Chapter 4
The next morning, I awoke to a delicious smell.
PANCAKES! My brain shouted.
I happily skipped down the stairs. Sure enough, large stacks of pancakes sat on the table.
Grinning, I grabbed three pancakes and drenched them in syrup.
I wolfed down the pancakes in a matter of minutes.
The turtles watched me, laughing.
"Wasso fummy?" I asked, mouth full.
Leo took a second to breathe (he had been laughing hardest of all) and answered me.
"You always do that! You're gonna choke, you gotta slow down." He chuckled.
"I do?"
"The others nodded. Mikey was still laughing.
I grinned.
Later, the guys were getting suited up to go on a run.
"Can I come?" I asked.
The turtles exchanged glances.
Leo sighed. "It's... Probably not a good idea." He told me.
Donnie nodded. "You might get separated from us and get lost... Or hurt."
I shrugged. "I won't get hurt. I can kick butt."
Where had that come from?
The turtles noticed my look of surprise, and held a whispered discussion.
"Alright, fine. You can go with us. But make sure at least one of us are in your sight lines AT ALL TIMES. Capiche?" Leo told me.
I nodded. "Crystal clear, bro."
Okay, forget what I'd said earlier, where had THAT come from? Did I just call a giant turtle my bro?!
I shook my head. "Uh... Weird phrases coming out of nowhere is a good sign, right Donnie?" I asked.
He shrugged. "In this case, I think so."
So, we went out to the rooftops.
It felt great being up there, like this was where I belonged, not underground in the sewers.
I took a deep breath of the cool night air.
"Alright guys, where are we going?" I asked.
Mikey started running. "LAST ONE TO THE CHRYSLER BUILDING IS A SORE LOSER!" He shouted.
I took off after him. After a few minutes, I veered left and followed a shortcut that seemed to have been seared into my memory. I got there before the turtles, but Leo wasn't happy with me.
"DID I OR DID I NOT TELL YOU TO STAY WITHIN OUR SIGHTS!?" He growled.
I laughed nervously. "S-sorry..."
"You should be! You could've broken your neck!" Raph snarled. The others nodded.
"C'mon. We're going back." Leo commanded.
I sighed. "Alright..."
Back at the Lair, Leo made Mikey babysit me while the others went off on a mission of some kind. I swore to myself as they left.
"No fair." I grumbled.
Mikey shrugged. "At least you didn't break your neck."
I laughed. "Yeah."
When the other got back, Donnie had a vial of familiar blue liquid.
I growled. Wait, how did they get that? Did Donnie have it all along? Were the turtles lying? Was it them who had drugged me? Was it all an evil plan of theirs to use me the whole time? Were they really my allies? I mean, I couldn't remember anything. Were they lying?!
In a fit of rage, I lunged at Donnie.
Raph and Leo reacted faster than I could catch, both grabbing my arms and flipping me onto my back, holding me down. "Donnie, go!" I heard Leo yell. Donnie disappeared into his lab.
"What's going on?!" Mikey asked, sounding scared.
I snarled. "I should've known! I should've known better than to trust you!"
Something happened then, something I didn't know I could do. Raph and Leo were floating in the air, and Mikey was tied in tight ropes.
I ran. I didn't know where I was going, I just ran. I couldn't believe I had been blind and stupid enough to trust the turtles.
The more I thought about it, the more things made sense. I mean, I had awakened in their lab. They said it was because they saved me, but if they had saved me, then why wouldn't they tell me who I was? If the knowledge could actually hurt me, or shock me, why hadn't they wanted me to go outside? Why did Leo insist on keeping an obsessive eye over me? Why would he freak out over me not listening, if he weren't just trying to keep a tight leash on me?
I stopped running, and looked around. I was in a subway station. It was empty.
I gasped for breath, sitting on a bench, hoping I hadn't been followed. I was scared and confused. Who could I trust? How could I fix this?
I turned at a noise. "Who's there?" I demanded.
A sewer rat scurried out from behind a column. I sighed. "Just a rat."
"The one known as the girl with the turtles must come with Kraang to the place known as the secret lab."
I gasped, turning. Great.
Several men in tuxes held guns that I'd never seen before. At least, I didn't think I did.
I raised my hands. Nope, couldn't fight. Way too many, way too big of guns.
One of them put some futuristic technology style chains on my arms. Shaking in fear, I followed them, doing my best not to anger them.
After a long walk, we came out in a weird lab. They threw me into a cell of the same weird tech as the chains.
"Help." I muttered weakly, knowing there was no help. There was no hope. I had nobody I could turn to and whole-heartedly trust. There was nothing left for me.
