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A/N:Sorry it took so long to update! I had the entire chapter written down and at the very moment that I pushed the button to save the computer went down and everything was lost. It took a day or so to get over the bitter feeling of having so much work vanish! But I rewrote it. Hope you enjoy it. Now on to other business.
Thanx for the reviews! Much appreciated. I'm working on this story along with 'Deadly Dealings.' If you're a Leo fan at all I'd suggest you check that one out! (wow, I'm doing advertising!)ninja-of-darkness and artykid:Concerning your question: the summary explains it all: expecting a bundle of joy, she's NOT the one carrying, when's it due RAPH. Can't say I didn't warn you! teeheehee!Jessiy Landroz: You'll find out what happened! I will reveal no secrets! SilentWater13: Ah! I so wish I could tell you! Unfortunately I can't. You'll find out!Kellie Fay, Reijiro and Liz-Sakura: Thanx! Will do!
Chapter 3
I'm WHAT!
(growl) You showed up again! Man! You must have no life whatsoever to keep on showin' up and buggin me about this friggin story day after day. (growl) Well, you're here anyways, so I might as well continue. Where was I! (Listens and as you explain excitedly nods) alright. Hey! Calm down! Don't get your panties in a twist! I'll tell ya, no need to get all hyper about it! Geesh (mumbles about the uselessness of fans) Alright, alright. Well after I saw Splinter doin' all of that wierd shit, and after I saw that dame again, there was only one thing I could say...
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"Oh shit."
She gave me a lopsided grin and blew me a kiss. With rage building up I got over my shock and lunged for her. All I got was a cool mist blowing against my face where she just was. I heard a familiar giggle from behind and whirled around to meet it. There she was sittling on my hammock with her shapely legs neatly crossed. She covered her mouth with her hand as she giggled again.
A growl emitted from deep in my throat and she pretended to look shocked. That little..."Get off!"
"But it's your bed, Raph! I like it!" She snuggled her bottom deeper in my blankets.
I growled again. "You better be wearing fu0cking panties or I'll rip you limb from limb! I'm not cleaning up any friggin stains." She just grinned at me and did that snuggling thing again. With another roar I launched myself at her, fingers curled like meathooks. That's when I saw exactly what she was doing to avoid me. Her outline blurred and misted, then she kinda went transparent, though I could still see her. It was like something was pulling her aside and she went with it like ciggarette smoke in the wind. Anyways, all I got a hold of was more friggin mist. Damn!
Now she was perched on my barbell set, the balls of her feet resting on the bars. She squatted there and winked at me. Immediately the gesture made my blood boil. That was it. I wanted answers.
"Alright! How the shell did you get in here? No, wait. How the shell did you get in the friggin LAIR!" I stepped close to her, raising my fist threateningly as I growled out my questions. It only infuriated me more that she didn't seem the slightest bit worried at my rage.
"I used the rat!" She squealed.
Immediately my pupils dilated. Master Splinter! Holy geesh! I almost forgot! "WHAT'D YOU DO TO HIM!"
She gave me a confused look. "Do to him? I didn't do anything to the rat. As far as I know he's still in his room sleeping."
I glared at her. "That's not what I friggin' meant!"
She laughed. "Oh, you mean the whole dancing bit! My, that was some fun, wasn't it?" I swung, but before I even had a chance to touch her, she evaporated into that mist crap or whatever it is. Man! Would she stop doing that already!
A giggle sounded from behind me. Already grinding my teeth and groaning, I slowly plodded around, already knowing what I was going to find. Sure enough, there she was with her elbow propped against the doorpost. A slow senuous smile spread across her lips, then she put a sudden quirk in them as she spoke. "No need to worry my son, I simply need to speak to you." My jaw dropped. Not because of what she said, it was HOW she said it! She said it in Splinter's voice! If I wasn't looking at her right now I'd of thought that Sensei was talking to me!
Suddenly I realized how she got in here and my mind suddenly went a tad bit dizzy. Shapshifting? Or was it apparition? Hologram? Whatever the shell it was I didn't like it! No one impersonates Master Splinter! NO ONE!
My hand whipped out to her, and as expected she did that misty do-hicky again. In a blind fury I chased after that fragile looking cloud, swiping at it with my sais, whipping at it with my fists, punching through it with my kicks until I was left trembling and exhausted, my breath coming in gasps. I eyed the mist out of the corner of my eye and suddenly an idea struck me. You know, one of those, I'm-a-ninja-better-start-acting-like-one ideas. Yeah, even I get those every once in a while.
All of this happened in the matter of about a single second. The mist slowed over a spot on the rug. She must be planning to apparate there! It began to resume solid form, and as it did, my arm shot out to her. Then she was there, and here eyes grew wide at my newest attack. Immediately her outline began to dissolve again, but not before I reached her!
"Gack!" She gasped when my thick fingers closed around her slender throat and all thoughts of misting up again vanished as she brought both hands up to clutch at my wrist. My other hand came up and grabbed a handful of hair and I jerked her head back forcefully. Her fingers tightened on my wrist, her fingernails trying their darndest to claw their way through. Lucky turtly skin is thicker than most, hehehe.
"Now, lady! If you don't tell me exactly what happened and why you're so friggin interested in me, I'll pop you're head of like a friggin cork! Do you hear me!" I tightened my hand on her throat to drive the message home. I lifted her off of her feet (man, she's shorter than me!) so I could look her in the eye. I hadn't expected to see that eye blazing back.
In a scratchy voice she squeaked out of her mouth "Big mistake, bucko."
It was wierd. That's the only way I could describe it. At least now I can tell you why I felt so weak the other night. It was like the was sapping the strength right out of me. I could feel it, running like cold water through my veins, down my arm to the spot where my skin touched her skin. Then it was gone. I could even feel it running out of the hand that held her hair. Where ever I touched her it happened!
Suddenly my knees wobbled, telling me that they wanted to buckle right about now. My arms trembled and I could feel my stomach go weak with hunger. I know I should've let go right about then, but I finally had a hand on the little b1tch that I didn't want to let go. I wanted to hold on and squeeze the life out of her even though that's basically what she was doing to me, 'cept without the squeezing part. Slowly I felt my grip loosen on her throat. The hand holding her hair dropped to my side, not being able to take being held that high. The hand on her throat finally lost it's grip completely.
I stood there, half haunched over from exhaustion; ashamed to be this way in front of my enemy. 'Specially an aggrivating enemy like this one! I tried to growl at her, but my vocal cords would cooperate. Friggin stupid vocal cords.
She stood befor me and laughed, her entire posture cackling with energy. My energy. That little bi... Suddenly she put an index finger against my plastron (a single friggin index finger!) and gave a small push. It felt like something weighn' two tons shoved me backwards. I stumbled, stuggling to regain my footing, but ended up falling flat on my ass. Immediately she was over me, a smile spread across her face. Slowly she brought up her finger and waggled her index finger in my face. "No-no! Naughty Raphy should know better!"
I ground my teeth and glared at her with all the hatred and promises of future violence that I could muster. She'll pay. If that's one thing that I can promise, if I've ever promised anything in my life this is it...she'll pay.
She stood up and looked down at me with a condenscending glare. "Never try that sort of thing with me again. In case you didn't notice, I have the advantage during combat!" I tried to scream at her that she didn't know the first thing about honourable combat. All I got was a bit of spittle dribbling out of the corner of my mouth down my cheek. I tried to wipe it away but my hands felt like they were two-ton weights. I could hardly lift them a few scant inches off of the floor. Friggin stupid energy deficient muscles.
"Now, how should I describe what's in store for you? I'm sure that your wondering why I did this to you, judging from your questions earlier.Hey! You don't even know what I did to you, do you? Let me see, what's the best way to describe this? I know! There's an Earth creature that's the perfect example. Give me a moment to think of the thing's name. Not a native Earthling you see...Let me see..." Then she pursed her lips and brought that same friggin index finger to them, evidently trying to make herself look like she was deep in thought. Friggin' stupid drama queen dame witch whore slut bit...
"I've got it!" Her exclamation interrupted my thoughts. "A seahorse!"
My face scrunched in confusion (hey at least I still have the energy to do that!). A seahorse? Frantically I searched my mind to think of any possible reasoning for a seahorse to be a subject topic between enemies. Suffice to say, the answer eluded me.
"Now, let me explain. You see, seahorse reproduction doesn't take place like most animals."
Reproduction? I definetely didn't like where this was going.
"When they mate, the female seahorse plants the fertilized eggs in the male seahorse. He carries them to term."
Oh no. Oh shit. No she didn't! I searched my mind for any other possible explanation but her words made it stare me right in the face. That couldn't happen tome!
"So it is in our case. My kind, females never get pregnant. So I chose you to carry."
A deep sinking feeling suddenly struck the pit of my stomach. She didn't! But I could see it in her face. She did. It was right then and there that I suddenly realized how those girls that I saw on TV felt. The ones that woke up in a strange place only to find that someone slipped something in thier drink the previous night. But I'm not the type. I'm a green mutant freak. A male mutant freak! Men didn't get raped! Or at least as far as I knew. A tidal wave of emotions coursed ruthlessly through my body, assaulting everything. And she just stood there, watching my face with a smirk on her face, knowing everything that was happening.
Lonliness. Fear. Sadness. Hurt. Anguish. Violation. Shamed. Scandalized. Wounded. All these feelings and more zapped through me, tearing me to peices.If you think that this was the only thing that was going on in my head, you're sadly mistaken. You must remember, I'm a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, with the body build perfectly designed to carry more muscle than the average human. I come with my own built in armor, have had martial arts training since I was old enough to crawl, and have reflexes quicker than most have seen. And most importantly: I have a really bad attitude. Which brings me to the final emotion, which nearly overwhelmed all of the others: I was royally pissed off.
The fury building up in me I have yet the vocabulary to describe. Lets just say that it was a lot.
Anger-fed adrenaline coursed through my body. Her smirking expression faltered for a moment as she saw my expression grow darker by every passing millisecond. Suddenly the adrenaline took affect and chemically induced energy made me explode to my feet with an animalistic roar. She hardly had time to wipe the smile off her face before I did it for her with my bare knuckled fist. I crunched my fist into her face, it hardly left it's place before my other one replaced it. I was literally pounding her head into a bloody pulp. At the same time, my legs were hard at work. Swift kicks delivered stunning blows as knees, shins, and feet batted her body back and forth like a cat's toy.
All that I could see was a blazing mask of red, with nothing in it except my target. Roaring with anger the entire time, I heard the hollow sound as each blow struck home. Blood splattered on my wall and furniture like so many droplets of rain. Crimson stained my knuckles and feet. A soft squelching sound following each blow could be heard as I hammered her about like a rag doll.
Then my fist stopped middair as though held bysome sort of force. I had the time to wonder what the shell was going on before I was blown backward like I'd just tried to punch my way through the wall of a hurricane. Literally. Winds whistled and crap was blown everywhere all about my room. I was slammed against the far wall hard enough to stay there for a brief second before I skidded down to the floor. Ouch.
I had to cock my head to the side in order to avoid a flying CD. It imbedded itself into the wall next to me like a shiny ninja star. That wouldn't have been good.
She came flying at me screaming like a friggin' banshee. Gee, guess I got her a little mad. hehehe
I tried to get up to meet her but that short spurt of energy was exactly that...a short spurt. I cursed myselfasI nearly slumped to the ground again just as she jumped in my face. Just a little bit further and I'd be standing. A small hand shot out and rammed itself against my shoulder, knocking me painfully down and pinning me against the wall at the same time. Her almond eyes were glaring fire at me, I glared some flames of my own right back. It was then that I realized that I really did a number on her. Her entire face was red with blood, her hair looked tangled with clots of the stuff. Her blood had an odd bluish-crystal tinge to it that didn't exactly lighten the effect. I could already see purplish bruising forming on her delicate facial features.
Yet the damage wasn't good enough. I knew from experience that she should be much worse off. Hell, I'd given enough force to break her nose at least four times, yet there it was: still perky and intact. It did look a little mangled though, hehehe. But the point I'm trying to make is that any other human being would have sustained at least four times the amount of injuries she got. I know I delivered some bone-shattering kicks, but she walked without the look of it. What the shell was she!
Her lips turned into a vicious snarl as she spoke to me (All teeth still there, what'd I tell ya!) "Don't you ever, EVER do that again! Do you hear me! You might not know it, but males are the weaker sex where I come from and like it or not you're going there eventually so YOU BETTER GET USED TO IT!"
As she screamed at me, blood flecked spittle dotted my face and I grimaced. Then the corner of my mouth turned up in a grin. (Man, lady! You might not realize it, but I don't give a damn how men where you come from do it! Judging from you, they must be a bunch of pansies anyway! And you better think twice before you think that I'm going to follow you ANYWHERE." She snarled at me, then opened her mouth to say something else. I had to interrupt. I couldn't resist! "No! Please don't do that! I've had enough of your bad breath already! Don't know if I can take much more!"
Her expression was priceless. She stood there for a moment in stunned silence, not quite believing what I just said. Then her face twisted in a snarl and she reared back. "I'll teach you proper manners! Let me show you where the Earth saying came from: it takes two to tango!" Then she jumped on me.
All I can say is that I thank all the lucky stars in the sky that she didn't get a chance to do anything while I was conscious. For at that exact moment, loud banging could be heard at the door. She froze in what she was doing and both our heads turned simotaneously towards the sound. It banged again loudly. "Raph! What are you doing in there!" " We heard screaming!" "Are you practicing in there?" "My son, open the door and tell me what is happening!"
The voices of my family was like sweet music to my ears, which isn't something that I can always claim. The dame stopped what she was doing and walked backwards, glaring at me the entire time. The door continued it's pounding, with myfamily's voices getting louder and more urgent. She spared a glance at the door then looked back at me. "Until next time, sweetie." Just as the door burst open she vanished in a cloud of mist and evaporated into the air.
My family spilled out into the room like a buncha dominoes. If I didn't feel so completely drained I would've laughed. Though my amusement quickly died down when I saw their faces as they inspected my room. For the first time, I looked at it and winced at the sight. It really didn't look good. Things were knocked off the walls, except for a few items protruding from the walls. Everything, I mean everything was disheveled. Even compared to my standards. On top of that half the crap was broken or bent or somethin', not to mention the blood on the walls. I saw their eyes go wide when they saw it. Oh yes, and let's not forget the shell sized dent five feet above me complete with skid marks as I slid my way down. Lets just say that it was picturesque.
Slowly they turned to face me. Man, they looked like a friggin' intervention!
"Raphael..." Leonardo said slowly, "Are you OK?" Man, he said it like I'm some friggin two year old!
Splinter came forward and placed his hand on my head. "My son, I think that you need our help. You shouldn't be doing this. It isn't healthy."
"Yeah." Mikey piped up. "You know we're going to be here for you, right?"
Donny was making notes on a pad. "How have you been feeling lately, Raph?"
Let's just say I was puzzled. What the shell were they talking about! I scanned their faces. Leo looking diligent, Mikey a nervous wreck wringing his hands, Splinter acting so apologetic and Donny acting like some psych doc... Oh shit.
Suddenly it dawned on me. Did they think that I did all of this myself! Is that what Splinter was checking me for, wounds? Self inflicted wounds! Holy geesh! They think I've gone psycho and am mutilating myself!
My head leered and suddenly I didn't want to think about it. All I could think about was sleep. I'd deal with this later, set their minds straight. But the weakness throughout my body wasn't letting itself be ignored. It demanded rest. Yes. Rest. Then food, persistent little stomach! Are they picking me up? Oh well, doesn't matter. Right now I just want to sleep. G'night.
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A/N: Sooooooo, how'd you like it? I know that the ending's kinda drab, but hey! When you're sleepy, you're sleepy! Please Review and let me know what you guys think. Leave me some pointers if you feel so complied. Toodles!
