A/N: WEEEEEEEEee It's E.T. again! I'm so psyched! Sorry, last night was opening night for cabaret and I was follow spot (sorry, I'm not actually acting in the play). And we kicked some serious shell! HE HE! AAANYway, back to the loveliness of TMNT. I saw the episode where Mikey is transported to that one dimension and I LOVED IT! I shall keep that episode in my bosom for all eternity! (Sorry, I just had about 6 packs of PEZ and am just a taaaaaaaaad hyper)
Raph: Just a tad
E.T.: On a sad note, my TMNT watch is all broken now, so that makes me really sad.
Don: I can fix it for you... though it will be kinda creepy fixing something while I'm staring at myself.
E.T: Anyway, I'm gonna write the story now, so that I don't get too caught up in my one day off, or forget it in my reverie of the new episode on Fox kids! (It's still fox kids, not some weird thing like "4 Kids TV". That's Pokemon, thank you very much.)
Chapter 13: Deceit of a Death
Anguissolah was still holding on to this strange menace, feeling the pain surge through her body like one thousand daggers piercing her skin, pulling her soul through the holes. She couldn't really see around her, all she was centering on was this...thing she was clinging to. She could see his blue hair... his sunglasses...his sword... she had to let go, or she would be killed. The pain was too much... her touch beforehand had never brought this much agony. She couldn't hold on anymore.
Master Splinter jumped as he heard a blood curdling scream wrench itself from Anguissolah's throat. He had to act fast. He could not let the closest thing he had to a daughter be hurt because he did nothing.
"Hurry, my sons! You must advance your plan so that we may get Anguissolah to safety."
He leaped forward, kicking the other two strangers out of the way before landing in front of the struggling pain. For one of the few times in his life, Master Splinter was at a loss. If he tried to pull Anguissolah off of the stranger, he could be electrocuted as well, and he would be no good to her then. But he couldn't just stand there... wait! He remembered something Donatello had informed him about after reading a book on electricity. He looked at his walking stick. Wood could not conduct the waves efficiently! Without wasting anymore thought, he jumped up, and with one deft movement levered Anguissolah's body away from the man, and so the electric current.
The stranger's body, once separated from the conductor, fell to the floor, with not even a twitch. Angy landed on her back, letting out another yell, clenching her fists. She could feel the pain in her chest again, throbbing once more. She wanted to sit up, to see if her plan had worked... she hadn't seen the future, so she didn't think she would pass out. She just hoped that the guys were ok. Her strength had a limit, and she had just reached it.
She was aware there was someone beside her, propping her up. She looked at whoever it was and discovered Master Splinter smiling down at her "Do not worry, Anguissolah, you will be fine."
She smiled up at him. She could feel the familiar sensation of unconsciousness creeping over her, ridding her of the assumption that she would stay awake to see how things turned out. She closed her eyes, letting the blackness edging at her vision fill her mind's eye. "I believe you...Master Splinter. Thank you."
Donny leapt out of the back of the Battle Shell, dusting off his hands before motioning to Mikey to load the other two strangers inside. He had installed the clip from Angy's wrist into the mechanical working. Now all they had to do was take the gas guzzler down to some remote area on the outskirts of New York. He had taken out all the tracking equipment and made sure there was nothing that could lead back to the Lair. He sighed. Poor Battle Shell. He had a feeling this would happen a lot more in the future.
He looked over to where Angy was propped up against Master Splinter. The poor girl had passed out again. He could see Raphael aiming the gun at the foot with the strange black markings on it. They had to symbolize some kind of computer chip that was embedded in her foot. They'd have to remove it later, but for now they'd just have to bring it out of commission. He felt a gentle tap on his shoulder, and he turned to see Leo standing there.
"They're all inside. Now what?"
Donny peered past him and into the back of the Battle Shell. They were stacked nicely. Typical Leo, had to be something close to feng shui.
"Now you, Mikey, and Master Splinter take Angy down into the Lair." He looked over to his bellicose brother, who was approaching with his newly made motorcycle. "Oh, wait!" Don yelled, running up to Angy with a pair of scissors. "I'm going to need some of her hair."
They all stared at him, Mikey raising an eyebrow."That's the creepiest thing I've ever heard you say. What, do you need the hair of our damsel in distress so that you don't die in battle? Or are you just a stalker?"
"You'll see," smiled a sly Donatello. "Anyways, Raph and I will take the Battle Shell away from here."
"Wow Donny! This is amazing! It's even better then my old Shell Cycle!" Raph's face was as bright as a light bulb as he pulled his helmet on, walking his bike to the entrance. "And all in faith that I'd be coming back, huh?"
"Well, yea." Donny said, rolling his eyes dramatically. "We couldn't get rid of you if we tied you up and threw you off of the Empire State Building, let alone a ten story business facility."
Raphael laughed as Don hopped into the front seat of the Battle Shell. As Leo opened the front garage entrance, first a red and then a green streak tore out, racing down the once quiet street. Leo shook his head as he closed and locked the warehouse's entrance.
"Who knew Donny was a speed demon?"
"Not me, that's for sure." Mikey said, picking up Angy as carefully as he could. As the elevator rose up in front of the three mutants, Mikey felt Angy stir slightly, almost as if in a deep sleep. He smiled as they stepped into the elevator that brought them down to sewer sweet sewer.
Raphael followed Don's rapid turns and acceleration to the letter, never truly realizing until now how frightening a driver his brother truly was. He smiled genuinely under his helmet, laughing at the image of Don behind the wheel acting as crazy as Mikey on his new hover board.
At the speed they were racing, they soon arrived at their destination. Raphael saw his brother stop and park in a shack near the docks, not far away from the Foot base they had escaped from hours earlier. Donatello jumped out of the Battle Shell as quickly as possible and motioned for his brother to follow. Hiding his bike in a small area near the shack, Raphael slunk back along the shadows, sidling up next to his brother.
"Ok, so what's the plan?"
"Making this up as I go. Help me get these guys out of our car," added the purple sash turtle, already carrying one on his shoulders. He placed the heavy man up against the shack, in such a way as to appear that the enemy was meditating, sword out.
"This'll make the Foot think he's waiting for a fight." With a grin, Raphael realized Don's intentions and quickly did the same with the other two unconscious strangers, grunting under the weight of both of them.
Donny gazed at the scene before him, and then turned to his brother with a mischievous grin. "Now, we need to set up a bomb in the shack."
Raph took a step back, his hands in the air. "Don't you mean you need to set up a bomb?"
"Right. Well, then you get the honor of watching our good friends over there," replied Donatello, immediately jumping into the van's trunk. Raph mock groaned, but stayed where he was, with an eye on the three strangers, looking both ways before muttering to them under his breath. "So, how about them Yankees?"
Don laughed at his brother's antics, but didn't pause to make a remark about his brother's strange habits. There was no time to waste. In no time he connected the needed wires and set the remote trigger.
Then, systematically, Don headed towards the metal bracelet. Using his technical mojo, the turtle hooked up the satellite, conveniently installed in the Battle Shell. Flipping some switches quickly enhanced the signal of the bracelet. In a matter of time, the Foot would appear and assume the strangers were guarding this shack because Angy was inside.
Lastly, Don placed Angy's hair, the coup de grate, around the shack. He had to make certain some of the hair would not be incinerated in the blast of his bomb.
Raphael's voice sounded from the front of the shack, naggingly. "Hey Donny!"
"Busy," called out the turtle considering exactly where to place the hair. Leo must be rubbing off on him.
"The Foot ninjas are on the rooftops!"
"…that was fast." Don quickly dispersed the hair across the shack, hoping most of it would survive, and then ran outside to meet with his brother. They, being the superb teenage ninjas that they were, hid amidst the shadows.
"Now what?" Raph whispered as the ninjas began to flock on top of the rooftops, twirling his tsais.
"We need to wake those guys up somehow…" Don trailed off when suddenly Raph threw rocks at the three men. "Phst. Not like that."
"Well, it worked."
They both watched intently as the strangers stirred slowly, the Foot dropping down to greet them. Before Raphael or Donatello could blink, the leader lashed out without warning at the nearest Foot soldier, and they all began to fight in a never-ending dance. The black wave broke over the three strangers, but they held their own, slashing with bright swords, clearing each soldier that came close enough to the blade. Soon the blackness obscured their vision of the three.
Suddenly, the wave receded, a path clearing to the panting creatures in the center. All was still, the strangers unsure of what was going on, while the Foot waited. After letting the unease build for a moment or two, Hun appeared to reclaim the experiment.
"Where is it? In the shack?" He growled to the leader of the three. To the turtles' good fortune, the stranger refused to speak and spat at Hun's feet. With a loud cry of anger he attacked with his sword out, aiming for the self-proclaimed army of a man.
"Now?" whispered Raphael, holding his trigger-happy thumb on the button.
"Now."
Angy opened her eyes to the interior of a strange new room. In alarm at the different decorations, she tried to sit up, but stopped when she felt a sharp twinge in her chest. Her breath caught in her throat as she eased herself up against a pillow, sitting up so that she could better see the room.
It was ultimately the most girly room she would ever think to see. Her bed spread was a bright pink and decorated with little dolls, the sheets a matching pink with brushes and combs, lipstick, everything you would find in a hairdressers work bag. Her pajamas were purple with little yellow smiley faces all over it. At the other end, facing her with a huge smile and innocent button eyes, was a huge brown teddy bear with a large purple bow in its hair.
The ceiling was covered in glow in the dark planets, the five pointed stars glowing, the sun dully illuminating the room with its artificial light. In the right hand corner of the room sat a lava lamp atop a small white bookshelf, filled with different genres and titles, standing next to a dark purple bean bag. In the middle of the back wall was another book shelf, but instead of novels or comic books, it held little glass figurines and china dolls, the look being completed by a few old tea cups. Right next to the shelf, past the bulk of the teddy bear, she could see the tips of a TV poking out, with a few DVDs on the top. Upon closer inspection with her eyes, she read a few of the titles; Freaky Friday? Maid in Manhattan? The Notebook? Sleep Over? She grimaced, remembering seeing adds for those movies on TV and not liking the sound of most of them.
Looking to her right, she saw a brown bureau against the far wall, intricately designed with Barbie stickers. The sparkly purple cord to a pink faux fur phone traveled down the side, disappearing behind a lone chair at the corner closest to the door, where three pairs of gloves, black, white, and silver, lay quietly.
Angy didn't know whether to scream in horror or laugh in amusement. There's no way that this could be-
"Hey, you're awake!"
Angy turned slowly to see Donny beaming at her for a quick second before dashing out, toward the light of the Lair.
"Guys! She's awake! She's finally up!"
No way, was this honestly her-
"Hey, sleepy head!" Mikey poked his head in, but was soon pushed inside by the rush of the rest of his brothers to crowd into the room. Angy stifled a giggle as they picked themselves up, looking heartily embarrassed. Suddenly light flooded the room as a familiar face appeared, white teeth grinning.
"Hey, kid. I heard you had quite a few weeks, eh?"
"CASEY!" Angy almost jumped out of the bed. He walked over and gave her a gentle hug, smiling down at her happiness. He stepped back and saw her looking around the room again. He covered his mouth to keep from laughing. Angy looked to the anxious turtles standing at the door way.
"So...where am I right now, anyway?"
Mikey's eyes shone with pleasure. "It's your room, of course. Casey said it would make you smile. Do you like it?"
She paused, looking over at Casey with a suspicious eye. "Casey, did you really have something to do with this?"
Casey couldn't help it anymore, he started laughing. Soon Angy joined him, leaning back against the pillow. It soon spread to the rest of the group, lifting up to the rafters. Angy closed her eyes and listened to her friends all around her. It was good to be home.
Before the others could stop him, Mikey leapt forward, catching hold of Angy's arm and pulling her to her feet, hugging her with the happiness of a brother who's finally found his sister.
Uroku Saki paced back and forth, awaiting Hun's report. Anger welled up inside of him, considering how his plans were falling apart. Why couldn't he have the perfect lackeys, the ones who never failed? He stopped as the door opened, with Hun slinking in before it closed. The anger in Saki grew even more. He did not like the look on his servant's face one bit. Hun went down on one knee, staring intently at the floor.
"Sir, #996… it's been destroyed," Hun hesitantly choked out of his throat, afraid to admit failure again. He raised his colossal hand, revealing strands of hair, along with a metal bracelet. Maybe he could still get out of this, if Stockman took the rap. His master already hated the man, might as well get him in trouble instead of himself. "Stockman made the experiment too fragile."
"Stockman," Saki spat out. "He has failed me for the LAST time." Hun let out an internal sigh of relief.
"… and so have you." The fear came back 10 times stronger then before. "B-but master…"
"Out of my sight!" As his faithful servant did so, running out the huge doors, Saki smashed his fist into the nearby desk. Even if he managed to create another, the experiment would not have the same side effects. It would not have power to see the future. The project was pointless now.
Wasted money. Wasted time.
Angy could barely walk through the familiar working of her now official home. Her attempts at suppressing a full out grin failed miserably, not that she was complaining.
After noticing the missing lock in the middle of her hair, Angy demanded the turtles to fix it. Laughing among themselves, they were afraid of touching it. A quick game of rock paper scissors chose Mikey as the barber (oh the horror!). Angy nearly decided to leave her hair a mess when she saw him twirling the scissors, with an evil grin on his face. Raphael finally managed to convince her that Mikey wouldn't take advantage of the situation, reassuring her that if Mikey gave her a bad haircut, they'd give him an even worse pummeling. The event went off without a hitch.
"Well now that you're all prepped and pretty," Mikey joked, putting the scissors back in the kitchen drawer. "We're overdue for our movie marathon! Sick or not, you are watching my marathon."
Angy moaned, taking a step back. "Mikey, I already let you cut my hair! Don't you think that's enough torture for one day?"
"Don't worry Angy," Raphael laughed as the other two turtles nodded to his next comment, "We won't make you suffer alone."
"Awesome!" Mikey pumped his fists in the air. "An all out watching spree!"
Before the girl knew it, she was sitting in between Raph and Mikey (Leo and Don were on the outside of the couch), with Casey on the floor, clutching the popcorn. Master Splinter sat in his armchair, looking pleased that his family was finally all together.
"Nothing but the Matrix, Lord of the Rings, and nonstop gore awaiting!" called out Mikey as he clicked 'play.'
For once, Angy was truly happy. This was perfect. Who cared if her powers would grow in strength? When that happened, her family would find a way. And besides, all that mattered now was her immediate happiness. So how was she going to survive 17 hours of movies? She grinned as she watched Gandalf and Frodo laugh on the screen, good friends reuniting again, snuggling deeper into the safe warmth of her friends...brothers...
She'd find a way.
A/N: Oh, and no offense to anyone who likes the movies mentioned above, they're just chick flicks, so we thought we'd use 'em.
Alix: Yay, we finished the story! My first complete one, hehe. Tell my if you guys want an epilogue for this, because in many ways, things are still left undone. At least I think. Anyway, thanks faithful reviewers, we dedicate this whole story to you all!
E.T: Well everyone, looks like that's about a rap. I hope that you all enjoyed our little fanfic and I hope that I can write some more. (Just as soon as I get good ideas and not really gross ones that my friends keep telling me). Thank you all for reading our story and reviewing, and long live the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Master Splinter. Farewell and Good Night!
