The Enemy

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Chapter Thirteen - On Target

Kirra:

I had been hard pressed to obey the hold command father had given me. I wondered what he might have done to me, if I had been unable to stop from killing the girl. The fact that she still had been injured might possibly mean further repercussions, but somehow I don't think father was too worried about taking me to task for inflicting the wound, even he knew how hard it was to change a killing stroke at the last second.

I now sat on my bed, in the lotus position hoping to relax and find some peace in meditation. A peace that I could not seem to find in my heart, soul or mind for it remained forever apart from me, and elusive.

Until now the images that came to me, would do so once in a while but the images came more frequently, then they had before the prisoners arrived in our headquarters. Before these images had been so easy to ignore or shrug off, but with them becoming more consistent I found them, extremely more difficult to push aside and forget them.

My recent visit to the cells with father had seemed to stir up the images even further so that now they almost demanded to be seen and acknowledged.

As I tried to relax I saw an image of Karena, bent over my younger self, showing me how to print my name. I could see the Ra in very scrawly letters, my younger self looked up at her with a wide grin as I started the letter m.

I scowled, this image truly made no sense. I was Kirra I had no m in my name, an ra was of course acceptable, and due to my youth the r might look far more like a capitol letter then the proper lower case version that ought to be used.

Then before I could make sense of that image another came on its heels.

This vision was of two tiny turtle babes crying in a crib, tiny fist flailing about, as they howled. I glanced up into Karena's face.

" Take them back cause all they do is cry and cause trouble," I demanded sharply.

She laughed, " Honey I wouldn't take them back even if I could, I love Aiden and Kaliann, I think they are beautiful."

" No they not" I remarked sullenly.

Another vision of Kaliann as an infant on chubby legs trying to take a few baby steps on her own, only to fall back onto her well padded rear, she started to cry. While the young me, went and picked her up cuddling her close " Its okay Kali, you keeps trying you'll get it yet. Your not hurt any, cause I gots ya and I'm not gonna let ya get hurt ever."

My eyes snapped open my body trembling, I could not even empty my mind enough of these pestering things to meditate. All of these images were lies, none of them were true, they couldn't possibly be real.

If it was real, if it was true and that was a mighty big if, it would mean I once had been a part of the turtles family and that was such an absurd notion that anyone could ever conceive of.

I shook my muddled head in hopes of clearing my thoughts.

Just because I had seen how much they cared and looked out for one another, the concern and empathy they shared between one another, was so strong and welcoming in some small way, to one such as myself.

I knew a part of me wanted that. I didn't really have a family, father was the only one to care for me in any way. I knew the Foot didn't give a damn if I lived or died. In fact, to be honest, most of the foot clan probably would have preferred me dead, they just hadn't found a way to do it yet. Until they did they had to snap to my command.

I wanted to be loved, accepted for who I was, I wanted to be…I don't know.

I knew father appreciated all I did for him, he valued my services, gave me the best of everything but I had always felt that there had been something missing in my life, a void that father alone couldn't fill in any way. All his money and power didn't change the void into some thing of substance.

Even as I thought that I realized how awful that sounded because it made it seem that father really hadn't done enough for me, when in reality he had done far more for me then any other foot soldier.

I recalled all the time I had trained in Japan and father busy as he was, would come to visit and check up on my training helping me get a certain move, training me and then before he would leave we'd share some private time in the Ryu's gardens while following the tea ceremony rituals.

Those had been good times, the times I cherished the most. I looked forward to his hurried visits, and often strived harder in my lessons after he left, for I seemed to know then all he had sacrificed to be with me for that time.

I was truly a traitor to my father, unworthy and unappreciative of all he had done for me. My father might be hard to please but he was, in essence, a good man and he deserved far better then my disrespectful thoughts.

I wanted to chase these images from me, banish them forever where they couldn't reach me. They only caused such desperate longings and they made me feel that my father was not the man that I knew him to be.

I had never thought that the enemies presence here could cause me to feel this way about father, the man I cared for and would die for willingly.

These images were lies and I didn't want to grant them any more attention then what they had been given.

Suddenly it occurred to me that ninja mind tricks might account for some of the images, perhaps the turtles had felt enough of my longing that they had been able to plant these images ever so carefully without my knowing of it. Perhaps that was why Michaelangelo insisted on calling me Rama and playing up to me.

I gritted my teeth growling suddenly as I realized now what must have happened. I grinned as I thought of the fact that I had some spare time and since meditation wasn't working perhaps a quick lesson might be in order.

Torturing Michaelangelo might be all that it took to rid myself of the bothersome images.

Michaelangelo:

I knew as soon as she came in what she was after, and who she was here for. She wanted me, after all I was the present her 'father' had so graciously handed over to her for her personal toy and pleasure.

It seemed I was about to face my daughter for the first time and I could only hope that I would come out of this alive.

" Leave Mike alone" Raph growled at her as she moved towards me.

" He is mine, to do with as I please, and I intend to make him regret his lying words and his schemes once and for all" she hissed.

" Looks like I won't find a way to talk myself out of this" I muttered to myself.

Rama busied herself releasing the shackles and securing my hands behind my back, she roughly pushed, often hitting me, as she guided me to a practice room. She secured the door then turned me lose.

I had no idea what she had planned, course all the torture sessions I had been through to this point gave me a vague idea of what I might expect, though no one else, in those sessions had permitted me the sort of freedom she now had given me.

If anything that freedom tended to make me more nervous.

I saw her reach for one of her belt pouches and I knew she had to be going for some weapon, she withdrew a handful of shuriken.

I had all ready seen the precision she had shown, with the throwing stars, when I had insulted Yukio and she had managed to throw two shuriken so they passed through the thin opening and into me.

I suddenly hoped like crazy that the shuriken she now held were not poison tipped so that the poison would work its way into the blood stream, if they drew blood.

That thought was not exactly a happy thought for the moment. I was pretty sure I was going be used as target practice and the smirk on her face warned me that was indeed, what was about to come. Problem was I had no idea when or where she would start.

The anxiety alone was killing me, because I knew I had to wait for her to make that first move.

For once I wished that my daughter hadn't taken such an interest in ninja weapons as a youngster, in fact I was starting to believe that it had been a bad thing to encourage all the way around.

For a strange, almost surrealistic moment I could hear a four year old Rama dutifully chanting " I 'epect weapons. I no touch weapons less Sensay say so."

Of course that rule had never stopped her from going after Raph's sais.

Why couldn't she be four years old so I could send her to her room again or any other discipline that suddenly came to mind.

I took a deep breath and a moment to calm myself heightening my ninja senses, it had been a bit, since I had last been permitted to move so I might as well make the best of it.

She gave an evil twisted sort of smile " Lets see if you are as fast on your feet as you are with your tongue." She spoke sweetly but her eyes betrayed her true intent.

A subtle move of the wrist and I ducked darting to the side, dodged to the left. Hit the ground rolled then sprang to my feet prepared to move again.

I was glad that the first volley of projectiles had missed me, though some had come mighty close for comfort. I was kind of hoping to get my hand on one or more of the discarded shuriken in hopes of tossing them her way, either to knock her weapons off target or so she would have to defend herself from my throws.

As I did my best to escape the throwing stars I began to talk to her, in a long rambling one sided conversation. Whatever popped into my mind, call it verbal vomiting, I would spew out in hopes of making some sort of connection to her, so that maybe she would back down for a bit.

" Rama remember that kitten Raph saved for you, out on the farm. You called him Baka, because that is what Raph called him. Well we still have him" I declared then reconsidered " Or we did when you and your friends came to visit."

I hit the ground reached for a shuriken and I felt one hit into my hand. I gritted my teeth as I grabbed hold of that one two and tossed both at her.

" So you want to play do you liar?" She hissed.

" Hey, I never lied to you Rama" I protested.

She hadn't hit me too much as of yet, but I had a feeling she had only been testing my reflexes up till now because she was still going. All I could say is she must have had this whole thing planned for she was opening another pouch on her belt to withdraw more shuriken.

" I'm Kirra!" She flared firing off five of the throwing stars in rapid succession.

Two hit my right leg, one upper one lower, two hit my right arm in almost the same spot, and one bounced harmlessly off my carapace. Obviously she was now getting down to business.

" You are a despicable liar," She snarled.

" Honest Rama I have never lied to you. Remember Splinter?" I asked as I managed by sheer luck or fluke, to avoid the next volley. " When you were a baby you used to chase his tail and grab hold of it yanking on it. You also used to teeth on his tail. He didn't care for that much but it kept you quiet and happy, so he sort of put up with it for your sake."

I had to stop talking as she was hitting me more often now, as if my words only infuriated her, as Don had expected might happen. Course her accuracy was dead on for the most part and I felt like I was starting to weaken because of recent events.

" I despise liars and you are one of the worst." She declared.

" Rama the only time I ever lied to you was about Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny being real all right?" I stated, " But hey, girl cut me some slack I still believe in them."

Every time I went to grab a throwing star she would hit one into my hand most often into the fleshy part between the thumb and the first finger, where it could dig in, and bleed badly.

The blood that dripped from my hand onto my fingers made it hard to grab hold of any discarded weapon, never mind gripping it long enough to throw it.

" You will stop your lying" She roared tossing her last few shuriken I hit the floor trying to find a safe spot to land so that these would soar over head but as I dived for the ground she tossed a single sai.

The weapon pierced into my upper arm.

I winced and laid there, out of breath worn out and feeling utterly defeated. She strode over standing tall above me, she bent and pulled her sai from my arm causing me to wince in pain and the blood to flow freely. With casual ease she swung the sai tip to my throat.

" Best learned to keep your mouth shut!" she warned me before giving a snort of contempt before turning to gather her weapons.

I stayed where I was hurting, bleeding and knowing deep inside that I had failed miserably, there was no way of getting through to her. I didn't care any more, this session with her had finished what ever I could have hoped for. The only thing I wanted now was to die.

TBC

Reinbeauchaser: I must try harder next time, so you aren't so sure of any set up. Ah well evil story sort of rubs off on me I guess, with a story as dark as this there must be some side effects. A gratitude for your insight.

Lunar Ninja: Okay I admit I was mocking you but I was doing it in a nice way, wasn't I? Drat me, okay drat, drat and double drat. There I have been dratted feel better? A gratitude for your insight.

Rat Queen Valarian: Splinter is dead in this fiction, he died before the invasion so the only role he can have is as a memory to one of the other characters. As for Mike it isn't easy for him to see his daughter like this, and I think this chapter made it all the more difficult. A gratitude for your insight.