1A/N: Alrighty then everyone, it's E.T. this time! Once again, a thousand apologies for not updating for awhile, but now we'll update one right after the other so that you get more TMNT fiction! I totally didn't mention this before, but -glomps Alix- THANK YOU SO MUCH! For Christmas (yea I know, way back when) she painted a box a beautiful shade of green, put all my favorite TMNT quotes inside and out, and a picture of Raphael posing with his Tsais on top of the Empire State Building! It's SO FREAKING AWESOME!
Don: It truly is a work of art, using PHI in the configuration of Raphael's face and his shell-
Mikey: Do you make sense?
Leo: I'm lost too.
ET: I'm not!
Alix: Also, Kudos to Cartoon Network for finally getting the Battle Nexus underway! (Raphael would NEVER lose to Mikey, for future reference; the creators had a flaw in their thinking and accidentally switched their names in the script for that sequence)
ET: And Don would so not get beaten in the first match, he'd kick that stupid stick persons butt easy.
Mikey: That's right, BATTLE NEXUS CHAMPION! I'm UN-BELIEV-ABLE. –Leo stops Raph from hitting Mikey to hit the orange turtle himself- Et tu Leo?!
ET: GUYS! We need him intact for the rest of the story. Dismemberment is only allowed by cause of crazy fan girls.
Raph: -unlocks a cage of ravenous fan girls and they dash toward Mikey-
Mikey: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH -runs for his life-
Chapter 8: Just Like Raph…
The Shell Sub slowly swam below the docks that led into the vast ocean next to New York. Four beings inside searched for what on their radar was a mere dot blinking up at them. Mikey leaned forward in the chair that he was strapped into, squinting his eyes to make sure there wasn't some camouflaged fortress or dock or something out here in the middle of Davy Jones Locker. He leaned back and sighed, turning to his brothers and sensei.
"I don't see anything."
"That's because we've been out here all of five minutes." Donatello fiddled with some knobs, totally engrossed in his beloved creation. "It should be right ahead here, another 20 yards or so."
Suddenly Mikey felt his humor returning to him, and gasped in the best star trek impersonation, "Warp Sector-9-monseiur…take-us…out-of-orbit!"
After a quick stare, the rest of the group ignored him, obviously not understanding the reference or caring for that matter. "They're really far out here, aren't they?" Leo stared intently out of the front of the sub. "No wonder nobody picked up any transmissions or anything. Makes the Foot harder to find."
"And so much less cautious, leaving them vulnerable to an attack." Master Splinter said from his meditating position in the back of the sub. He opened his eyes a fraction of an inch. "We must strike hard and fade away. Without a trace."
His sons nodded in agreement. This would definitely be an interesting ordeal. They never really broke into any kind of Foot Headquarters before. They defeated the Shredder once; they'd just have to do it again.
Suddenly a huge floating fortress came into view. Donny gasped and nearly forgot to put the sub into stealth mode, pushing the button at the very last moment. Even Mikey, the least techno savvy of the bunch, had to admit the magnificence and genius of said structure. The color of silky silver joined almost perfectly with the tides around it, windows on the top part, looking up to the waning moon piercing through the depths of the ocean. Tunnels led from the fortress towards the piers and bridge nearby, obviously used to get in and out. A loading dock was stationed at the middle of the camouflaged bastion; their ticket in.
Donatello quickly loaded the Foot identification code he received from April. She had swiped it off of the Foot headquarters vehicle list, and if they played it cool, it would get them into the fortress and hopefully to Angy.
They all just hoped they weren't too late to save her from... whatever she'd have to face.
Angy lay in her cell, listening to every sound around her. Her hearing felt like it had become ten times more acute, picking up ever creak, every drop of water, every footstep from ten floors up.
Where were the brothers? They said they'd come to help her, but Hun could come by at any minute. She hadn't heard anything from him since the incident with that weird memory machine, which had been about two hours again. What if they wanted to interrogate her to figure out why it had happened? What if they thought she'd had outside help, and would torture her into telling them? Oh, why didn't they hurry?
The girl pulled at her hair to inflict pain so that she wouldn't think so much. Though, it didn't really work, and only left a headache. Opening one eye, she looked out the bars to see if anyone was watching her absurd behavior. Suddenly she thought of the turtles and their reactions…the embarrassment was too high and she started pulling harder. Though, if she really wanted to inflict pain on herself, then Angy could merely poke at her ribs, which was still a painful area despite Stockman's "treatments." Well, at least she wasn't biting her nails.
That's when she heard it. Footsteps, several of them, walking toward her. Her body went rigid; it was them. Hun had finally come to question her. She attempted to burrow farther into her bed. She didn't want to leave...she had to wait for them...
"Turtle Search and Rescue Squad, here for a Miss Ann-Gwee-Solah. Excuse me Miss, but have you seen anyone by that name around here?"
Angy jumped up at the sound of Mikey's voice and ran to the bars. Sure enough, there they were. But her relief was quickly smothered with panic.
"What are you doing walking down the prison isle?! Don't you know there are guards waiting...for... you?" Angy looked up and down the isle, surprised to find none of the selected guards in sight. She lifted an eyebrow and looked at Mikey's grin, putting a little accusation in her voice. "What did you do now?"
"Let me introduce you to our very own secret weapon! DoooooooooooooooooNATELLO! Take a bow, Don." Mikey patted Don on the back, who blushed in his own turtle like way.
"Ah...cut that out." He turned back to Angy, whose confused expression was priceless. "I just used a device to imitate Hun's voice and call all Foot ninja to the control room." He shrugged under Angy's approving gaze. "It was really nothing big."
"And they'll be back soon, which means we need to go. Step back, Angy." Leo stepped ahead of his brothers and made two quick slashes, the bars of the prison falling out of place and clanging to the floor. Angy stepped out, taking a small breath, wondering if this wasn't some taunting dream, waving imprisonment in her face.
She looked at the metal clip that was on her wrist. Dare she ask Donny to remove it for her? She didn't want to feel the same pain she had for the last week. But… what if Don was electrocuted when he touched the wristband? Maybe it was best to keep it on... but a small voice inside of her whispered a protest. What about the thrill of running over the buildings? Of jumping over the ledges, enjoying the fresh air, just like on that motorcycle ride? Do you really want to give that up?
"Angy?"
Her head jerked back up to find them all waiting for her. She flashed them a smile and ran toward them, hoping they hadn't seen her thoughts projected on her face. They hurried out past the cold dank cells to either side, and as they reached the end of the hallway, the heard a siren scream all around them, nearly causing them to jump out of their shells.
"I'm gonna go out on a limb, but I think they've figured out we're here." Leonardo gritted his teeth at this new obstacle.
"Gee, that's a far out idea Leo," Mikey retorted, rolling his eyes.
"We must hurry before our exit is made unavailable to us." Master Splinter cut in before Leo could retort. "The Shredder will not be pleased to learn that we are here."
They hurried up the next flight of stairs, keeping to the shadows, until they found an air vent, kicking it in and quickly following it. Unbeknownst to the turtles, Angy was having troubles running. Her ribs burned with a lingering pain. That was odd; they seemed fine a little earlier (at least when she walked).
"Hey Angy?" Don's voice sounded hesitant.
"Hmm?" She panted as calmly as possible, afraid of him asking about her limp.
"You...crashed on that motorcycle, right?"
"Yea..." Just what she feared.
"So..." A pause. "How come you look like nothing happened? I mean, a crash like that would have left you really scraped up, if still alive, but you look barely touched."
Exhaling a slight breath of relief, "Oh... that's...Stockman's work," she responded. Angy quickly shut off the images of that huge syringe, the searing pain... "He used some kind of medicine to heal me really quickly. I'm not sure what it was, though."
Silence followed her statement as Donatello contemplated this and looked at the health of the girl.
Leaving the air duct, then stepped out onto a long narrow bridge that reached to the next set of stairs. Looking down, Angy saw the loading dock; about 10 stories down. She shivered as she followed her rescue squad. She just hoped she didn't fall, because that would be one serious headache. As they began to cross, Mikey grinned back at her, and then closed his eyes.
"The way of balance, and the way of invisibility," he said in his Master Splinter voice. His brothers and sensei glanced back and smiled when they heard Angy giggle. Trust Mikey to make a joke out of a serious situation.
"I fail to see what's so funny." A deep voice said behind her.
Angy froze. Oh no, please no. Not now. She slowly turned around.
There, at the other end of the long bridge, stood Hun, arms crossed, face angry, eyes on fire.
"I don't believe I gave you permission to move; let alone leave your cell." Angy began to shake, taking a step backwards, away from those burning eyes. The throb in her side became more apparent. She was in for it.
Mikey stepped in front of her, twirling his nunchucks.
"Don't you guys ever stay down?"
Hun flashed a grin at Angy before turning to the others. "Not while there are still turtles to tear up. I imagine you've heard of the unfortunate event that killed your little friend." Angy glanced at Leo and saw his katanas out, itching for blood to be spilt on them.
"So you're the one who threw Raph!" Don's voice rang accusingly loud as it echoed in all of their ears. Hun took a mock bow before crossing his arms. It was apparent to everyone now; Leo was barely containing his anger…any moment now he'd attack with merciless fury.
"Guilty as charged." He made a movement with his hand like a summon from Poseidon; a wave of black clad ninjas appeared, surrounding the bridge. Hun looked right at Angy and saluted to her, his fiery eyes now lit with the flame of sinful joy.
"I have to thank you once again, #996."
Confused, Angy took another step back. With an honest response of innocence, she squeaked, "What are you thanking me for?"
"You've brought the turtles and the rat right to us. By the end of tonight, your first task will be complete, and you'll be ready for behavior modification."
Angy's eyes widened as his words pierced her heart. He was right. She had led the rest of her friends to their demise as well. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have allowed them to come to her, right in the middle of their enemies' stronghold? She had to get them out. She didn't want to lose the rest of them, but how could she help? She took another step back as she saw Hun start to advance on them all. The others all took fighting stances, facing different directions. The turtles forced their gaze from her, trying not to make her feel guiltier. Angy glared down at her hands. What could she do-?
The clip.
She had to get it off. She could help them with those weird abilities of hers. Frantically she began clawing at her wrist. She had to help, she had to save them. She couldn't let them die just like Raph...just like Raph... She looked up and saw Hun still advancing. She had to get away so she could take this off. She took another step back, still tugging at that damned clip.
But her foot only met air.
Too late. Angy tried to regain her balance, but her inertia had already carried her over the edge and she was falling. She could see the turtles faces as the gaped down at her. She thought how familiar this seemed... just like Raph. She closed her eyes, thinking that it would be better this way, she wouldn't help the Foot anymore… Don't let him hear you scream…
...and maybe the turtles would escape, without her to worry about now. Yes, this was for the best... She resigned herself for the impact, waiting...
But instead of hitting hard iron or water, she fell into something a lot softer, more comfortable, and...it grunted? She opened her eyes and gasped.
"Hey there kid." Raphael's face beamed down at her silent teary face. "Fancy meeting you here. Did ya miss me?"
A/N: Yes, yes, you all predicted it. Raphael is still alive! But how? And what about Angy's visions? And what will happen to our heroes? Will Hun finally rid the world of the sewer dwellers? Find out in the next exciting episode...of.... DRAGON BALL Z!
Alix: -coughs and whispers- ET... wrong show.
ET: Oh...woops....
Alix: One more thing! Above it states "They had never really broken into any kind of Foot Headquarters before." Yes, yes, we know they do in the show… so don't go calling us on it! If you look at the previous chapters, you'll see that Stockman is still in his wheel chair and not a brain or anything like that. So, we intentionally put it during the series…before the turtles attack the giant Foot edifice. K?
Don: But didn't I make the sub after we attacked?
ET: Oops… Uh, Don, you made a pre-one that wasn't as good, right? Riiiiight? –nudge, pinch, nudge-
Don: Uuuum….
