A/N: We just watched the old season last night. Oh man, it was nostalgic for me (Lynx) but slightly horrifying.
ET: No personalities! Not to mention they got Raph's personality ALL wrong!
Raph: Well, the new series is for older kids rather than the old series.
Lynx: I know. I was a turtle fan even back then. (recites Krang's line) "I've given you vast technical knowledge –urp-growl- now it's time to fill your half of the bargain. –urp-"
Mikey: What's up with the murmuring/burping noises?
ET: Well…. He's a brain! A frickin' BRAIN! He comes from a world where his people are at war with a bunch of teenagers who talk like they're from the 60s! The turtles all act like Mikey. They walk around in absolute daylight with no camouflage!
Alix: Where's the stealth? Where's the ninja part of the title?!
ET: I KNOW! And what's up with this? They eat whip cream covered pizza!
Mikey: Mmmmmm! Maybe I should try that sometime! I'd like to meet my counterpart.
ET: -glances at him- And Mikey can crash through metal with his WOODEN nunchucks! And Don can tear off metal with his bare hands! And-
Alix: I think they get it, ET. Let's just move on with the story, ok?
ET: OK OK!
Chapter 5: Silenced Guilt
Gasping for breath, Angy slid to the floor. The tears kept coming, and Hun merely paused with amusement. He savored the moment for what it was: pure terror emanating from the girl's pallid face and the defeat of his most hated enemy.
Angy was shaking, trembling, desperately attempting to scrape the imaginary blood from her hands. The girl was too delusional to realize that the physical aspect of her horror was non-existent. Raphael, Raphael, RAPHAEL!!
She wanted to look over at the street below. Maybe Raph was still alive! Maybe he could be saved! Maybe he-
All her hopes were annihilated when a huge explosion, followed by a large column of thick smoke, caused the entire building to shake.
"It's about time one of them bit the bullet. And falling off the edge of a building! Never thought those would be the circumstances," Hun mocked ruthlessly. "Of course, I couldn't have done it without you, kid!" He enjoyed playing this girl's emotions like a drum, bashing and banging.
The words pierced her with unimaginable pain. It was true, wasn't it? She knew this was going to happen, in her dreams. Oh, why didn't she listen to Don? This was all her fault. All her fault. And the blood was on her hands.
However, at this point, Angy was too traumatized to think. She was detached from her body, and so the instinct, seeing its chance, took over.
Hun began advancing on the broken girl. He'd had enough fun; it was time to return the experiment to Master Shredder. Hun grinned. The Master would be pleased that his hope of defeating the turtles was now closer than ever, especially since one had already been blow to tiny pieces. But his glee was short lived.
Hun gasped when Angy suddenly disappeared with all the speed of her programming. However, after a moment, the mountain smirked and took out Stockman's equipment.
Sliding down laundry lines to reach ground level, Angy noticed a red motorcycle hidden in the alleyway. There was no time to think, despite her desire to. She sprinted up to it and threw Raph's helmet on her head, only to find keys fall out of it.
They clattered, hitting the ground and giving Angy a start. Grudgingly, she went on her knees to pick the metal object, but stopped short. She's stealing his motorcycle? After murdering him? She felt nauseous using such a strong word, but it was true, wasn't it?
The keys were cold in her hand, the chill seeping through the thick gloves. Suddenly a wave of disgust fell upon her. Those gloves! Those damn gloves were at fault! Her shaking and twitching began to surface again. She could not take the pain anymore, and flung her gloves off.
They could not help her. No one could. She had to get out of here. No. She had to go back; to see if Raph was really gone. Her face was resolved, but twitching with fear. Of course her instincts told her not to go back… and they also said not to abandon her gloves.
But……..
If she allowed herself to touch more people, despite the pain, her vision would have been clearer. She would have known it was Raph for certain. She could have warned him. She should have. Why, why didn't she listen to Don's advice?
With new resolve despite the fear crawling over her flesh, she caressed the handles and flung her leg over the motorcycle, incorrectly. Panting with anxiety of Raph's death, she attempted to place the key into the ignition. Her fingers were twitching irrationally, making it impossible.
She could hear footsteps on the rooftops. They were coming for her.
Clutching the handle with one hand, she steadied herself enough to place the key in the ignition. She turned it with her fist, and the deafening engine started. In fact, the noise caught Angy off guard and she almost fell off the bike. Repositioning herself on the seat, now correctly, she paused breathlessly.
How do you drive a motorcycle? She did not know how to ride a bike let alone a motorcycle. What to do?
Her eyes began to dilate in fear. They were coming. She could hear them. Closer. Closer. Raphael, help me. Please?
Shutting her eyes closed, Angy gripped the handles bars so hard that one began to move. As it did so, the engine hummed louder. However, it did not move the motorcycle forward. Starter, starter, which one's a starter?!
The ninjas were there, gazing down at her from the rooftops. Now or never. Angy placed both feet on the pedals, with the kickstand still down. Maybe if the handlebars moved then the pedals would too. Holding her breath, she jerked her foot down. Nothing.
She nervously opened her eyes. Raphael. Suddenly she noticed a small red button beneath the ignition. Without thinking, she smashed her palm onto it.
Instead of the actual engine doing the work, a pair of jets shot fire from the back of the motorcycle. With a start, Angy and the bike jumped forward out the alley and into the street.
Too frightened to yelp, Angy remained panting. She couldn't balance herself. The cycle was wobbling back and forth. All she wanted to do was close her eyes and hope she was safe in the lair. But it was too late for that. Far too late.
The wind nipped at her face. Her eyes were burning to the point at which tears streamed out of them. Not only from the wind, but for Raphael. She had to go back and find him. To make sure. What if he was still alive?
Hope did little to help the coldness that clutched her heart and only distracted Angy from driving. She crouched down, basically hugging the warmth emanating from the bike. Her body was shivering from the guilt.
She knew the ninjas were following over head, but that did not matter. She was going back to find Raphael. She had to. She owed him that.
Soon, Angy was approaching the end of the street, bisecting a busy one. Barely remembering how Raphael turned, she leaned to the right. Leaned a little too hard. Her knee scraped against the pavement as Angy merged with the ongoing traffic. The panic pulsated threw her and she suddenly tilted the bike to the left, hoping to make herself erect.
Her whole leg stung red, while Angy swerved back and forth. Riding was more difficult than she could have ever dreamed. Losing control, she almost hit a nearby green van. In pure fear, she veered in the other direction, scraping against a red car. Her shoulder and hip burned with even more pain than the leg on the other side of her body.
Losing balance, Angy fell back slightly, accidentally putting the correct pressure on the foot pedals and starting the real engine in addition the jets. The bike shot forward with extreme force, nearly making Raph's helmet choke Angy.
She clutched the handles, as the cycle sped past the green van, red car, and all other vehicles nearby. The adrenaline within her was so strong that it could have kept Angy awake for several weeks. Approaching an intersection, Angy swerved left. That's where Raphael fell. Or at least she thought it was. It was difficult to retrace her steps going eighty miles an hour.
Driving for a good ten minutes, Angy began doubting her navigation skills. It shouldn't take this long. She was approaching the pier near the river. Now she knew she took a wrong turn. Her heart was pounding at her rib cage, when she briefly looked behind her. The ninjas were nowhere to be seen. She must have lost them.
Turning her head forward, Angy gasped in horror to find a bus full of nuns.
Yes. That's right. A bus full of nuns.
She turned her bike sideways, losing her balance, and scraping her body on the street as she slid underneath the bus. Closing her eyes, Angy could feel her pain elevate exponentially. She sensed that the she was past the bus, and attempted to make the motorcycle upright as she skid down the street in a circular motion.
That was the stupidest thing she could have ever done. Angy flew off the bike and began to bounce across the concrete. Cracks among other noises could be heard from the core of her bones as the girl rolled to a stop.
Raphael's motorcycle was in flames.
Her body twitched and shook violently as she attempted to turn her head towards the bike. Somehow the gasoline was lit as she scraped against the street. Her bones were numb and the blood coursed hard through her veins. Blinking her eyes open despite the weights upon them, Angy's vision blurred into a swirl of colors.
Raphael. She let him down. Again. She just seemed to screw everything up. The pain made it difficult for her to focus but that didn't matter. She probably deserved it.
The footsteps were louder.
She tried to swallow her fear. If the ninjas found her, then there was no telling what they might do. Angy blinked her eyes repeatedly until the spinning colors just turned into a blur of objects.
There was a dumpster several inches away from her. Placing as much strength as the shattered girl could manage, she dragged herself underneath it. The space between the dumpster and the street was barely enough to fit Angy in.
However, that was all her strength. All of it. Too weak to move and barely strong enough to breathe. Closing her eyes, Angy could hear voices, but sounded more like moans, not words.
All three sounded distraught and petrified. Angy held her breath, hoping they would not find her. Or at least, she tried to hold her breath. After several yells and other noises, they were gone.
Disappeared into the night.
A good deal of time past before Angy woke up. Red light from the sunset peered through the crack of the dumpster, and the air had an edge of frost. More voices came. But these she could recognize.
Or at least one of them. His low voice was unmistakable after the scene which passed earlier. Hun. It had to be him. Angy tried to sit up, to get away from that voice that would only torment her more, but she couldn't move without a shooting pain going through her arm and a pounding going through her head. Her leg stuck out at an odd angle when she looked at it. She was dead meat if she stayed there, but she couldn't go out or she'd get-
"WELL WELL well, look what we have here." Hun's face met hers with his usually sardonic grin. His face was red in the light of a car's tail lights. "Hey kid. Long time no see." His eyes lit up as she tried to shrink away from him. He grabbed her by the arm, avoiding her hands and wrists, and pulled her out from under the stinking mass, holding her at eye level.
There was a jab in her arm as he shook her like a rag doll. Her leg also contributed to the cacophony of pain, causing her to scream.
"STOP! Please!" Tears poured from her eyes as the rattling finally stopped. It took her a moment to realise some one else was talking besides Hun and herself.
"-feeble-minded ignoramus! Can't you see that her arm is shattered and her leg broken in two places?" The voice, higher pitched then Hun's but not by much, belonged to a black man in what appeared to be a hightech wheelchair which sprouted from where his legs should have been. His left eye was replaced with a red mechanical one that eyed her up and down with a calculating glint in it's computerized gaze.
"If I have to amputate any of her limbs because of YOUR dimwitted actions, she'll be useless! And I won't take the blame when Shredder comes asking questions." With this he made a motion with his one robotic hand and a team of ninjas ran forward carrying a stretcher. Hun dropped her unceramoniously onto the length of cloth with a growl in the other man's direction. As she stared at the huge mass of flesh and muscle above her, she felt a mask placed over her nose and mouth. She heard her breath...in...out...in...out...the beings around her began to fade...and the images of her mind took over her vision, causing her to re-live the nights horrors until she next awakened.
A/N: E.T.: A bus full of nuns? Where the hell did that come from?
Alix: I like cliche lines. It just kind of popped in there without notice. Yay, (Lynx) I'm so glad to see that each turtle has a fan. Of course, I already knew that, but it's cool that we have reviewers of all kinds of fandom. Boogalaga: of course we gave Leo your message. And of course the turtles exist! Don't ever think otherwise.
ET: I don't know what I'd do if they were just a figment of my imagination! –cries- (a bus full of nuns?)
Don: Then don't think about it. And about the bidding… I don't know if I want t-
ET&Alix: We almost forgot! $20 going once…. Going twice…. Sold to chibi rose angel!
Mikey: I want to be bid off!
Don: No you don't. Actually….yes you do. You can switch with me.
Alix: Now where's the fun in that?
ET: Silence! -puts Don on a leash and leads him to his owner- (A bus full of NUNS?)
