A/N: Yes, another chapter by me, Alix. Yay! And I'm typing this without ET's pestering and reminders.
Mikey: Quick! Someone toss her a cookie as reward.
Alix: Cookie, cookie, cookie!
Chapter 12: Powers at Work
Angy suddenly felt giddy with excitement. If her plan worked, it would solve her problem, at least for the moment. She caressed the shiny metal on her wrist, as she waited for a moment to sneak away. The turtles were unwittingly an excellent distraction. However, the girl was afraid that they would see her leave. What if they thought she was running away or ditching them?
Inhaling deeply, she thought, "It's a chance I'm willing to take." As the girl drifted backwards as unnoticeably as possible, two more strangers clad in the same attire as the first, appeared. Thrusting out their blades, they joined the fight.
Dust flew everywhere. The fight was turning ugly. Raphael lashed out, his hours upon weeks upon years of training had honed his and his brothers' skills to near perfection, but these three weirdoes were definitely giving them a run for their money. Even Master Splinter had joined the fray, catapulting into the nearest stranger with the full force of an enraged rat. Their combined efforts were holding them off, but after being knocked down, the strangers just got back up.
This was going to take awhile.
Seeing her opportunity of escape, the girl ran behind the Battle Shell. Alongside the parked vehicle lay a plethora of tools and gadgets. A smile crept up her face. One of them must be able to get her bracelet off… and then some.
A wrench. A hammer. A crowbar. A screwdriver. Nails, screws. Power tools. Kneeling on the floor, Angy paused nervously. She did not know how to use any of them. Panicked she sat, contemplating her next move. An earsplitting crash came from behind the car. She looked underneath to see Mikey on top of Donatello, both of them scrambling to get back up and join the dangerous dance of the other fighters. The girl had to hurry. Those five warriors helped her in an infinite number of ways, and she had to return the favor.
Grabbing the nearest… thing… (a crowbar), Angy placed one side underneath the metal restraint, and pushed as hard as she could, but stopped short after the pain in her wrist began to swell. Desperate, she clutched the screwdriver. Banging it onto a seam in the metal created a small dent but not one worth celebrating. The girl reached for the next item, the hammer, but also failed to wrench it off.
This wasn't working. She could see the small abrasions on her wrist.
But she had to get it off to make the rest of her plan work. Maybe there was something in the Battle Shell? The girl silently glided over to its side door and gently applied pressure. The door flew open to her unwanted surprise, and she, frightened, jumped into the van. The last thing she wanted was attention from the three intruders.
The pain in her chest was acting up again, the pounding once forgotten in her excitement building exponentially. It pinched at her sides, as she plopped to the ground. Clenching her teeth, Angy twisted her head towards the steering wheel. Suddenly the girl had an idea, remembering the many times Casey visited during her stay in TMNT headquarters. Casey taught her the art of grand theft auto. Her smile returned, when she thought of the wiring next to the ignition.
After slowly dragging herself towards it, Angy pulled and broke a piece of red wiring. Without concern of personal safety, she placed both ends into the dent of her metal bracelet. Several sparks flared up, as well as some tingling throughout her body.
After several seconds, it popped off.
She observed it carefully, hoping that the electricity hadn't fried the circuitry too bad.
Slowly, Angy could feel strength returning to her. Her ribs still ached, but now felt distant, as though her body was forcing it out of mind. Gazing at her hands, she felt them...come to life. She almost laughed as the blood in her veins began to fill with adrenaline, her eyes could make out so many details. She quietly turned and like a soft wind, blew out of the truck, taking the metal band with her.
Somersaulting from the frame of the car door to the truck's roof, Angy's heart pumped harder with excitement. She really did have powers that actually worked. The fight below continued to rage as before, with flying weapons among other things. Searching carefully for the first stranger encountered, she found a wound up rope with a hangman's knot at her side. Perfect.
Her fear melted as she stood tall, spinning the rope with a nonchalant air. She thrust it upwards, the noose wrapping around a fan on the ceiling. With a single bound she jumped off, swinging towards the enemy. With calculated precision, she let go, landing behind him.
Almost instantly she thrust the metal bracelet onto the stranger's arm. It snapped abruptly as he twisted around to face Angy. Before he could strike her, she flipped over his head and held onto his neck, the only part of his body not covered in cloth.
"Let's see what's in your future!" She screamed as the pain shook her body violently. As she expected, the metal bracelet was reacting to the stranger's body (since Stockman must have designed it only for Angy). An electric shock surged through him, trying to reach Angy and use the man as a medium.
He writhed in shock, being torn between the electricity and growing strength of Angy's powers. The stranger was right: her powers were much stronger than before. Instead of only harming Angy with dizzying visions, now her hands began to transfer her pain to the man.
Meanwhile, the ongoing fight abruptly stopped. The turtles, Master Splinter, and the two other enemies were watching intently at the spectacle to be seen. Angy was glowing bright red, her eyes burned with a fiery crimson. However, what scared the turtles most was her screams of pain.
Raphael knew this could not be good for her. If only several days ago she fainted from a mere grazing touch, then what effects would clutching another person for dear life have? Thinking of the consequences made butterflies fly in his stomach.
She might die.
"We gotta get her outta here!" Raphael yelled to his brothers nervously. The others nodded, obviously thinking the same thoughts as he was. "Donny!"
"I can't think of everything," he sighed with exasperation. "It's not as though I can pry her off of him, or make a huge distraction like… luring the Foot here to make these guys, the Foot's worst enemy, fight them and forget about us so we can escape."
"That's genius!" Mikey laughed, patting the turtle on the back.
"Do you only hear every other word?" The purple turtle looked around to see his brothers and sensei intently gazing at him with begging eyes. He sighed loudly, "I'll think of something."
"Well?"
"I'm thinking!"
To Angy's surprise, she did not see anything. No futuristic visions, nothing. She could sense the man was weakening, but that was from the electricity, not her. Her body was trying to suck the future out of this guy, but there was nothing to take.
He… wasn't human.
Her instincts were screaming it at her. She was not clutching skin. Well, she was, but there was not a soul thriving within it. This was not a person.
"Think of something yet?"
"Not yeno wait! Yes!" He smiled, running towards the Battle Shell with his brothers following suit. "Master Splinter, stay there with Angy. The bracelet and then the barcode on her foot. I could broadcast a signal from the van, attracting Stockman's trackers. Since Angy was smart enough to put the band onto the guy, the Foot will track down him. We can make a quick escape as the Foot heads here."
"What about the barcode?" Leo added.
"E.M.P.! I was tampering with a gun that creates an electromagnetic pulse but controlled, and if I aim it at her foot, maybe it'll stop whatever kind of electric tracking device is attached to her." He tossed the gun over to Raphael.
He cocked the gun, with a wickedly cool grin. "Bring it on."
"You've always wanted to say that haven't you?"
A/N: Ok, note to the peanut gallery: I know there are probably tons of inaccuracies in Don's plan, since I wrote it and I'm not exactly as smart the turtle.
Mikey: You got that right.
Alix: Quiet, you. Anyway, the info about the barcode was really interesting but it's kind of too late to change it now to make it more accurate. Our bad. So yeah. Next chapter is going to be written by ET, so you can be sure it'll be her top priority and thus posted quickly.
ET: If I ever get out of Cabaret rehearsal…
