothered to teach you, April. We weren't compelled to answer the flute but we could hear it. Mikey wasn't compelled by it either."
Leonardo nodded slowly. "He just knew someone he promised to protect needed his help." He shook his head sadly. "Mikey told me, but I didn't listen. I thought I had it all figured out. I am such an idiot!" Without another word to the others, he slowly trudged up the stairs to his own room.
Splinter looked sadly after his perfectionist son, and handed over his healing duties to Donatello. He followed Leonardo up to his room,and waited by the doorway.
Leonardo was sitting in his bed with his knees tucked up to his chest, and his head on his knees. He was shivering slightly and muttering to himself over and over again. "It's all my fault. It's all my fault."
"Michelangelo understands your fear of his friends." Splinter said as gently as he could. "He does not blame you for not following him."
"But I should have," Leonardo said, not looking directly at his sensei. "I knew he was walking himself into trouble, and I should have been with him!"
"Then why did you not follow?" Splinter asked. When Leonardo didn't answer the aged rat asked, "Is it because you fear to encounter his friend again?"
"You mean the mermaid?" Leonardo asked. When Splinter nodded Leonardo sighed and picked his head up enough to rest his chin on his knees. "Part of me is I guess," Leonardo began trying to figure out what it was he was feeling, "but another part wants me to find her. It wants me to be with her and accept her as if she were our leader and master. The worst part is I don't even know why I feel this way! "
"It is as Michelangelo explained to you," Splinter said, joining Leonardo on the bed. "Our mutation does not change what you originally were. The blood and spirit of your ancestors runs deep within you. As a turtle a creature of water, you are subject to them."
"But I don't want to be!" Leonardo insisted tensing up again. "You're our sensei, our father! I don't want to lose all that, and I don't want to be under the control of creatures I've never seen before!"
"And that is why, Michelangelo's friend asked April to watch over you," Splinter explained. "So she would not be seen by you or the others again. You must admit both she and Michelangelo have been trying to avoid contact with you since we have been aware of her."
"I guess," Leonardo said sadly. Splinter understood his son's fear. Leonardo had overcome every obstacle in his life including a paralyzing fear of heights by taking control of himself. His own personal quest was for self mastery. The mermaid made him feel out of control of his emotions, his thoughts, his very life. Leonardo desperately wanted to be in control of these feelings, but they weren't just emotions, they were instincts so deeply ingrained within him that he had no control over them. The one thing Leonardo still feared terribly was being out of control of a situation, and yet there was no mastering an instinct.
"Leonardo," Splinter said gently. "You must master this fear, as you have mastered everything else. Meditate on this. Seek out these instincts within your mind and understand what it is that they mean to you."
Leonardo nodded only half listening. "Yes sensei," he said sadly. Splinter did not press the issue further. Leonardo had to resolve his internal conflict on his own.
Splinter came back down the stairs. Donatello and April were finishing with Michelangelo. Raphael was kicking the bag, taking out his anger at Leonardo on the sack. When Splinter looked at him he stopped and glowered. "Are you going to try to convince me that this isn't Leo's fault? Well don't bother! You know I'm right. Mikey wouldn't have gotten hurt if Leo had gone after him!"
Splinter glared at Raphael sternly. "I do not know that, Raphael, and neither do you. Leonardo did not follow Michelangelo, so no one can know what would have happened. Can you truly blame your brother for wishing to avoid the mermaid and her power?"
That deflated Raphael. He stopped fighting the bag, and leaned against the wall. "Maybe. I just don't know what it is about that mermaid that bugs Leo so much. I mean as far as we know all she's ever done is help us."
"Get real Raph," Donatello said sadly. He collected the first aid supplies and put them back in the kitchen. "It isn't the mermaid that's bugging him. It's how he feels, how we all feel, when she's around. She may not be deliberately trying to control us, but all she has to do is open her mouth to get any one of us to do what she wants."
"Not Mike," April reminded them. He bosses her around, tells her when he thinks she's wrong. I don't know what he knows that you don't, but he's got this whole mermaid thing under control."
"He's had almost ten more years to learn how to deal with this than we have, April," Donatello reminded her. "I think that somehow all the exposure Mikey's had to the mermaids might have given him some kind of immunity, or at least a tolerance for them."
"I wish Mikey had told us about her long ago," Raphael said. He looked tired, but his tone was slightly accusatory. "If he had, we'd know how to contact her. We'd have known that they needed out help. We'd have known....." Suddenly without warning he pulled his sai and jabbed at the sand bag, allowing the sand inside to escape.
Splinter said nothing, but glanced at Raphael expectantly. Raphael glared right back, but he grabbed onto the opening of the sand bag, before it could spill everywhere, and tore it down. "I'd better fix this," he mumbled, and went into the kitchen.
"What was that about?" Donatello asked puzzled. "Why is he mad at you, sensei?"
Splinter sighed sadly. "Raphael is angry with me because he believes that I am the reason that Michelangelo kept his mermaid friends a secret for so many years, and I believe he is right. Michelangelo remembered that I feared the mermaids would take you from me."
"He was also trying to keep us separated," Donatello reminded him. He knew what would happen to the three of us if we did see his friend."
"He tried to tell me," Splinter continued sadly, "several times, but I refused to accept his words. I feared that one day they would come for you, and, willingly, you wouldgo and leave me."
Donatello sighed pensively. He didn't know how much Splinter had been afraid of that possibility. "She's known Mikey for going on eleven years if she hasn't taken us away from you by now, I don't think she ever intended to."
Splinter nodded. "I believe that as long as you were being well cared for the mermaids were content. If I had known back then, perhaps things would have been different."
Raphael came back in dragging the empty repaired bag. "I guess, but we can't change the past. I don't really blame you, sensei. It's just that if it was any one of us Mikey would have called his friends by now, but cuz he's the one down, we can't do anything." He sighed sadly, and leaned against the couch Michelangelo was resting on. "I wish there was some way we could get word to Lilian that Mikey needed her and her healing water."
"Even if we could," Donatello reminded him, "she might not come. Remembershe knows The Foot are searching for her and her people. It would be crazy to risk The Foot finding her just to do what time will do for us."
"You saw her for five seconds, Donny," Raphael said with a yawn. He plopped down next to the couch "I was with her for a half hour. Don't ask me how I know, but I know, she'd come for Mikey."
The next time Donatello brought clean water for Michelangelo's wounds he noticed that Raphael had dozed off. "About time," Donatello said with a sigh of relief. "His attitude was getting even on my nerves."
"He's worried about Michelangelo," April said evenly. "And he was awfully mad at Leo."
"Part of me can sympathize," Donatello said. "It's not like Leo to leave any of us to walk into a potentially dangerous situation. If it didn't have to do with LillianLeo would have followed him."
"That is true," Splinter replied. "Leonardo lost his fear of great heights once he took control of the fear. Now he fears to lose that control, and considering the mermaid's power, I do not know how to combat that fear.
"Leo will come around," April said. "It will just take something to kick him in the butt."
Suddenly a strange high pitched hum filled the chamber. Two seconds later both Donatello and Splinter yawned.
"Splinter, are you all right?" April asked.
"Merely tired, April," Splinter said. "I am not as young as I used to be."
"I don't think it's you, sensei," Donatello said as he yawned again. "All of a sudden I'm beat too."
"Maybe it's that sound I hear." April said. "Don't you guys hear it?"
Splinter was nodding off in his chair. Donatello shook his head in an effort to clear it. "Oh...oh man. I think (yawn) it's her, Lillian."
"Lillian?" April asked. Donatello closed his eyes, and flopped down leaning his shell against the couch next to Raphael. April tried to shake him back to his senses. "Don! Donny! Tell me what to do! Lillian is singing you to sleep!"
Donatello was already to far gone to be of any help. He leaned against the couch and mumbled, "can't think. Wanna sleep. "
"Donny?" April shook him again, but a snore was her only answer.
"Now what do I do?" April asked the room. Her only answers were the snores of her friends. There was nothing she could do.
The eerie song filtered through the lair for ten minutes. April watched as Donatello, Raphael and Splinter sank into a deep sleep. April was wondering what the purpose of this song was when suddenly the pitch and tempo changed.
What is Lillian doing now? April wondered. Did the change in song mean anything? She didn't expect an answer, but a few seconds later she heard Raphael call her. "April?" he said sleepily.
"Raphael?" April asked kneeling at his side. His eyes were closed. His breathing was slow and even. He was still asleep, but somehow Lillian was using him as some kind of mouth piece.
"April, you gotta let Mikey's friend Lillian in. She says she's got something that will make him better."
"Make him better?" Raphael had gone on about the healing water the mermaid had used on himand Leonardo as children. Was that what he meant?
Raphael just kept on with the message. "But you gotta let her in April. She won't ask us too. It has to be by your will, your choice."
April didn't need an explanation for that. After Lillian's escape from the lair the last time, they had closed the underwater escape tunnel. In order for Lillian to get in, someone from inside the lair had to release the door.
It wasn't really much of a choice. If Lillian had something to help Michelangelo it was worth risking letting her in.
April moved to Donatello's security control grid. She had helped him fix it once so she knew exactly how it operated. She put in the security code, and pulled the lever releasing the locks on the underwater escape hatch. Less than a minute later Lillian's head broke the surface of the ornamental pond.
"Lillian!" April called out. She moved over to the pond and helped the mermaid out of the water. "How did you know about Michelangelo?" April asked.
Lillian was wearing a pale blue tube top and a belt around her waist. She touched a clip on the belt and waves of soft salmon colored cloth fell from the compartments. She arranged the cloth to become a gauzy flowing skirt whose hem gently brushed the water. Slowly as her tail converted into legs she explained. "Raphael's heart is confused about me, but never about his brothers. The moment he suspected that I could be of assistance his heart called on me to give him aid."
April wasn't sure she understood that. She helped Lillian to stand as they moved over to where Michelangelo lay. "Raphael called you? How?"
"He called me within his heart. Because I know them I could hear his call." Lillian knelt down next to Michelangelo, and gently brushed his forehead with his fingertips. She leaned over close to his ear, and whispered his name. "Michelangelo."
Michelangelo's eyes fluttered open. He looked directly at Lillian at first with joy, and then with apprehension. "Lil? You came? What were you thinking,girl? The Foot are looking for you!"
"Did you believe I would not find out what you had done?" Lillian asked instead. "You saved your friend at great cost to yourself; for our sake as well as your own. Did you not think at least one of your brothers would desire me to heal you deep within their hearts?"
Even weak with pain Michelangelo showed surprise. "One of my bro's called you the way I do? But how? When did they -"
Lillian silenced him, touching her fingers to his lips. "They called me as you did as a child, with no more than a wish in his heart, but a strong desire for it to come true."
"You said it was Raph," April reminded her, "and it makes sense. He would have gone looking for you if he had any idea of where to look. He said you brought him healing water when he was sick."
"And I have brought the healing waters now," Lillian said raising a leather flask that was strapped to her side. "As beings of water I can hear their hearts, more so with Michelangelo and his brothers because I have guarded them for most of their lives. At the moment Raphael desired my help, I heard and answered that call." Lillian lifted the flask,uncorked it, and handed it to Michelangelo. "Drink my friend. Drink the healing waters, and grow well and strong."
Michelangelo brought the flagon to his lips, and drank deeply, draining the container completely. When he was done he handed the flask to Lillian, and blinked sleepily. "Those are your healing waters?" He asked. A second later he yawned. "I feel so weird, tired." He yawned again.
Lillian smiled and ran her fingers lightly over Michelangelo's forehead. "The waters will draw you into a deep sleep where your body will heal. I shall sing a healing song to aid you."
Michelangelo, however, was still fighting the tranquilizing effects of the waters. "But Lil, (yawn) the others."
"Shhh, sleep," Lillian admonished him lightly. "A healing song will not wake the others. It will heal their minds and spirits as well as your body. However," here she glanced sadly up towards Leonardo's room. "Some must face the adversity of fire,metal, earth and air before they can reach the waters of healing."
Michelangelo yawned, and closed his eyes as he took Lillian's hand. "I know," he said, "s'okay."
With a gentle smile for Michelangelo, Lillian began to sing. It didn't sound like a single voice. It reminded April of some odd kind of bagpipes, able to sing the same melody in different voices at the same time. It was strange, but it was also a beautiful sound.
Michelangelo sighed blissfully, and allowed himself to fall asleep. Laying on the floor next to the couch, Donatello and Raphael sighed as well. April decided to give up worrying about them, and simply analyze what she could about the mermaid's song. Seeing Michelangelo and the others content was satisfying enough.
Coming Soon Chapter 10 Of Dreams and Nightmares
Together they managed to fight their way to Raphael who was fighting Foot Tech Amazons and having the time of this life. He was fighting back five of them, three armed with manriki gusari,and two with swords. A sixth appeared wielding a seven foot bo with a metal point on each end. She managed to get Raphael on the back of the head scratching him, and sending him over the railing into the water.
"Raph!" Donatello shouted out. He tried to move over to where he saw Raphael fall in, but the Foot Tech Amazons were too much for him. One almost clipped him with a battle ax, but Lillian's knives deflected it. In the next instant the ax came down for her, and Donatello knew that no matter how fast he moved he wasn't going to be able to block it.
Time slowed to an agonizing crawl as Donatello watched the ax blade move towards Lillian's neck.