(The Turtles wander out, looking slightly confused. Donnie notices the readers and points at them. Mikey waves. The Turtles have a small huddle and then Leo is pushed forward, clutching a piece of paper. He gives a weak smile and wave.)
Leo: Uh…hi there everyone. You might be wondering where Sporks is. Well, she's hiding from LN and Chibi. They're trying to kill her or something. (Reads the paper) It says here that they're not fans of cliffies. Unfortunately, Sporks loves cliffies, both reading them and writing them, so they have been after her for some time now. She just wants you to know that the story is drawing to a close. Just one more chapter and an epilogue. She also says happy reading. (He glances around, and then looks back to where his brothers were only to find them gone. He sees LN and Chibi coming in the distance) Uh oh! (Runs away as fast as his little Turtle legs can carry him, but stops briefly to tack a paper to a random, yet convenient, nearby post.)
(On the paper)
Hi there. It's me, Sporks. Currently I'm hiding in an as yet undisclosed location, but I will still leave notes for my reviewers!
Pacphys: Yes, that's true. Double negatives in Spanish are positive, while double negatives in English just sound weird. Sorry about that. I felt really bad for Donnie writing that chapter. I love him to death, but unfortunately someone has to be tortured. Not-Mikey doesn't really know what to do. He's just kinda trying to go with the flow, but he gets confused a lot, like you'll see in this chapter. Yay! I made a good point! I feel clever. Hmm, Not-Leo. You don't have too many fans, dude. Thanks for reviewing; I hope this chapter is to your liking!
Kikyophoenix19: Wow. You're the only one who likes Not-Leo. But I kinda like him too. Writing the evil people is always fun. I was planning on writing about the real Turtle's dimension in this chapter all along. So, here it is. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reviewing!
Chibi Rose Angel: Um…hey there. I'm glad you loved the last chapter; it was a lot of fun to write. I'm glad that you'll read this story till the end. I also feel very special that you care that we won. Um, so, since you care, you won't kill me, right? Please? Thank you for reviewing, I hope you like this chapter!
Lunar-ninja: Hi. Poor Don, he tries to talk, but no one understands. I really, really liked the ghost noises thing. It made me happy to write. Oh dear. I am hiding. I have run far away, and am using the Turtles as my messengers. They're not too thrilled, but they can deal. They're tough. Please don't kill me. Thank you for reviewing. I tried not to make it too cliffhangery this time, but it's really hard not to, especially since this is a chapter story and nothing really gets resolved until the end. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter!
Ocean: Don't feel bad. I just want to make sure there isn't a reason that people aren't reviewing, like it sucks or something. Yes, Not-Donnie's quite popular. He starts to wear on your nerves after a while though. Yeah, I liked writing the "I want to be your friend" part too. Thank you for reviewing. I hope you like this chapter!
Pi90katana: Hey! Yes, the Gwen Stefani thing was a reference to you. I was originally going to have Raph say it, but since you hate her and Leo's your favorite Turtle, I had him say it. Yay! I love being on favorites lists. How will they get back home, you say? Well, I'm not telling yet. You'll find out soon enough. Not-Leo went insane because of numerous factors, a big one you'll learn about in this chapter. It might be hard to link it to insanity, though. He just went mad with power, for the most part. Plus, if your dad was Saki, wouldn't you go at lest partially insane too? (Karai as an example notwithstanding.)
Thank you for reviewing, and I hope you like this chapter!
Soon to be world renown Gracie: Well, someone is just a tad enthusiastic. I like, I like! Ha ha, ghost noises. I'm going to try that one of these days…Anyway, thanks for reviewing. I hope you like this chapter!
kaya lizzie: Yes, the Dun Dun Dun is very awesome and is useful in most situations. Even when it is not called for and when you use it people give you weird looks. Yes, Not-Donnie is easily distracted. Poor thing. Yeah, this last update wasn't so quick. Sorry about that. Thank you for reviewing, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Spootycup: My story is impressive? (Dances around with glee) Oh, I suppose that wasn't very impressive, was it? Oh well. Yes, Not-Leo is psycho. All of the Not-Turtles have their own "special" brand of psychosis. Thank you for reviewing, and I hope you like this chapter!
Quick Shot: Whoa, hey, chill, its okay. I definitely don't hate you.We all make mistakes. I've sent reviews to correct mistakes I've made in previous reviews too. Don't worry. And, I hate to break it to you, but radical and writer don't really rhyme. They flow together nicely, though. It's a good saying. Sorry I wasn't very quick with this chapter, you know how finals can be, all evil and stuff. Hmm, Not-Donnie in the mental home? I have to say that that is a distinct possibility. Thank you for reviewing, and hope you like this chapter!
Disclaimer: I own…a dog. And some suntan lotion. And I wooden pig that also functions as a bank, which I made when I was forced to take shop class. That's about it, really...
Raph charged at his enemy, his eyes blazing with anger. Destroy my way home will you? Well, you're not going to get away with it!
He struck out with the Sai in his right hand, and quickly followed with the left, catching the side of Not-Leo's face as he dodged the first attack but ran right into the second. A few drops of blood flecked the wall as Raph whipped his Sais around again, this time aiming straight for his opponent's heart.
The other Turtles watched apprehensively. Leo was torn between helping his brother and not offending the Not-Turtles, whom he was trying to get to help his family. He'd really rather that no one fought at all, but with Raph it's kind of hard to prevent that.
Not-Leo was quickly regaining the upper hand. He just let his cheek bleed, seemingly oblivious to the pain, as he blocked Raph's attack. Then he lashed out with his katanas. Raph managed to dodge the attacks, but he was left off balance, giving Not-Leo the chance to sweep his feet out from under him. Raph cracked his head hard on the granite floor and lay there, dazed. Not-Leo held his katana high, poised to deliver the final blow.
Just as he was about to run his blade thorough the vulnerable skin of Raph's neck, a Bo staff came out of nowhere and knocked him backward into the wall. Donnie quickly replaced his weapon in its holder and helped his woozy brother to his feet. Not-Leo swiftly regained his bearings and started making his way toward his original quarry, only to be blocked by Mikey and Leo.
Not-Leo growled angrily. "Mikey!" He yelled, not at the Turtle blocking his path but at the Turtle who stood, stunned, on the other side of the bathroom. "Get over here and help me!"
Not-Mikey hesitated. He didn't really like these goody-goody versions of him and his bros, but he didn't want to kill them. Especially if they could help him get his Raph back. I need to talk to him. I need to tell him that…I'm sorry…
"MICHELANGELO!" The yell ripped Not-Mikey out of his musings and he looked over at his brother. The leader of their little band was now surrounded by the aforementioned goody-goodies, but they didn't look to happy right now. Despite his reservations, Not-Mikey leapt into the fray. He couldn't just stand idly by as his brother was attacked, no matter what the circumstances were.
Donnie and Mikey turned to their new adversary, leaving their red and blue banded brothers to deal with Not-Leo. Not-Mikey twirled his 'chucks, circling the other two Turtles slowly.
"Hey, I never thought I'd be fighting myself," Mikey said brightly, trying to get his counterpart to loose focus. "That's kinda cool, right? Don't you think this is kinda cool? "Cuz I do. I wonder if Leo thinks its cool fighting himself, I should ask him later, shouldn't I? Shouldn't I? I think I should. Wow, are you gonna attack, or are we just gonna go around in circles all day? That's cool if we are, because I like circles…"
Mikey's skill at annoyance was incomparable. And it worked on Not-Mikey.
"Just SHUT UP will you!" He yelled, glaring at the irritating Turtle before him. In his high state of agitation he didn't notice Donnie sneaking up behind him. The last thing he saw before he was knocked out cold by a Bo blow to the head was Mikey's cheeky grin. Then his lips formed the word "No," and all went black for Not-Mikey.
"Shit," Not-Leo cursed. He saw his brother go down in a blaze of, in his mind, undignified stupidity.
"Now now, no need for such language," Raph murmured, a mocking smile spreading across his face. He performed a roundhouse kick that Not-Leo jumped back to avoid, only to run into a roundhouse from Leo.
Not-Leo was on the ground, surrounded by all four Turtles. He growled and tried to get up, but Donnie casually pushed him back down with his Bo and held him there. The Turtle on the ground looked at the weapon and smirked, convinced it could do no real damage to him. He tried to get up again, this time met with the blades of both a Sai and a Katana. He snarled, yet knew he was defeated.
"What is your problem? Why are you so against us?" Raph asked, bringing the point of his Sai up under Not-Leo's chin. "What did we ever do to you?"
"You did nothing," the threatened Turtle replied. Raph was surprised; he hadn't expected Not-Leo to respond at all. "You are merely players in a game that Raphael, this world's Raphael, and I have been playing for a long time."
"You mean 'The Game' we played earlier wasn't enough for you?" Raph snapped. Not-Leo's eyes glittered and he laughed heartlessly.
"That is a fun game," he began, causing Raph to jerk violently and almost slice open his carotid. Mikey grabbed his shoulder just in time. They didn't really care about this creep, but he was the only source of information that they had, so they couldn't let Raph kill him. "But this game has been going on for years and years. For as long as I can remember, really. It's called 'Who's the best?' Not the best name, but we named it when we were kids and I never got around to changing it. The point is, Raph and I have always had a less-than-friendly competition between us. Ninjitsu training, strategy skills, heist planning, and –now that we rule New York- executive decision making." He smirked at Raph, who was looking at his like he was something particularly nauseating that had crawled out from under a rock. "And I'm always the best. I still can't understand why he keeps trying."
"So him coming to our dimension was just him trying to be better than you?" Mikey asked. Not-Leo nodded apathetically. "Then what are we doing here? How can we possibly be helping or hurting anything?"
"You're distracting me while Raph is taking over your New York and establishing himself as the new 'Supreme Ruler' or whatever it was he wanted to be called."
Mikey blanched. "Taking over our New York? There's no way he could…"
"Oh yes he could. He can be pretty crafty when he wants to be."
"So then why did you stop us from going back there. We could have prevented that from happening and then you'd be the best again," Leo asked, choosing his words carefully.
Apparently he wasn't careful enough because Not-Leo's eyes flashed angrily. "Again? Again! I was, no, am, ALWAYS the best. He is already beaten. I'll tell you why I stopped you. I'm going to let him have it. Let him think he's won. I'll bide my time, letting him grow more confident and less cautious. Then, I'll strike. Then, I'll own TWO New Yorks!"
The Turtles stared in horrified fascination as the Turtle in blue cackled evilly on the floor. Finally, after about five minutes of this, Donnie raised his staff and cracked Not-Leo over the head. The laughter died instantly as he slumped, unconscious.
Everyone looked at Donnie, who looked angrier than any of the Turtles could ever remember seeing him.
"Filth," he whispered. He turned around and rummaged through a pile on the ground until he came up with some lengths of silvery wire. He bound Not-Leo's hands and arms and tied it off with a complicated knot. Then he stood up, rubbed his hands together like someone who had just finished a long yet rewarding task, and then looked at his brothers, who were gaping at him.
"What?"
"So, um, I guess you don't like him, then, do ya Donnie-boy?" Mikey asked, breaking the silence.
"No, I like him just fine, most of the time. He's kinda crazy though," came the response. And it wasn't from Donnie. Well, the sane one anyway.
The four brothers turned to Not-Donnie, who had been forgotten in the melee. He was sitting passively on the ground in the lotus position, smiling at them. Donnie rolled his eyes and muttered something like, "He's crazy…?"
"Are you gonna tie me up?" The non-sapient Turtle asked. He eyed Raph warily, who was just finishing binding the unconscious form of Not-Mikey.
"Not if you cooperate," Leo said, trying to sound as non-threatening as he could.
"Okay," he said, jumping up. He rushed over to Donnie, who was taken by surprise by his speed. His arm was recaptured, and Donnie cursed himself silently for being too slow. "New best friend!" He cried with glee. Donnie just sighed.
"Come on, we have to go get some more of that powder if we ever want to get out of here," Leo said. He headed for the door, but was stopped by Raph.
"Hey, wait Leo, what about these guys?" He pointed to the two cataleptic Turtles on the ground.
He shrugged. "They're not going anywhere."
Not-Raph hummed to himself as he bustled around Donnie's lab. One thing to say about this guy, he's compulsively neat, he thought to himself.He smiled depravedly to himself. Oh well, it's easier to find things this way.
He walked over to the schematic of the laser he was going to build, nearly vibrating with glee. He had had to work some of this out with Donnie, which was slightly amusing but far from enjoyable, but in the end he knew he would be able to do it.
He muttered to himself as he checked the list of parts. Getting was hard, a lot harder than he had expected. They were all pretty big and high tech, and the places where they were stored or made had high security. So far he had only managed to get some of the smaller pieces, and those he had to scavenge for in the junk yard.
"Man, I hate not having a legion of ninjas at my beck and call," he muttered absently to himself. When he had taken over New York he would send back for some.
He was interrupted from his musings by the sound of a feminine voice floating through the lair.
"Hello, anybody home? Guys?"
Not-Raph's face broke into an insane grin as he picked up the reinforced steel cable. This was the moment he had been waiting for. He was hoping that whatsername was going to come back. Viper's alternate dimension self. His plan would work all the better with a hostage.
"In here," he called out. He could hear and sense her moving in his direction. Perfect. "Time to get my hostage," he said quietly to himself.
"I don't think so," came a voice from behind him. He spun, weapons drawn, wire abandoned on the floor. All he saw was the mirror. And his reflection. A wave of relief flooded through him until he realized that his reflection was moving of its own accord. It sneered at him and then lunged, right out of the mirror.
Raph overtook his surprised enemy quickly. He attacked with a fury that he only displayed when he was at his angriest. When he was done with him, Not-Raph had two Sai cuts, one across his cheek, almost identical to Not-Leo's, and a very long one running the length of his thigh. He was also unconscious and bleeding from the head wound given to him by the Sai's hilt.
He was tying the imposter up when his brothers burst through the mirror, ready for action. They were slightly disappointed that it was over so quickly. They all wanted a shot at the Turtle who had invaded their home and tied them up like cattle at a rodeo.
"Ummm…what's going on here, guys?" They turned around to find April standing in the doorway, looking utterly confused. She was looking between the Raph standing next to Leo and the Raph tied up on the floor.
"It's a long story," Mikey said. The Turtles turned back toward the mirror. Raph hefted his evil counterpart up onto his shoulder, his head flopping in a very undignified way. "We'll be right back."
With that they stepped back through the surface of the mirror to the accompaniment of a gasp from April.
So, one chapter down, one to go. Plus an epilogue. Review now please. And, no attacking me anymore. I'm starting to get a little claustrophobic in my as yet to be disclosed hiding place. REVIEW! You know you want to.
