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A/N: Thanks so much guys for the reviews! And sorry I've been so late! For one, I've been freakishly tired and sleepy (I blame it on the preganancy) and secondly we're currenly going through a mini baby boom at the hospital, we're drowning in babies. You know one of the wierd things about genders, this is how it normally goes around here at least: A huge mass of boys with a girl here and there, or a huge mass of girls with a boy here and there. It's like between this month and this month, the Y sperm will be strong! Between this month and this month, the X sperm will be strong! (Yes, it's the guys fault, no man can blame a woman for not getting their desired gender!) Wierd. Don't quite know why it happens. Let's see what Raph got, eh?
Oh yes, I figured out that my fanfic account has something against my typing, since I have no other explanation why so many of my words run together due to lack of spaces. I check each chapter before it's put out to it's the only thing that I can think of. Sorry!
Chapter 27
Mind Control and Tackles
(You watch helplessly as yet another heavy, more than slightly dangerous object is hurled across the room. Raph stalks past you, huffing furiously, muscles tight. You are careful to make no sound as he viciously attacks the nearby wall. Finally finishing his current assault, he stomps over to you and plops himself down so heavily the chair practically screams in pain. He glares at you.) HOW DARE HE! I don't care if he think's he's the fearless leader or not! NO ONE does that to me! MAN! I swear that I'm going to KILL HIM! (HUFF!) He couldn't even punish me like a MAN! He had to slap me like a prissy, weak little girl who doesn't know how to fight! I mean, all I did is give him a little punch! One little punch! Just one! And it's not like it was a hard punch or something! He should have seen it coming, 'fantastic' ninja that he is! He's just upset because he didn't see it coming! He's just pouting, throwing a temper tantrum like a little baby, I mean what kind of ninja turtle throws temper tantrums! (you sit nervously and try not to point out the obvious, luckily he doesn't notice) Hmmm. But I will admit that he did help me out. A little. Tiny bit. I really could have done it myself, but still...(sigh) Alright. Well they didn't do that good a job, after all Honor's still conscious! Lazy ninjas...Well, I guess you want to know what happened after that, huh? I'm feeling particularly generous right now, so I'll spoil ya...
It took a couple of long, agonizingly slow miliseconds for the shock of Honor standing right there to soak in before any real action actually took place. Then they sprang into a flurry of motion.
Both nunchucku spinning, Mikey leapt at her from his crouch, springing at her like a cat. Her eyes flashed at his attack, showing how royally ticked off she alreadywas. Swiftly raised her hand presenting her palm at him with such speed I'm surprised that she didn't get whiplash. Immediately a strong, single gust of wind caught Mikey so hard in the gut that he grunted at the impact. It rocketed him in the opposite direction and I could hear the whap as he hit the other wall hard. I couldn't help but wince. Then of course another contraction came on and I suddenly found it difficult to divide my attentions.
Leo was at a loss of exactly what to do. It was obvious that he wanted to stay and protect me (Like I really needed it? NO!) and to charge Honor. Finally he decided and planted his feet around me protectively. I wasn't exactly sure what he was up to until I saw Honor approach rather than attack. Of course! She can't risk attacking around me, if she hurts me then of course I can't bond with her, if she hurts the baby then she's screwed for another nine months. I had to hand it to Leo...
Naturally the question now was how the hell he was going to fight the b!t#h off while standing over me like he was. It was irritating the hell out of me. These contractions didn't exactly help things either. It was like suddenly all I wanted to do was poop this parasite out of me. It was already hurting like hell, but it's not like I haven't felt worse at the hands of the foot and the like. It was just a different kind of pain, in a more, ah, tender and, um, protected area...if you know what I mean.
Luckily Leo didn't have to decide exactly how to do the 'stand on pissed off laboring brother while fighting' dance, cause Donny was right there. Honor saw him coming and shifted her focus before he ever had the chance to strike. For some reason she didn't use her wind attack again like she did on Mikey, and she had a crooked half smile on the intact side of her face. I didn't like it.
Don came in, swinging his bostaff down hard. She caught the wood in her hands, and used Donny's own attack momentum to swing him to the other side of her. The speed nearly caused him to lose grip, but instead he played her attack against her and came around as she swung him. Rebounding off the ground he came at her with his heel outstretched...right to the butchered side of her face. She let out a shrill, piercing scream and blood flecked in the air. Instantly she let go and Donny, not quite regaining his balance yet, hit the ground on his shell.
With a snarl, Honor whirled to him and fisted her hands together in a swirling motion. Before Donny had a chance to regain his feet the wind started to swirl around him. It knocked him down again and as it got stronger, started to lift him up slightly. He struggled against it, face twisted in concentration and effort. In order to contain him and only him the cyclone had to be small, and it was small enough that he was beginning to win. But apparently that wasn't her plan in the first place. It looked like he was about to break out of the thing, when she managed to inch close enough to it to carry out what I assumed to be her plan in the first place. Reaching her slender hand into the battering winds, she plucked the device that was clinging to his head clean off.
I heard Leo hiss an intake of breath. It took me a moment to remember, then it hit me. Those things were what kept the elentials from controling their movements!
As soon as Honor got her prize the cyclone dissappeared and Donny hit the floor. Those devices must have been pretty snug on his head, because I could see the marks of where it lay. She must have used some manly muscle to get it off of him.
Right when Donny's feet touched the floor he lunged for the device held tightly in Honor's raised hand. He didn't get too far. Before he even was able to touch it, he slowed to a stop. Honor's gaze was burning into his. His muscles twitched, his mouth worked angrily, but his body complied with whatever silent command she gave him. He stood still as she crushed the device in her hands before turning to Leo. Her eyes were dancing.
"Well, blue boy, you now have no choice but to hand my dear Raphael over to me now. It's not like you really need him anyway, after all you've lived all this time without him haven't you? Besides, you wouldn't want your brother to get hurt now, would you?" With that she turned slyly to Don. His eyes were wide, I could see him in them. He was still himself, he just couldn't control his body, but his mind was still there, taking in everything. I don't think that I've ever seen him so upset. Then I found out another reason why as he responded to her latest silent command. He reached behind himself and took out a small worker's knife that he carried in his beld. Unsheathing it, he let the cover clatter to the floor. The air was still and silent as he brought the oil-streaked blade to his adams apple. His eyes closed and he swallowed hard. The motion drove his skin into the blade a bit, drawing forth a tiny trickle of crimson blood beading down his neck.
Leo was frozen in front of me, his mouth agape. We've come into situations where we were in danger before, but never did anyone force us to do it to ourselves. Like she was doing with Don. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked around desperately for Mikey. There was a sizable dent in the wall about seven feet up and he was still laying on the floor. His limbs were twitching slightly, but it didn't look like he was going to be waking up in the very near future. Damn!
Swallowing deeply, Leo looked at her. She cocked her head and stared right back at him. I guess that normally she would have been smiling, but I fixed that with her cheek. Score one for the turtles! "Come on, blue boy. Don't make me do this." The knife point went into his neck a small fraction deeper, just deep enough to make the almost nonexistent trickle to become a tiny riverlet of red. Don's eyes closed tighter, before opening again to look fearfully at Leo. I don't think that I've ever seen that kind of look in his eyes before.
Well, here they were doing a staring contest with Don holding a knife to his own neckand here I was pushing. I don't know exactly why I was doing this, I mean I don't really want to give birth, never did. But I just needed to for some reason. I could describe it more accurately as bearing down, kinda like you do for a big poop. And I don't really know how to describe it, but it felt like the kid in ther moved somewhere, it's like he was resting between my legs, but wasn't. I could feel the pressure, it was getting bigger, but at the same time it hurt. Like I was stretching something. I don't know. All I do know is that for some reason, I was ticked off at all that was happening and I was ticked off for being ignored. I don't know why, normally I'm more of a loner but it's like 'hey! I'm the one giving birth here!' Just let me squirt some (birth waters?) at Leo's feet, that'll get his attention. It was selfish and stupid to feel that way with Don in the position that he was in.Maybe it was those 'pregnancy hormones' that I keep hearing so much about.
I think that I'm the only one who noticed the loud THUNK! And the sound of ripping, or was it tearing? Well, either one. In either case, I knew from the moment I saw it that I was going to laugh at this memory for years to come. First came the pounding, it started to become closer, louder, more resounding. It was about then that Honor noticed and turned her head to look. She hardly had time to squeal as a huge muscular triceratron plowed into her head first.
Unfortunately she's a skinny little b!t#h, and the two longest horns didn't do much of anything but create minor flesh wounds on her shoulder and arm. But the horn on the nose, well I winced and grinned as I saw it get buried right on her bellybutton. Then there was the impact of his bony skull and frill itself, I swear I heard her bones knock together as she was hit with the brick wall that will be my father in-law. With a jurassic roar, Amuke continued his charge, throwing his head up like an enraged bull. She carried with him, so shocked she didn't even scream yet, as the horn in her belly hooked her with his head. He flipped his nose and she flew in the air like a rag doll. His hand was up there in an instant, catching her by the ribcage and slamming her down on the floor before leaping in the air with every intention of squashing her flat.
By this time she recovered from her shock enough to react. With a snarl on her face she managed to turn around, flinging both hands in the air. The short gust of wind that was produced was nowhere near strong enough to carry away the enraged triceraton, but it was enough to deflect his landing enough that he fell on the ground immediately next to her. Face twisted in what I could only call extreme pain, she staggered to her feet, clutching her bruised and broken ribs with one hand, for now ignoring the growing red spot on her belly. Unfortunately it didn't look like his horn snagged it enough that I would have liked (no organ damage) but she was missing her belly button. Her upper arms were also coarsing blood. I'll bet that we never see her in a bikini!
Growling, Amuke rolled to his feet and immediately had to block a stronger buffet of wind. He leaned forward, bracing himself with arms crossed in front of his face. With a snarl he moved his massive feet and managed to inch a step forward. Then another. Then another.
Honor's eyes grew wide and quickly she looked around the room. Spying some huge fountains and potted plants, she flicked her other hand in a graceful motion and immediately water gushed at Amuke. He smirked at the sight of the liquid until it immediately formed ice around his feet. One foot happened to be up taking a step, and as soon as it touched the ground the ice on his foot slipped all his massive weight from under him. He hit the ground hard, the ground shuddered slightly. Growling he attacked his feet with balled fists, breaking away great chunks of ice. His first attempt at getting up ended up in another stumble. I suppose that his feet were probably numb, perhaps stinging at the same time. Painful.
I took a deep breath as I finished a particularly painful, long push. I swear that what I actually had was a watermelon or something because that's what it felt like!
Swiftly I turned my attention to Don. He was still standing there, with the knife point held to his throat. Leo made a tentative step towards him. "Donny? Donny? Can you move on your own? I won't hurt you, please..."
His eyes went wide as he looked at Leo and I knew that he revieved another order. Leo had taken one more step towards him when Donny, his eyes shut painfully tight, slashed his knife at Leo's throat.
A/N: I know, everyone just loves my endings don't they? I actually meant for Raph to give birth in this chapter but I guess I got caught up in the fight.Sorry guys! Not much to say here. Let me know what you think. Ideas. Predictions. Stuff like that.
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