Disclaimer: Do not own, never will- wish I could have some shares in 'em tho... lol. I own the OC's and Jake the Talking Weasel.
Ch. 18
Ooohh….. my head. I muttered to myself. I suppose it had to do with the asphyxiation earlier. Dammit, caught so easily!
"Hi."
What the- WHO ARE YOU! I bellowed, before spitting out strands of blonde hair that got trapped while I was whirling my head about. Then it hit me. This place smelled chemically, like chlorine bleach and pine-sol mixed. Not pleasant, but better than rotting garbage.
"It's still lights out. The lights won't come back on for two more hours." The voice said, distinctly feminine, but with a gruff, smoky edge to it. "Just enough time to get to know my new cellmate." I heard rustling around, and realized I was on a small cot, similar to those I'd slept on years ago in the service. "I'm called Deuce." A sigh. "My real name though is Samare Jacques, or Sammy Jack." Another sigh. "I hate their stupid lab names, like we're some sort of video-game character they can toy with. Ick."
Samare Jacques, eh? I murmured, sitting up. Where are we, exactly?"I don't really know." Samaria said, exuding- moreso than performing, a shrug. "And please, call me Sammy."
Sammy then. So…. I paused collecting my still fragmented wits. Apparently we were both prisoners- what harm could possibly come of a name? My name's Anastasia. No last name, which is perfectly fine with me.
"Nice to meet you, Anastasia." I sensed a hand, and grasped it, realizing just how small our cell was.
Nice to meet you too. I thought a moment. Ever tried escaping? I thought a bit, trying to sense the layout of the structure, before I actually felt the collar. Shit. Snarling, I felt my way around the collar, feeling no seams, and no mental capacity washing away from myself. Those bastards had a restraining device, somehow devised, clamped on me! If I wasn't so pissed off about it, I'd have been impressed.
"Noticed it too, huh?" Sammy said, sounding vexed. I didn't blame her. "I've got one too. What's yours for? Strength? Manipulation?"
Telekinesis. I bit off, still feeling my way around the damn thing, hoping futilely for a seam.
"Ah." Sammy sighed. More rustling as she lay back down, possibly for lights on. Whenever that was. "Mine's for strength and electrokinesis. I have slight authority over energy, and am getting better at focusing it." I heard the grin.
Cool. Sorry if I don't sound interested, I'm trying to find a weakness in this idiotic thing. I apologized, while sounding angry. Raph must have rubbed off on me somehow, heh heh.
"No worries,"She humored, "Although you ought to save your strength for a cell-tac- one of the cell-watchers who monitor us" She laughed- a deep, cheery bell sounding laugh. "Those guys are the cream. Capture one and sometimes you can 'convince'-," Here she sounded positively evil, "-Them to let you go. You never get too far though." Wistfulness.
Sounds fun. I grinned, liking the idea of capturing a cell-watcher.
HWWWWMMMMM!LIGHTS ON IN THE QUARTERS A loudspeaker boomed, making me wince.
I peered across the threshold at my cellmate.
"…And furthermore, police cannot find a scrap of evidence pointing toward accident or intentional pyroactivity at New York's finest reptile hotel, the Alligator Land exhibit at the New York Zoo. Insofar, Chief Sterns has agreed to convene a conference, to discuss possibilities of criminal, or gang related activiy, but we know when the police are stumped- it's usually when the public is, isn't it, Walter?…"
"I know it's a long shot guys, but maybe Sterns'll bark some good news at me for once." April O'Neal grouched about her supposedly 'lame' newscasting.
"All the same, thanks April." Donnie said, biting into a fresh baked cookie. Mikey got to cooking whenever he got nervous about things, and his concotions were usually comfort sweets. Leo and Raph nodded over a bite of cookie each.
"Which brings us to other things," Donnie carefully glanced over toward his laboratory, which, unusually, was closed up.
"What's up ant-brain?" Casey Jones sniped, a laid back grin on his face.
"Hey, it's ok!" Raph yelled.
Two nervous faced peeked out from behind the sliding door. Casey fell off his chair as two females minced into the living area. One had ears like a mouse and a whippy tail to boot, while the other, taller one, had choppy-cut black hair, brown skin and penetrating green eyes.
April beamed. "Finally some one to talk girl talk with!"
Mikey laughed. "S'right April. April, meet Mikaela and Lillian." Pointing to the respective bodies.
"Hi." April stuck out a hand.
"Hi," Both said, shaking hands in turn.
Casey sat up, regaining his balance and 'dignity', so to speak. "Why so gloomy, guys? The shred-head's dead, the Foot clan's gone, and there's no more weird Japanese dudes running around with my hockey sticks! Cheer up, geeze!"
"We know, Case," Leo began, but was cut off by a pissed off Mika.
"Look, bub" She snarled, her face inches from his, "For all we know the Foot're back with an even bigger arsenal in their favor. Her story?" She pointed at April, "Yeah, that story covers the damage the FOOT did, with some seriously ugly pieces of crap burning shit down around our heads, and weird looking people kidnapping others!"
With that, she stomped off to the Dojo. Leo jumped up after her.
Casey blinked. "Is it me, or did she just channel Raph?"
"Shut up, bonehead."
"Both of you shut up!" April snapped, before rounding on Donnie and Mike. "You mean to tell me that for the last five years, the Foot have been rebuilding themselves! With other jerks behind the wheel!"
"Um…. Do we have to answer?"
"YES."
"Well, then you're not far from the truth." Donnie stated mildly. Lillian sat down besides him and nodded.
"From what we know Miss April-"
"Just April"
"-April, some people we used to work for have been up to some rather questionable experimentations, and we suppose there could be a link between the Foot, the disturbances, and their research."
April looked thoughtful. "So what is it you need me to do?"
"Would a public inquiry be out of the question?"
Woman in question grinned. "Hell no!"
Wumph!>
"Mika-"
WUMPH!>
"MIKA!"
"What!" Said female rounded from the body-bag to the blue masked turtle, looking all the part pissed.
"Mika, calm down; I told you we would find her!" Leonardo shouted, startling the female, who blinked.
"Aw crap, Mika, I'm sorry." Leo said, wrapping his muscular, yet lean, arms around a shaky Mikaela.
"Leo, this sucks!" She wailed, tightening her hold on him, not that he minded. "I miss her so much! I know she's alive, but I don't know where!"
"Shhh…" He soothed, stroking her hair. "It'll be okay. I promise."
Mikaela pulled back suddenly, eyes darkened. "Don't ever make promises you cannot keep, Leonardo."
"Who says I won't keep this one?" Leonardo countered, gazing back at her impassively.
Unknowing, the two had been drawing closer, closer, until their noses bumped. Mika blinked, then reddened. Then, without a warning, she zeroed in for the kill- planting a firm, but not unpleasant, kiss upon a startled turtle's lips.
Leonardo blinked, and backed up, shell shocked to the third degree. THAT wasn't expected! He thought, nicely dazed.
However Mika backed away, looking worse for wear. "That says it all, Leonardo."
She ran.
YOU! I shouted, furiously reaching across for Sammy's throat! You're the bitch that choked me!
Sammy backed away, looking freaked out. "What the hell are you talking about!" She yelled, drawing herself up in a passive, yet wary fighting stance, arms at her sides. Her reddish-brown hair was braided on the sides of her head into a choppily layered ponytail. Sectioned bangs partially covered one of her now sparking gray eyes. I could almost see the energy snapping off her, through stance and expression. It was beautiful and terrifying to behold.
I wasn't afraid though. Heh.
"I've been stuck in this fucking hell-hole for THREE YEARS! I've never seen you before!" Sammy was yelling back at me, as we inched around in a closing circle. I snarled, a rough, raw sound, as I hadn't been able to use my vocals for a long time.
She paused. "Oh hell."
Momentarily caught unawares, I hitched a step, then drew myself back into an aggressive stance, arms raised, hands splayed like claws- ready to rip her eyes out if need be. What?
"I'd totally forgotten." She gave a small, hysterical laugh and pointed at her green collar. "These things?" Another jittery laugh. " I wasn't kidding when I said they made us into videogame characters. They use us for their desires." Bitterly. "I guess I very well could have choked you." Sammy looked up quickly, eyes scared. "I didn't hurt anyone did I?"
No one but me! That came out akin to a lion's roar.
"I'm sorry." Sammy mumbled, rocking back against the wall, sliding down, and burying her face in her hands. Crap. Now I felt sorry for her!
It's ok. You couldn't control your own self. I said, even though I was still thinking of many vicious ways to harm her.
"Thank god." She sighed.
If there is one, out there.
"Yeah."
A/N: I know I probably cut it off at a weird time, but I have to regroup my plan now -- damn tangents.
Thanks for the prettyful reviews! They were helpful in many ways. And I really need to give Leo a clue...