The Enemy

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Chapter Twenty - Making a Move

Kirra:

I waited until I was sure father would be busy and occupied elsewhere for a certain amount of time, before sneaking silently back to his office, the last thing I needed was for him to catch me in the middle of something highly suspicious.

I hoped no one would see me, and then inform on me, but I knew very few Foot Soldiers had any reason to come this way, unless they were called to, also the Foot were not ones to question me or my actions, so I ought to be safe.

I didn't even know why I was doing this, I really didn't. I must be going crazy to even consider such a plan, especially as it had been based on so little to begin with. I ought to turn back and forget this nonsense once and for all but my feet continued to carry me, quite unwillingly to father's office.

' You do know why you are doing this. It is a matter of life and death, your life! Aren't you tired of living the lie he has forced you to live?'

I backed up a step or two in sudden hesitation knowing I couldn't go through with this, father had to have a rational explanation. There was no way I could continue on this path, I could all ready feel my stomach lurching wildly in protest.

" I don't want to, I don't want to I owe father more then this…" I whispered.

' Get in and out fast. Be careful to leave no trace of having been there. You'll manage.' The voice ordered sharply, ' You have to do this!'

I slowly went and picked the lock on the office door knowing, even as I did so, what punishment I could expect from father for betraying him to this extent. He would not be lenient with me, he never had been.

I was so nervous that it took me a couple of tries before I succeeded in unlocking the door, at this rate I'd end up tripping the alarms inside the office, so I took a moment or two, to take a couple of deep breaths and did a quick meditation, before slipping through the office door into the dark room beyond.

I could feel my heart beating triple time against my shell, a cold clammy sweat trickled down my brow and I felt my mouth go almost instantly dry, as I got my bearings and did my best to make not a single sound.

I was going be in so much trouble if I was caught, it didn't really matter if I did nothing more then what I had accomplished, I was going be severely punished.

The inner voice laughed at me, as if amused by my distress, ' You never worried about being in trouble when you were Mike's kid.'

I had a feeling that Mike was far more lenient then father was or ever could be, I had a feeling the turtle was not so strict or demanding, nor would he end up beating a person to the point of death to teach them a valuable lesson to not betray him.

I gulped listening to the silence of the office.

It was time to get on with this staying frozen in one spot really wasn't going help me.

I moved cautiously avoiding the security cameras and the lasers with ease, knowing I could not trip or turn off the alarm system in any way. I was at least thankful that I knew of the measures in this room, as well as in his private room, though I happened to know the security was of a higher sort in his bedroom. Father didn't want to risk any one sneaking up on him and killing him in his sleep.

I managed to get to the desk and crouched low behind it, as I began to pick the lock on the one drawer that held the personnel files. I found nothing in there that I could relate to me, there was a file on Kuma but it was a fake one for the family history in it was wrong.

Obviously there ought to be one on me, and the true documents on Kuma as well, but where would father keep them?

I raised my head slightly as I considered things and ran over a few possibilities while holding my breath. I realized that I ought to get out of the office, just leave and forget this insanity.

Still my hands seemed to be moving of their own accord, much as my feet had been when they had carried me to the office to begin with.

My hands were pulling all the files out of the drawer, keeping them painstakingly in order and placing them ever so carefully where they would not trip the lasers that were set. Only when the drawer was completely empty did I realize there was a false bottom.

I rolled my eyes, I knew I should have expected as much, and obviously my ninja instincts had suspected it. Father did have a ninja's soul he had so many secret and hidden places throughout the whole Foot headquarters that a fake bottom on a drawer was child's play.

I smiled as I pried up the bottom and saw underneath a few files one was marked Kuma and that one listed his father as Yukio Sekora among other things, but I wasn't really interested in Kuma's file.

Then there were two other folders one marked Ra/Kirra and another simply marked Kirra.

I opened one and noticed some notes and a few photographs showing a young turtle child in a grubby hooded sweatshirt playing with a young boy on a rooftop the New York City Skyline across the background.

" Jessie" I whispered as I saw the boy.

I knew there wasn't time to read through all the files but I knew father had a photocopier hidden in a small alcove of his office, and I could use that to copy everything to read at my leisure.

The alcove was hidden behind a picture and to open the door I would have to be careful to not break a laser or it would trigger an alarm, I also knew that there was a hidden camera poised so it would catch the door opening and closing at any time. I didn't have time to fiddle with the camera so it would not show this breach of security, if I stayed low I shouldn't even be caught on film so father might suspect any one.

I had time yet to photocopy the information I had found, but still I hesitated for I knew I was digging the hole deeper and repercussions would be extremely severe. If I was caught father would be justified in teaching me a lesson for my lack of loyalty towards him.

Still I had come this far and it seemed strange to me, to turn back now, when I was so close, when I literally held the answers to my past in my own hands.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the wall just enough to allow me to slip with ease into the alcove beyond hoping that the camera had not caught the action.

Soon I was busy with the photocopier. Never before had I ever wanted a machine any machine to move faster then what it was capable of doing, but now when time seemed short and the copier seemed to drag on as it made copy after copy, I had to wonder if the machine was allied with father and set to catch me out.

I counted seconds, minutes as I urged the pondering thing to get a move on. I didn't have a lot of time to begin with but the fickle thing continued in its slow agonizing pace.

I bit my lip in frustration wanting to scream, because I knew it was taking much too long. I was starting to think I heard other noises or the sense of someone drawing near to the office and they would hear the noise of the photocopier within.

Time had to be running out and I was getting more unnerved and anxious by the second. I began to pace and bite slightly at my nails, finally it was over and I had to swallow back a cheer of relief.

However I knew I still had to get out of here without being caught, and that would be a trick in itself.

I folded the many papers into my belt pouches, insured the papers in the files were as they should be, as well as making sure the photocopier had sufficient paper and had no other signs of betraying me to father.

I at least had, had the foresight to wear gloves before starting this mission so there was no fingerprints to worry about.

I slipped out of the alcove the same way I had come in and then I replaced everything into the desk drawer exactly as I had found it, knowing that one little thing out of place could trigger father's suspicion.

I knew I had stayed out of the cameras views at all times, so father wouldn't have any reason to assume that it was me, after all he himself had spoken often of how loyal and faithful he knew me to be. He had no reason to doubt me.

Still just to be on the safe side I best come up with a believable alibi, though I wasn't really much of a liar. I hated liars so I myself avoided lies where I could.

I cautiously back tracked though at that point all I wanted to do was make a break for it and run from the office. I knew I had to maintain control. It wasn't easy to do but once I reached the office door I paused to listen outside before sneaking out of father's office.

I almost ran from there back to my own bedroom, I quickly locked my door and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. I was shaking quite badly and had to take a few minutes to calm down.

I sat down on my bed and hauled out my hard earned reading material and put everything into order.

The first entry in father's neat handwriting mentioned a meeting with a Patrick Callahan concerning a small turtle humanoid. There was a date and time of meeting.

The second entry read, Meeting went far better then expected. Information well worth my time if not my money, therefore I have all ready retrieved my money and have sent the Foot to collect the specimen.

Next entry said that the Specimen was captured with little problems and seems to be fairly intelligent. Does have a good foundation of ninja training as I expected. Interrogation reveals she is the daughter of the turtle called Michaelangelo and her name is Ramela.

I sat back shocked and not wanting to believe what I read, what I saw written on the page before me, father had known about my ties to the turtle clan. He had known it all along.

But what about the lab?

There was a lab, there had to be a lab. I needed to know that there was a lab at some point in my life.

I found my eyes drawn back to the pages and read further how father plotted to use me against my family, if he could only make me obedient to him and forget those I once knew and loved.

There was something else about the Stockholm Syndrome, which I didn't really understand because there was no details as to what that syndrome was or how it was brought about.

There were following notes though about lessons that had been given to make me forget while somehow rebuilding me into something, someone else. Simple notations stating dates and names of who I had given up on and when, and how the different lessons he subjected me too in his desire to gain my obedience.

Cruel bitter torture, sever suffering all forced upon the child I once was so that I would be broken and then he could make me into his servant.

How once I had accepted him as my father and took on the name of Kirra that the rest came so easy.

Then other notes of how well I behaved for him, how eager I was to please, how his every wish was my command. He remarked that I had turned out far better then he had ever expected me to, that I was willing to work harder and longer for the promise of some intangible reward or a kind word from him.

There was no mention of a lab anywhere.

Here then was the truth of my beginnings, the knowledge that my father had of my past, written in black ink on plain white paper. He had known the truth and he had lied to me all along.

He had learned of me from someone, caught me and then made me his slave.

I choked back a sob, all this time I hated liars and those who lied to me, but not once had I ever thought that I was living a lie and my father had fed me on a constant diet of lies, which I had accepted as the whole truth.

Somehow he truly had, almost, made me forget who I was, except for those memories of my childhood which, had absolutely refused to be locked away.

"He lied. He lied," I screamed repeatedly as my fists hit hard onto the bedding.

He had lied, and I had believed him for so long now that I didn't know who or what to believe anymore. What else in my life wasn't true?

I didn't know.

Somewhere the wall he had built was crashing down.

He lied and doesn't deserve your loyalty.

I pledged allegiance to the Foot to serve my Master.

He will destroy you, he has given you nothing.

He is my father and I owe him my very life, my soul, everything that I am.

You control your life!

I will serve, I must serve him until the end of my days, otherwise the vow I swore means nothing and I am worthless. Not even seppuku could restore what I lose.

I crumpled into a ball on my bed clamping my hands over my head as I screamed loud and long into the pillows.

I didn't know what was going on right now, all I knew was my hatred at my father's deception and my fierce loyalty to my father, along with the feelings that I was betraying him suddenly seemed to be at war with one another.

The worst part of it was I knew whatever side won I only stood to lose.

TBC

Lunar Ninja: The last chapter was titled revelation, which meant something was revealed and something was. Kuma is Yukio's son and Rama's life might not be such a sure thing. As for making a decision keep reading if she is capable of making a choice it will probably be in the next five or six chapters. Remember she is fighting years of brainwashing/programming ect. From Yukio so it can't happen all at once. A gratitude for your insight.

Reinbeauchaser: Yes, She is aware that she is Mike's daughter for all the good it does her now. Not really Schizo, schizophrenics have an imbalance in the brain that is usually there from birth but shows later on. A schizo's voices might encourage a person to hurt themselves, kill, overdose ect. Whereas Rama/Kirra's inner voice could be a subconscious trying to wake her up before time runs out or a case of MPD- Multiple Personality disorder. A person that has one or more personalities each different that lives inside one person, a main person usually acts out front while the others emerge on occasion, not normally harmful to the host. MPD often is found in those who have suffered severe childhood abuse. A gratitude for your insight.