April O'Neil

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Shredder was dragging April around the Technodrome, roughly pulling her whenever she managed to stop.

After he told her their fate, aka being stuck in another dimension, Krang had begun to shout viciously that she must be taken care of. How? She didn't plan to know but Shredder had immediately taken her by the arm, hurting her and dragging her in the now dark corridors of the Technodrome.

"Why are you obeying to his order all of a sudden? Answer me!"

She was trying to make him speak by all means. She would be prepared to use any possible way to avoid death. And talking was one of them.

He gave her a nasty pull, twisting painfully her wrist. Tears began to fall down as she visualized him throwing her to her death in space.

"You don't have to do that! Don't you want me to stay alive? I'll do anything! Please!"

He wasn't listening to her, or he was hiding well. Or perhaps he didn't give a fuck. This was a fucking twisted ending to her life. How did she get in this shit? She thought back to her family, her friends… She wouldn't be able to see them again. They wouldn't even be able to bury her.

Bigger tears came, ruining her make-up but at this point, she really didn't care.

He suddenly opened a door and threw her in a room without bothering to switch on the lights. She landed on what seemed to be a bed.

Really?

In less than a second, he was on her. Straddling her little frame and securing her. She couldn't flee. Was she about to get raped? As he leant on her, locking her wrists over her head she shouted: "I hate you!"

"Don't you dare shout at me again!"

His voice made her jump out of her skin. He seemed furious. He got up, took something in a dresser and secured her ankles together with ducktape. As she tried to get up, she realized that he had handcuffed her to the bedpost.

He opened the door, letting some light in.

"You don't try to free yourself, you don't move and you don't even make a noise. If you respect those conditions I assure your life won't be endangered."

With those words, he went away. The door closed on her, leaving alone in the dark.

Oroku Saki

She hated him. And she had good reasons to. He had just locked her up in a dark bedroom. But he had no other choice.

When he got home from their last "meeting", Krang had understood everything. The damn thing was intelligent. Even if they had their arguments, they also had a sort of friendship. Which meant the little brain first wanted to kill the reporter to "wash him from her offence". It had taken him a long time to calm Krang down. He knew that the alien was capable of the worse, and he preferred April to be alive.

But now, all of them were in the Technodrome, meaning that Krang could throw her in space any time.

Sighing, he walked back to the great hall knowing well what was about to happen.

"What is she doing here!" The high-pitched voice of Krang made him cringe.

"She got in with the turtles."

"We should get rid of her now!"

"You mean we should be evaluating the state of the Technodrome!"

Krang gave him a defiant look: "Where is she? She could make things worse by the minute!"

"I took care of that. She won't be a problem. Now let's take care of what is important."

Krang gave an angered cry before turning to a control panel. Taping some instructions, some graphs and numbers appeared on the screen.

"As you can see. We have less than a third of energy left. The damn turtles fried some of our computer and some of our batteries! Rounding it up, we don't know where we are and we barely have the energy left to make a single interdimensional trip."

Krang twisted his little tentacles, waiting for the question that he knew could only come from the stupider group members.

"But boss. I don't understand we can travel back no?" Beebop asked sheepishly.

Krang turned abruptly, sending his tentacles upward in a sign of great anger.

"No, you stupid moron! I said we don't know where we are! Which means we can't travel back to earth."

Beebop scratched his snout, thinking. "I still don't understand."

Krang was about to shout again but Shredder intervened: "Stop it already, your bickering won't lead us anywhere! We should better work on a way home. Before we collide with a planet."

"Well, that's the interesting part. We actually landed on a planet. No idea which one but still a planet."

"Perhaps we could go and ask for help?" Rocksteady said, looking like a child trying to help.

"When I look at you two, I don't know which one is the stupidest but, whatever, you both deserve an award! I'm a wanted criminal in dimension X. So, if we go out and find someone, we'll have a big target on us. And no way to protect ourselves with the Technodrome or the Foot Soldiers because we're missing power."

Rocksteady and Beebop seemed to tense at the idea, finally understanding what was at stake.

Shredder, not showing any sign of fear, came back in the discussion. "So, I guess we should run some equations to figure where we are and where my dimension is."

"That is more easily said than done. Half of our computers are fried. So it might take time."

"I'll find a way. As always."

"We might die before you find a way." Krang was again moving his tentacles excitedly, waiting for Shredder to ask what he had just implied.

"What is the problem then?", Shredder said with an angry tone, not liking what he sensed was about to be said.

"We won't have enough food to survive more than six months. And, to have enough energy to jump through dimensions we'll have to save it."

"Which means?"

"It means they'll be no automatic lights in the Technodrome, and that we'll have to cut on the heating expenses."

"We'll manage." Shredder gave a nonchalant shrug, ready to end this conversation and get on with what needed to be done.

But Krang didn't see things like that: "We should get rid of her before she makes things worst. If we kill her, we'll have enough food for 9 months."

"No. We're not killing her."

"It's a life or death choice. Killing her is giving us more chances to survive! End this petty infatuation already!"

"I said: We. Are. Not. Killing. Her!"

They were now facing each other, both equally red with anger.

"I like the reporter too! I want her to stay!" eagerly said Rocksteady.

"Yeah! Let's take her with us! She could be our pet!"

"What?" Shredder had suddenly turned to face the mutants. Daggers could be seen in his eyes.

"Yeah, you know, like in championships. There's that guy dressed as a kangaroo, jumping around!" gingerly said Beebop.

Relief washed over Shredder. Those two didn't plan to touch her, they were just too stupid to know the word mascot.

Krang chose to resign and said: "Do whatever you want with her as long as nobody gets out and she doesn't mess with the machines. And Shredder, you be cutting your food rations to give some to her. You want her to stay? Then you'll pay the price. I'll be working on saving the energy we have left and getting some computers to work. Shredder, you just find a way to get us back to earth."

He then went to his bedroom, definitely ending the conversation.

After all the shouting that had just occurred, the silence seemed eerie. Rocksteady and Beebop didn't know what to do, and Shredder was thinking what he should do now. Free the reporter or work first?

"Hey, boss…" Beebop said softly.

"What?"

"Well, we have nothing to do."

"You have something to do you moron. Wait quietly here. And don't interfere with my researches!"

Shredder turned to walk to the control room, preferring the calm of mathematics to what awaited him when he would see April, but Beebop stopped him.

"Well, yeah. But the reporter has nothing to do too. Perhaps we could do nothing together?"

"Definitely not happening. Don't even think about getting near her."

"We don't even know where she is boss…" piped up Rocksteady.

"Even better!" cried Shredder as he entered the control room.

OOO

Four hours had passed. He had worked his butt out on basics analyzing of the environment to no avail. The jungle-like planet was unknown to them. He had made a quick scan that had proven useful. There was life on this planet, animals or perhaps humans. But no ships or anything alike.

He looked a last time at the clock, in New-York city it was past midnight. He wanted to sleep after his shitty day but he also didn't want to leave the damn woman alone. His rational mind kept on repeating to himself that he couldn't trust her, that she would probably worsen their current situation. But he also had to admit he was afraid of what would happen to her if Krang suddenly changed his mind. Or if Beebop and Rocksteady suddenly got bad ideas like they always had.

Sighing heavily, he got up and walked to the bedroom where April was tied up. Beebop and Rocksteady were sleeping on the couches of the great hall. At least, they wouldn't bother him if they slept.

As he walked in the darkened corridors of the Technodrome, he tried to predict how she would act when he would free her. He knew she was about to hit him, probably trying to kill him if she managed to untie herself.

The door opened with a light "swoosh" and they immediately made eye contact. She was in the same position as before. Seeing her laying on a bed, tied to his wills woke up some dark fantasy in him but he immediately pushed them aside. He had already decided that the women brought more problems than he could cope with.

Switching on the lights, he came near her. As he was freeing her ankles he wondered why she wasn't shouting or crying like she did earlier. After her ankles, he freed her wrists. He now knew that he probably tied them to securely as she had angry red marks showing up on her lovely white skin.

"I have to go to the bathroom."

"It's that door." He pointed at the second door of the small room.

She got up slowly, obviously analyzing him and his actions. He didn't move, just watched her slowly going and locking herself in the bathroom.

He knew that there was no way out of this room other than the main door. The bathroom was small and had nothing more than soap and toilet paper. Nothing else was required in the "guests" rooms.

He weighted the manacles he had specially created for "the occasion". He really wished he could let her be, but he couldn't afford the risk. The risk of losing her, his or his friend's life.

She came back into the room looking a little better as she had managed to take off the ruined make up. She immediately spotted the manacles resting in his hands.

"What are you doing with that?"

He got up, facing her: "I'm sorry, I have no choice."

He closed on her, already feeling her tense up. "No, there's other choices possible. I won't bother you."

"I can't take you up on your words. Not this time, there's too much at stake."

He tried to keep his voice low but it came out a horribly cold way.

"No!" She suddenly jumped at him, managing to bring the heavy chain right into his left eye. The pain stroke him, incapacitating him for a second, but not enough for her to have a real chance to flee.

He caught her by the waist as she tried to pass by him and pushed her again on the bed. She landed face down, allowing him to secure her again and lock her wrists with the heavy metallic manacles.

"I knew you would do that eventually."

She answered nothing. But still sat on the edge of the bed when he got up, freeing her in the process.

She looked closely at the manacles, slowly understanding their functionment and he felt obliged to comment: "As you can see, those manacles will secure you but they also leave you a lot of freedom. You won't feel as free as a bird in a few days."

"I believe the fact that being locked in a room will be enough of a reminder that I'm currently chained down."

She gave him what was probably her meanest look. It hurt him a bit but it quickly faded away by the fact he knew he had no other options and that he was terribly tired.

"Let's sleep."

"What?" She seemed taken aback by his last sentence as she now had a wide look.

"I said let's sleep."

"I'm not doing anything with you." She said, angrily moving the manacle's chains to strengthen things out.

Shredder went to the bedpost and secured the other end of the chain, definitely chaining her to the bed.

"I just said let's sleep. I didn't mention anything else."

She gave him a confused look, obviously not believing him.

"You may believe what you want miss O'Neil but some are not charmed as easily as you think."

"Well, I didn't hear you complain last time."

"We're not talking about that."

He went out, closing the discussion there. He didn't want to speak about it any more than they already had. She told him her feelings, it was enough. No need to rub salt in the wound. Going to the next bedroom he came back with a fluffy blanket and a pillow.

"Why did you come back?" she hastily said as he entered the room.

"I'm sleeping here."

"What?"

She suddenly seemed a lot less assured.

"What are you afraid of? I'm not the one lurking others in bed." He dropped the blanket and the pillow on the floor while she silently pouted on the bed.

Of course, he had forgotten to change before coming to her. As she wasn't tied up anymore, he was too afraid to leave her alone. The damn women had many tricks up her sleeves. But he was also adamant on the fact he didn't want her near his room.

He would do without his pyjamas.

He switched off the lights and laid on the blanket.

None of them spoke to each other but eventually, April got under her own blanket and both fell asleep.

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