Motherhood
By: TMNTlover4ever
Part 6: The Red Dragon/ When Ice Cream Attacks

"Ya know the world has gone mondo bizarro when pizza bites back."-Michaelangelo, in Sky Turtles (The 80's cartoon)

Disclaimer: You think I own the TMNT? -laughs- Oh, you were being serious? Okay then, let me laugh even harder! -laughs-

A/N: Don't be confused by the quote. My stories take place with the current ninja turtle cartoons. Italics in the story are thoughts and memories. Enjoy!

TMNT theme song

Sheri:

I looked at the clock; it read 7:40am. I hadn't fallen asleep last night til about 4am. I had been going these last few days on little sleep. What day was it? I looked at the clock again. A little red dot was glowing under Sunday. I groaned.

I got up and did some early morning stretching. Usually, I can get through a day with just 3 or 4 hours asleep, but since I've only had 6 hours of sleep for the past couple of days, I was tired. I changed my outfit.

I decided some jeans, white tennis shoes, and a black tank top. No training today. Yes!

I walked into the dojo/living room and saw Master Splinter already in there meditating. He sensed me approaching. I could tell.

"Good morning, Sheri." He said without opening his eyes.

"Morning, Sensei."

"Are you going to call the Silver Sentry?" He reminded me.

"Aw, yes. Thank you Master." I bowed to him.

I rung up his number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Silver Sentry, it's Sheri."

"Shhh! Don't call me that. What if somebody else was listening in?" He replied.

"Sorry, but I'm having power trouble." I said.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, lately, I've had these moments where my sides or my gut feels like it's on fire. And my head pounds and I can't use my powers. I was wonderin' if you could help." I explained.

"Hmm...Interesting...Okay, well, I have three theories." He said.

"Okay."

"One; you are slowly losing your powers and it's just taking your body time to get used to it. Two; you are gaining new powers. Or three; you will only lose your powers temporarily and they'll come back, but at this time every month, you'll lose your powers." He explained.

"Okay. How did you come up with these theories?" I asked.

"Well, I've had other super powered friends that has had these problems and those are the only three results. So...it's possible that it's one of those or it could be something else."

"Okay, thanks, double S." I said.

"No problem. See ya around."

"Yeah, see ya."

I hung up. I might lose my powers.

Wonderful. Just wonderful.

The phone started ringing. I looked at Splinter who nodded and I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Where the hell are you?" It was Angel's father again.

"Dude, do you really think I'm gonna tell ya? I may be blonde, but I ain't stupid." I said.

"Oh, so you got jokes, huh? Well, if I were you, I'd save them. Mr. Saki has told me that he is gonna 'help' you. And when he does, you're gonna give me my daughter back."

"Says who?"

"Says me." His voice got really gruff. Then he hung up.

Wow, that was threatening.

"Who was that Sheri?" Splinter asked.

"Eh, let's just say he's an old 'friend.'" I said, hanging the phone on the hook.

"What's our next move?" I asked Sensei.

He took in a deep breath.

"Well, we need to get my sons back to their ages."

I nodded. "But how?"

He took another deep breath. He looked at me now with his dark brown eyes.

"I am not sure. There are many methods we could try. How did they become young?"

"Well, Don was working on his smoke bomb and the others gathered around to look. Well, there was a shock and it shocked all of them. Then, the smoke started coming out of the bomb and when it cleared, they were all little turtles." I explained.

"Hmm..." He scratched his chin. I laughed quietly to myself.

"What if we shock them again?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"Well, remember when me and Mike got shocked? He had my powers and the way we reversed it, was that we were shocked again! Maybe it'll work the same way!" I exclaimed.

I had figured it out. Not Don, not Leo, not Splinter, but me.

Oh yeah, I'm good. Uh-huh. I'm awesome. It's my birthday, we're gonna party like it's my birthday. Uh-huh!

Yes, I have my goofy moments. Michelangelo isnt' the only one with a sense of humor.

That, however, seems too easy.

Master Splinter was thinking these same thoughts.

"How long was it that you and Michelangelo had to wait before you were shocked again?" He asked.

"I forgot. I think it was a few days, maybe even a full week." I said.

"We probably should wait until it has been a week. Just in case." Splinter said.

Just in case? What was with that? I guess he would rather be safe than sorry.

I would rather be safe than sorry too.

"Do you really think we can last a whole week with Shredder knowing and everything?" I asked.

"Yes. We have done the impossible and I believe we can do this too. But we will have to be extra careful. Especially, you." He said, looking at me. "Seeing how you are powerless, you need to be extra careful on patrol. Usually, I would not allow you to go patrolling in this situation, but New York needs saving too. Will you do this Sheri?"

"Yes, Sensei." I said then I bowed again.

"I have a surprise for you, though." Splinter said, getting up and walking to Donny's work bench area.

"When we first met, Michelangelo described you to the Silver Sentry and he said you may run a risk of losing your powers. Michelangelo told me what he said so I had Donatello make this for you."

He pulled out a suit like thing. It was all black with a black cape and hood. Around the waist area was a grey utility belt. The suit was a one piece. Then, Master Splinter pulled out what looked somewhat like a hockey mask only it had more of a skull look to it. And on the forehead of the mask was a picture of a small red dragon.

"Please try it on." Sensei said. He handed me the suit and I went into the bathroom to put it on. It covered my whole body, and was a spandex-like material. There was a voice modulator in the mouth area of the mask that was currently off. Cool, I could be somebody totally different.

I put the mask on and the hood covered my head and I tucked my blonde hair under it.

There were many gadgets on the belt. New toys...a mischievous smile curled on my lips.

I came out of the bathroom in complete uniform. The cape slightly flailing behind me.

"You are now known as 'The Red Dragon.'" My Sensei said.

"But why?" I asked.

"This suit is bullet-proof, flame-proof, and is stylish. Anyway, we had to put the suit on you so Shredder wouldn't recognize you and try to target you when you didn't have any powers. It also has an assortment of gadgets that would be useful to a ninja." He said.

"You need to wear this on your patrols from now on." He added.

"Yes, Sensei." I said.

"That is also why Donatello put a voice modulator in the mask. So if you were heard by the Foot, they would be deceived by the voice." He explained.

"It's wonderful, Master Splinter." I embraced him with a hug.

He was shocked at first, then slowly wrapped his arms around me into the first true hug that we experienced together.

Ever since my father and mother died, I thought I'd never feel the embrace of a true father again. Boy, was I wrong. A gentle, but firm hug. The hug of a father. A true father.

Tears started coming into my eyes as I remembered my father's hugs. However, I held them back and we let go of one another.

"Master, how am I supposed to use this suit, if I don't know all the gadgets?" I asked.

He sighed. "I do not know of the gadgets. I'm afraid you will have to teach yourself since Donatello is now younger and does not remember building this suit for you." He said unhappily.

After that, I've been in the dojo area all day practicing with that suit. There were many gadgets. I liked them all.

I also practiced my combat skills in the suit with Splinter.

Yeah, he kicked my butt a few times, but I never gave up.

After 2 hours of training with me, he took to the little ones over to the other side of the dojo and was giving them extra practice.

Of course, Angel wanted me to train her, seeing how I am her Sensei, but I told her that Splinter was her substitute Sensei today and that she needed to obey him, like she would obey me. She nodded and left to her lessons.

Training on the other side of the room of the little ones was a bad idea. They kept glancing at me and not paying as much attention to Master Splinter.

I finally left and did my training in the old water junction about a mile from the lair. I brought some tape and a couple of old pillows with me.

I taped the pillows to the walls of the junction. I jumped up and whirl kicked them all. Gave them some punches and did a few heel kicks.

I don't know how long I was there. It didn't feel long but I think I was down here for a long time. So I packed up and headed home. When I got there I noticed the time was around 8:30pm!

Wow, I had been there a long, long time.

I hurried and grabbed a quick dinner and ran out to patrol NYC.

Sticking to the shadows, of course, I jumped from rooftop to rooftop.

I noticed some Purple Dragons in an alley. By the look of it, they were mugging some kids. I pulled out what looked like an ordinary silver pole, but clicked a small red button and it immediately transformed into a steel bo staff.

I will admit, I'm not the best with a bo. I'm more of a katana wielder, believe it or not.

I jumped onto a rooftop that helped create the narrow alley below me.

"Gimme your money, kid." said a husky looking Purple Dragon.

"Sure. Sure. Take it." He said casually, as if not caring that he was mobbed.

The 'kid' was about my age. Maybe a year older. Brown hair, and blue eyes. Not bad looking, but by the look of his clothes, he was a rich, snobby kid, that only cared for themselves. I guess his attitude toward being mugged was helping me to believe this. Apparently, this wasn't the first time he'd been mugged.

He threw the cash at them.

"Good, kid. I knew yous was seein' to reason." A slim Purple Dragon said. He had a smile of a hockey player, a lot of missing teeth.

I jumped toward the front of the alley. It was a dead end so they couldn't escape if I was standing there.

"Give him back the money." I said. Or was it me? My voice sounded like a young man. About a 19 year old man. Cool.

"Look, another costumed freak." the slim one pointed out.

"Yeah, and he wants us to give our money back. What should we do Rocko?" a Purple Dragon said that looked like he had been smacked with a shovel. His nose looked flat, and his eyes were constantly crossed.

"I thinks we should get rid of this freak." The husky one answered while cracking his knuckles.

Three. Just three. Not too bad to deal with, seeing how this was the first time I have fought with this thing.

"Yeah, I agree." No-Teeth said.

They all charged at me, 1 by 1. How easy is that?

I whirled kicked all three. Gees, how stupid could you get?

They fell to the ground and then came back up. Wanting more.

Morons...

I twirled the bo staff above my head and then hit them with it, mimicking the older Donatello's movements. They weren't as good looking as his, but it got the job done.

After a few minutes, they were running from the alley.

I smirked at their actions. I turned to look at the kid, who was cowering in the corner of alley with a look of horror, as if I was gonna kill him.

"You alright?" I asked as I picked up the money from the ground. He brought himself up. He was wearing khaki pants, a white long-sleeved shirt with a blue vest over it. His brown hair was slicked back.

He was an inch or two taller than me.

"No. Look at this." He showed me the bottom of his pant leg which was covered in mud. "It'll never come out." He whined.

I picked up all the cash and noticed that they were all 100 dollar bills.

"It's not like you can't buy a new pair of pants." I said, or I mean, the Red Dragon said.

I fell really weird, I mean, I'm not myself when I'm the Red Dragon. My voice is different and my attitude is kinda different. It's weird.

"Well, you're a rude one." He said.

"I can be rude to you if I want. I saved your life." I pointed out.

"You saved nothing except for some money! They wouldn't havehurted me as long as I gave them the money." He exclaimed.

"Apparently, you've never been mugged by the Purple Dragons before." I said.

He was silent.

What a little snot.

"You got a name, sno-" I cut myself off.

"Yeah, the name's Nicholas James Scott, the Fifth." He said in a snotty voice. I wanted to hurt him so much. However, I maintained my cool.

"Okay. You got a home, Nick?"

"Don't call me Nick, and yes, I do."

"So why ain't you there right now?" I asked.

"I was taking a stroll and all of a sudden, these thugs jumped me."

"Well, your safe now. Just go home, okay?"

"Whatever." He took the money from my hands. I began walking toward the start of the alley when he asked a question:

"Who are you?"

I didn't answer. Then I said, "I truly don't know anymore."

With that, I took out a grappling hook thing with a handle. I pressed a button, and the grappling hook flew up and grabbed the fire escape and pulled me up too. Then I jumped onto the fire escape and from there to the rooftop and I began running at a fast pace.


Master Splinter:

I waited for Sheri to return. As I sat on the couch letting the warm glow of the tv come upon me, I remembered the making of that suit, like it was yesterday:

"Master Splinter the Silver Sentry needs to talk to you." Michelangelo had said.

I remember the Silver Sentry coming to our home. I didn't blind fold him this time, knowing that he could very well he could see through it. The conversation started normally in the living room. Him in the recliner and I on the couch.

"Turtle Titan has told me much of this girl Sheri. He says she has powers. Is this correct?" He asked.

"Yes, but even she is unsure of what they truly are. She calls them ghost powers, but I can tell she doesn't completely understand what they are." I said.

"Hmm...well then, she runs a high risk of losing them."

"Why do you say this?" I asked.

"Well, powers only work for the person who understands them fully. It's like they have a mind of their own. One minute, they're your best friend, the next, your enemy. If she doesn't ever truly understand them, she will lose them. Or it also may mean, she may gain new powers that she can understand. Who knows? It can be either result or it can be better or worse. You never know with powers." The Silver Sentry had said.

"If I were you, I'd do something that a friend did once for himself."

"What would that be?" I asked.

"He created a crime fighting outfit designed with many gadgets. He couldn't stand just sitting around. And by the way Michelangelo has described this girl, she doesn't like to sit still either." He finished.

"Yes, this is very true." I agreed.

I remember asking Donatello to make this suit and the gadgets. He, of course, agreed and was excited to build something new. I remember all those sleepless nights of his. We tried to get him to sleep, but he refused and wanted to keep working. Finally, his body fell asleep at his desk and we helped him to bed. He slept the whole day.

It's midnight now, and my little Red Dragon had not returned. I hope she is alright.

CRASH!

I ran into the kitchen, sticking with the shadows as a true ninja should. I noticed a little Raphael holding up a little Michelangelo who was reaching into the freezer of the fridge and at Raphael's feet was the ice tray, and several pieces of ice around it.

I came out of the shadows. At the sight of me, Raphael panicked and dropped Michelangelo.

"Thanks, Raph." He muttered as he got back up. I cocked my head to a side. They seemed bigger now. Like, they had gotten older.

"How old are you now my sons?" I asked.

"Duh, Master Splinter, we're twelve." Michelangelo proclaimed.

Twelve? They were eight years old when I put them to bed! Maybe we would not need to shock them again. Maybe they could just grow on their own.

"Aw yes, and what were you two twelve year olds doing at this late hour?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"We were just-" Raphael was interrupted when the ice cream box that had been teetering on the edge of the open fridge finally fell on his head.

"Ouch!" He yelled. "Stupid ice cream!" he kicked it and the ice cream headed toward me, I caught it with ease.

"You two know the rules. No snacks after dessert. Go to your rooms, now." I said.

"But Sensei-" Michelangelo began.

"Unless, you wouldwanttodo flips, instead." I added.

"No! No, we're good." Raphael said hurriedly.

"Yeah, we'll be going to our rooms now." Michelangelo said and they both ran to their rooms.

I cleaned up the mess and went back to the living room.

I wonder is they would remember Sheri since they've grown older. I guess I'll find out in time.


The Red Dragon:

"Oh goodie, fresh meat," the Foot ninjas says as they walk toward me.

I had already introduced myself as the Red Dragon. We're on a rooftop, with a good view of the bank.

"Bring it on." I challenge.

"He's mine," the first ninja says, stepping up close to me.

I kick up and my heel connects with his chin, sending him back a few feet with his hand on the chin.

"Wanna play rough, eh?" He asks as he pulls out his katana.

Ooh, I'm scared.

He slashes at me a few times, keeping me on my guard. He swings at me a fourth time and I squat down on my toes, and then pop back up in an upper-cut that connects with his chin, again.

I feel burning in my ribs again.

Damn it! Not now. Please not now.

I fight try to fight it off, but the pain is still there.

I, all of a sudden, feel something hard connect with my cheek and I go sailing into the air and I hit the overhang.

Then I feel something scratch my shins.

"We'll make him suffer with pain first," a ninja says. "Then, we'll kill him."

Errgh!

I jump up and punch him in the gut. Then I pull out the steel looking pipe.

"Look, he's got a pipe to fight us off. How pathetic," a ninja says to his buddies.

I press the button and it turns to its full bo staff-self.

The ninjas don't notice this, and I quickly hit them all with it, sending them all back.

Most of them now, have some cuts and bruises I imagine.

My knees buckle after feeling something cut the back of them. I turn to see that first ninja that claimed me to be their victim.

The back of my knees is making a little pool of blood on the rooftop, but I fight the pain.

The ninja raises his katana to finish me off. Boy, do I give him a surprise.

I quickly rise up and leave the bo staff on the ground. I grab the blunt end of the katana and before he can blink, I twist his arm behind his back and make his katana appear in front of his throat. The killing edge closest to his neck.

I smell blood. Either it's the little blood on his katana or the blood of my knees and shin. My knees are giving in, again, but I use the guy to lean on so I don't fall. His buddies have gotten up and realized what I have done.

I can tell that he is their group's leader. He's got a little symbol on his red bandana around the top of his head. It's a Japanese character that reads, "Captain."

Cut off the head, and the body will follow.

I move the katana across his neck and his body falls into the already pool of blood from my knees.

The other ninjas are amazed that I got rid of their Captain so easily.

I pick up my bo staff andhit the button to make itsmaller and put it into my utility belt. I turn to leave, knowing that they won't attack me now. They're too afraid, I can sense it.

"Who-who are you?" asks a ninja in the front.

I just turn my head around and look at them all.

"The name is Red Dragon. Remember it. Fear it." I said.

To Be Continued...


A/N: Yeah, I know it's gory, but I kinda like the gory stuff. Sorry if some of y'all don't like gory stuff. And thank you all who've been reading my stories. And thanks to all who've been reading and reviewing. I'm working on my other story as well. I even have a little summary for you for a heads up. Here's the summary. I still need to decide a title though:

I sat there on top of their graves, wondering; how could Saki have finally won? Didn't good always triumph over evil? Didn't the good guys win when all hope seemed lost? Well, apparently not. Not in our life-time. It seemed so unfair. The good souls of my brothers and friends were gone at such agonizing deaths. I had to watch those deaths, too. One by one, I saw each of them die, taking a little part of my heart with them. I stood up with only one thing in my mind. Revenge...

Okay, hoped you enjoyed the little 'sneak-peek.' Tell me what you think of those sneak peeks cuz if people like them, I am thinking about putting these in my stories from now on, preparing you of what to expect in my next stories. Also, please tell your friends of my stories. I need more readers and reviewers please.