The Enemy

Reinbeuachaser: Best prepare yourself the terrible chapter is here. I know you have a problem with this dark fic. I can't say it is a favourite of mine either. If you can't finish it I won't hold it against you though, I will say there is a light at the end of the tunnel just a lot of darkness between here and there first. A gratitude for your insight.

Lenni: This story is truly one to feel bad for Mike and poor Kirra as well. Glad you decided to join me for the second and most likely last telling of this tale. A gratitude for your insight

Disclaimer: I deny any ownership of any adult or adolescent transformed shadow warrior chelonians.

Chapter One – Capture.

Kirra:

I don't recall much of my early years, though I do remember the time I was raised in Japan, I was around seven then I guess, but the time before that is nothing more then a large void.

I could tell you all about my training in Japan, the early missions father had assigned me to in my preteens, all in vivid detail. However I couldn't tell you one thing about my life before I came to Japan to be trained as a kunoichi.

My father told me, that, he had found me in a research lab on one of his many business trips and that when he saw me, he took great pity on me and decided then and there to release me from that place.

I found that a little strange, to say the least, for my father was not known for pity or compassion towards any body. Still it must have been an awful, horrible place, indeed, to elicit pity from one such as him. The fact that I recalled nothing of the place only seemed to verify how bad the lab had to be.

He took me to Japan and I remember flying on his plane as he explained to me that I was to be trained as a ninja, a kunoichi at that time I wanted to please him so, and I felt a strong desire to be a good kunoichi so that he would be pleased in saving me. I wanted to please him by doing well and giving no cause to even think of returning me to that terrible place he had spared me from.

Somehow though, I felt that, now I was a kunoichi I realized I could never really be what my father wanted me to be. That was when the whole kunoichi thing turned sour for me. By that time I had learned that my father, most likely, secretly hated and despised me. That it would take a great deal of effort on my part to earn his pleasure, all because I looked like one of his enemies.

The very same enemies that had shown him up numerous times, not just him either for they had also made a laughing stock of the previous leader Oroku Saki. Father felt that his enemies had caused him to lose much honour and status within the Foot Clan.

It was true they had.

I know my father never truly loved me. I highly doubted that he could be affectionate towards any one, so I really shouldn't feel to hurt or surprised that he rarely showed any kindness towards me.

He was a cold, hard, ruthless, cruel man. The word sadistic comes to mind. I doubted he could love or respect any one or any thing for that matter.

The most I could hope for from him was grudging praise when I did exceptionally well and harsh punishment when I put a toe out of line, but then again he was really no different with any one else who served under him. I had often seen the discipline he would hand out to others who crossed or defied him, or made a foolish mistake.

Still even with that knowledge I still felt a strong desire to please him and find favour in his eyes. Maybe because I felt, and it was true, that I owed my life to him. After all if I had stayed in the lab I would probably have died years ago. Instead I was free, had an education and had some sort of future ahead of me.

I knew what I was, every time I looked in a mirror or saw my reflection I was cruelly reminded of it.

I was an abnormal freak. A large turtle humanoid with long dark, almost black coloured, hair that fell past my knees. I usually kept it braided to keep it out of my way. My eyes were greenish grey in colour or is that greyish –green and does it really matter? I suppose not. I had high cheek bones in a round turtle face with, what I felt was a rather prominent turtle beak. I had five fingers on each hand, five toes on each foot. Light green skin and a large bulky turtle shell both carapace and plastron.

It was rather hard to deny what sort of grotesque creature I happened to be. I was a grim reminder of my father's constant failure.

My father didn't care for failure of any type, those who failed him suffered the most horrible consequences. You might fail my father once, and live to tell about it, and that was if you were lucky. I had seen it too many times, in my past, to not know what the cost of failing him was.

I didn't dare bring that hatred or anger on to me. I feared, and had often dreamed of my father starting to discipline me for some wrong only for him to forget that I was his daughter and not one of his enemies whom he loathed, so that he ended up killing me.

Yes, I admit I lived in fear and awe of him. I would not once even think of disobeying him.

I had only come to New York recently, within the last year. At first the soldiers here paid me a great deal of attention, harassing me, sneering crude innuendos my way, lying in sneak attacks and other games to catch me off guard. They soon learned that it wasn't worth it for I could handle them and their foolishness.

The Foot Soldiers learned fast that I like my father was not someone they really wanted to mess with. I could quite literally clean the floor with them if I choose and leave their corpses behind. The Foot soon learned to leave me alone and to pay me some respect.

I was at the present moment on the way to father's office. Another lesson I learned early on, was that one did not keep my father waiting when he called for you.

I knocked at his office door and entered on his command.

" Kirra" father looked up and smiled my way as I entered. His smile was not the warm, welcoming type. Instead his smile was hard and firm, like him.

" You called father" I spoke softly keeping my head down as I bowed low. I knew that I was only a lowly servant, not meant to catch and hold his eyes, therefore it was best not to meet his gaze unless he asked.

" Kirra you are aware of our enemies here?" father asked his tone short and clipped.

Ah, now I understand, this was business.

" Yes Master Sekora, I have spent my spare time here researching all that I can about them, including what we know of their personalities and fighting styles." I replied. I knew that I was not to call him father where business is concerned.

" Good then you have taken my advice to heart Kirra." He complimented me briefly. " We have learned where the turtles live. I want you to take a group of soldiers and infiltrate their home." He ordered briskly, " Capture the original four turtles. Anyone else with them you are to see to it that they are killed."

I sucked in my breath as I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye. He was tall, slender, muscular build with the dark hair and eye colouring typical to those of Asian descent. He was dressed typically all in black.

I was actually looking forward to pitting my skills against our enemies but I doubted that the ordinary Foot Clan here, would be of much use against the turtles. After all they had defeated large numbers of the Foot before.

Of course I wasn't about to mention any of the doubts I had to father. I would do the best I could on this mission ahead of me and hope for once that we could actually turn the tide against the turtles.

" Due to their training I'll be sending some of the Elite with you. They will be under your command Kirra, so it is up to you to ensure the four are brought back here alive."

I was relieved to hear that I would have the Elite on my side but I kept close control of that relief for if I let it show in any way then father would easily know of my doubts and fears. With the Elite I knew that this mission could very well succeed.

" Do not fail me Kirra."

Like, he really needed to tell me this? I'd sooner die then fail him, especially in a mission of such importance.

I bowed low again " With your permission I will go prepare for this great honour you have bestowed upon me Master Sekora."

" Granted Kirra" father replied releasing me.

I bowed to him once more before turning on my heels to leave.

What an honour it was to have the Elite at my command. With them at my side there would be no need or reason to fail at least, not if I was careful.

I had to prepare and not become too overconfident for the turtles were no ordinary fighters.

I decided to make a quick mental review of what I knew of these four turtles.

Leonardo the blue masked leader of the four, was calm controlled, poised. He was an expert swordsman and a dangerous fighter. It was well known that he cared a great deal for his family.

I knew father had special plans for him. Of course, father had special plans for all the turtles, but his hatred for Leonardo truly knew no end. I knew the leader would suffer greatly before father granted him death.

Donatello, the purple masked turtle wielding only a simple bo staff, was fully capable of doing extreme damage to the Foot. However it was not his skill with his staff that had the Foot hating him so.

No Donatello had quite a knack for anything electrical. He was most adept at hacking into our computers causing them to crash, or learning of important information either way he would leave a signature that let the Foot know the smart turtle had outwitted them, yet again.

I smirked to myself just recently we had been turning this against them being very careful to not alert them. We set traps for them to come to and we would purposely allow them to escape only to have some of our best trackers trail them.

Our trackers had to be careful and so between simple battles, traps laid and trackers slowly following them, it had taken a great deal of time but our efforts had clearly paid off.

Raphael the red masked turtle was a wild, vicious fighter. He was dangerous and highly explosive in battle when it came to protecting his family. It was said among the Foot that he was almost unstoppable and was responsible for more deaths in our clan, then all the other turtles combined. However he was also known to make mistakes when he allowed his anger to get the better of him.

I enjoyed using the sais myself and was looking forward to pitting my knowledge and skill of the sai against his.

Last of the group, though hardly the least, was the orange masked Michaelangelo he was efficient with his nunchuks using a great deal of creativity while he fought, he was agile and quick. He was often a little foolish in battle,when tensions mounted he was known to spout some joke or wise crack but he was a fool that could not be ignored simple because of his skill.

My father had once informed me that as a child I had been prone to such foolishness until I had learned proper respect and attitude towards my elders.

That was, my father had assured me, all to the good as he cared little for such shenanigans so it was just as well I had given it up.

Funny, I couldn't recall ever acting the fool for any body, nor did I see what such antics could do for the turtles, in such foolishness they could lose the battle.

After my review I honed my weapons to a sharp point and practiced before going to eat a light dinner of salad and rice with steamed vegetables.

The last few hours before the mission I meditated mentally preparing myself for what lay ahead, with that done I was ready.

Maybe with our enemies disposed of, once and for all, my father would be able to accept me better. I didn't really want his love, I knew he had none to give but he could accept me.

….

I was given ten of the Elite for the mission, all of them in the top rank, all highly skilled warriors. I also took a dozen regular Foot Soldiers to watch any possible exits for escapees or perhaps a member of the family coming home from somewhere else. The Foot Soldiers were to play guard and to pack any equipment we might need to keep our captives under control.

I felt we had more then what I needed for the true infiltration but I wasn't going turn down extra help on this mission either.

We entered the sewer close to their home and being watchful of any alarms to avoid setting them off and warning the turtles of the danger that was approaching them on silent cat like feet.

I booted in the door to their home, though the door itself was well disguised from most people who might be in the sewer, we knew exactly where it was.

A living room of sorts was set up in the pipe just a few feet from the door and the turtle called Raphael was sitting on the couch he turned to see us.

" Damn Leo we got company!" Raphael yelled as he leaped over the back of the couch in an instant, his weapons drawn trying to meet our charge by himself.

A female who also had been sitting on the couch stood up bending down to pick up a small turtle child who must have been playing on the floor hidden by the couch. The infant howled suddenly as it must of sensed the instant tension in the room.

Raphael was working full rage all ready determined to push us all back but there was too many of us, not enough of him.

One of the Elite dodged past jumping over Raphael while he was forced to deal with the crush from the rest of us, I sensed his panic as he turned his head in time to see the Elite run the child and woman through with his sword.

Leonardo and the others arrived at that moment while Raphael let out a roar, of pure anger and fury, it seemed he didn't appreciate the quick almost painless death the two had been given.

He lunged towards the soldier that had brought the two down as if determined to forget the rest of us if he could have just him.

I blocked his lunge and forced him to deal with me instead, his sais moved at a blinding pace, his face contorted into some cruel mask of hatred and anger. His intent was to kill me, I knew it but no matter what he tried with his sais he found that I could block almost every move he made.

It was as if, I knew his moves before he even had a chance to make them, it can happen like that in battle you get into synch with your opponent and you can almost pick up where he will go next. I knew my instincts were guiding me and continued to let them do so.

His anger turned to shock as my sais finally found enough of an opening to send his weapons flying from his hands well out of his reach.

I spun my sai expertly in my hand before bringing it up near his throat. " Don't even think about it" I warned, " Yukio may want you alive but he would rather you were dead then escaped to cause him trouble."

Raphael's only reply was a cold menacing sneer, which didn't look that ominous compared to the looks father often gave, and a low growl.

I responded instantaneously by knocking him out and calling for a Foot Soldier to secure him quickly.

I oversaw the job to ensure that he was stripped of his weapons and escape would be rather difficult to manage before turning to see where else I might be needed. So far I had suffered a few minor injuries in my battle with Raphael but my adrenalin was racing and I was ready for more action.

Michaelangelo was down and secured. Donatello looked like he would be that way very shortly, Leonardo, however, as was to be expected was holding his own.

I smiled as I sheathed my sai and plucked a pair of katana from the scabbards strapped to my carapace. I had a habit of keeping both weapons on me, as well as smaller weapons, and I tended to use whatever one I felt would work the best for me under the circumstances.

With so many of us working on Leonardo he soon was defeated and I called for ropes to bind his arms tight behind his back.

I then relieved him of all his weapons before further securing his arms to his sides by using handcuffs on his hands, and chains bound around his arms and sides then padlocked securely in place. He might not be totally defenceless but at the very least, he ought to be a bit more submissive.

A Foot Soldier dragged him to his feet and I saw his eyes narrow as he looked me over, as if startled to see a mutant turtle who was fighting against him, instead of with him.

I smirked a bit feeling rather amused at the short work we had made of them. Two of the Elite had been killed and one of the Foot had managed to get killed in the fray.

Other then that we had done a great job. Now it was just to ensure the rest of the orders were followed through I asked the Elite and some of the soldiers to search the home and take care of things. While I and three of the Elite kept watch over our captives in the living room. I felt it wasn't necessary to drag them along and make them watch any deaths that might have to be performed.

After the others had taken off to follow my orders I heard a small voice call timidly " Dad?"

I saw Leonardo's head jerk up at the voice and I whirled around to see a boy holding a bo staff and coming toward me a dark look etched on his face.

I grabbed the end of the staff firmly, dropping down using the boy's momentum and the bo staff as leverage to pick him up and send him flying hard to the ground.

" Little dragon has some fire does he?" I couldn't help mocking him " Don't worry Ryu your spark will soon go out."

He looked like a much younger version of Leonardo except for the fact he had five finger and toes like myself. He was about four foot eight in height. I grinned such a pity the boy hadn't inherited his father's common sense.

" Aiden?"

" Kali get back. Get out of here" the boy yelled in sudden panic.

The girl spun about to take off but one of the Elite caught her twisting her arm and forcing her forward.

Another Elite one obviously of Asian descent came up from another passage " A female and a group of children are being dispatched in a playground area that way" he informed me his accent noticeable.

I nodded briefly as I looked at the female turtle child. She had deep blue eyes three fingers and five toes a very human nose and mouth set in a turtle face, her skin was even lighter green then mine. She had long eyelashes and curly shoulder length blond hair. She was only four foot in height at the most.

I could smell the blood and feel the fear slowly drop to an almost steady calm though the four male turtles bowed their heads, as the fear became an unearthly stillness, which told all of us that they were all dead.

Another Elite and Foot soldier emerged from another passage off to the left this time they were dragging a woman, who looked like she had been resting for her eyes had a sleepy look to them.

She had blonde curly hair and green eyes and was clearly pregnant, at least if that slight bulge in her belly wasn't just fat, which I highly doubted.

As I eyed her I had the funny feeling that I somehow knew her name and how much she also meant to Leonardo. This was his wife, or as close to it as they could get I supposed and it seemed these two were their children with one on the way.

How perfect! I thought. Course she would probably never have that child for I did have my orders.

I knew her name was Karena. I was a hundred percent certain of that fact though why I felt so sure when it was by no means in the Foot's Clan information about the turtles, I just couldn't explain.

The Foot were aware some humans were linked to the turtles but that was about as far as it went.

As I stood there staring at Karena the Asian Elite, who I happened to know was called Kuma for we had sparred on occasion, raised his blooded sword to dispatch the woman.

Leonardo yelled, the boy struggled and was hit hard by another of the Elite soldiers.

I moved fast, my own katana out as I blocked Kuma's killing blow I stared hard into his eyes, the only thing that showed through his face mask, most Elite didn't cover their faces but Kuma did due to his face being disfigured or so he said.

" Hold don't do it," I hissed.

" Master Sekora bid all but these four" with that Kuma gestured to the males " be killed."

" I am quite aware of our Master's orders but I think I know better what will please him. Leave her and the children, we will take them prisoner as well." I decided then and there.

" Our orders" Kuma began.

I glowered at him, the problem with even the Elite was they tended to follow orders to the letter never considering the options.

" I Kirra am the leader of this mission and I am the daughter of Master Sekora and heir to the leadership of the Foot Clan here in New York" I reminded Kuma, " Therefore you will obey me in this matter for I am sure Master Sekora may find them useful." I smiled a bit " If I am wrong in my assumption I will take full responsibility but you will do as you are ordered too."

He bowed low accepting my words " As you wish Kirra."

Pleased that I had put him in his place. I turned to our captives, I knew if I was wrong father would make me suffer for disobeying his orders but it was some thing I was willing to risk.

I ensured all of them were ready for travel as I moved near Raphael he spat at me. I wiped the offending warm glob off my face, then back handed him hard enough to jerk his head back on his neck.

" You will lose far more then your lives by the time we are done with all of you" I warned them as we moved out to head back, leaving the dead where they had fallen.

TBC