Chapter 5: Say Your Prayers
"The first of the swords was by all accounts a fine sword, however it is a blood thirsty, evil blade, as it does not discriminate as to who or what it will cut. It may just as well be cutting down butterflies as severing heads. The second was by far the finer of the two, as it does not needlessly cut that which is innocent and undeserving." Monk to Muramasa and Masamune, the sword masters.
Raellyn Jackson marched out the police station, seething as her men followed her out. They failed, and not even by a little- she could kill someone! She checked over her shoulder as they headed for the van waiting out back. Hun hated using his resources for dragons who didn't deserve it. Rae had an inkling they were in for hell once they got to the warehouse. The van, black and moderately inconspicuous, was standing under the cover of the station. If it weren't for the corruption in the law enforcement, they'd be in deep-
"Boss, we're real sorry." came the voice of her normally skilled member Linus. As if a sorry would magically fix the fact that she got her ass handed to her by a grotesque freak of nature, with martial arts skills.
"Don' wanna hear it…."
Rae was pissed, her skin crawled with agitation when she opened the door of the van and greeted Tiny. Big man, few words- wicked smile. She rubbed her face and leaned on the dashboard, not caring if her boys, her men, got in or not. By the end of this day she was going to be nothing but a whisper on the streets.
Built up my friggin' reputation fo nothin'! How the hell did weeks of plannin' an trainin' turn into such a screw up!?
Tiny grunted, starting the vehicle and taking off, he was ordered by Hun to give Rae a chance to redeem herself. Having paid her bail, Hun wanted something in return for his kindness. A rare kindness indeed.
Rae sat back, breathing out as she watched traffic passing by, her story was a simple one. Teenager gone bad when mommy and daddy didn't understand her needs and wants. She rolled her eyes and slumped her shoulders. This gang business was too risky for mistakes, and this wasn't her first mistake.
"The boss has a target fo' ya." Tiny's voice cut through the silence and Rae raised a brow, sending him a side-glance. "Who?"
Tiny didn't answer. It was for her to figure out and plan. It finally occurred to Raellyn that they weren't heading to the warehouse, but instead one of the Dragon owned clubs. She held her breath, of course Hun had this in plan for her. All he ever wanted to use was her body. She was curvy, muscular and her bust size wasn't exactly subtle. Ever since she was a teenager she struggled to be taken serious, people normally always wrote her off as a whore- and men, the bad ones, always fell in love with her set, before they realized her personality was overbearing. Rae bitterly crossed her arms, she was still in her dress from the night before, so this coordinated perfectly. It wasn't that she complained about her figure, she used it to its fullest potential, and the benefits far outweighed the cons. But, it meant that making a good impression in interviews for universities, or jobs, always had her second-guessing why they wanted her. Her skills, academic wise, was in words, lacking.
But life is life, and she was in the Purple Dragons now, using her assets to climb the ranks was her only goal in life.
"Where did you find it again?" Donatello was sitting at his desk in the corner of the living room, using his goggles to inspect the sword that his older brother had stumbled on mid-meditation. Meditation, a subject he chose to leave up for interpretation. They always did it as kids, but when they headed into their teens the urgency was less acquired of certain members of the family. So the only turtle who kept it up was Leo. Which means, when his older brother claims that meditation revealed the sword to him, Donnie was just a bit skeptical. Only slightly.
Leo sighed impatiently, "For the fifth time, behind the shelf by the weapons rack, Donnie. Clearly Sensei kept it there."
Donnie could see the slight twitch in his brother's eye. It seemed that the late night meditation had tired him out. "Leo how long were you meditating, exactly?"
Doctor mode activate.
Leonardo frowned and rubbed his forehead, "I don't know, I planned on meditating only two hours, when I woke up, it was well into the night already."
Donnie stood up and removed his goggles,"You don't normally zone out- what happened can you remember?"
Leo pursed his lips, in the past when he had told them of his "trips" they had laughed it off as mumbo jumbo. He glanced over at the sword, and shook his head, "Just tell me if you can identify the sword, Donnie."
Donnie blinked, slightly surprised that his brother evaded the question like that. He pulled a book from the shelf and opened it,"Fine fine- looking at the craftsmanship, and the way the hilt is designed. It looks to be similar to the style Muramasa made his swords. You know the sword maker that was part of that story Sensei used to tell us? The one where he challenged his master and it turned out that the swords he created were bloodthirsty blades that are only satisfied once they spilled blood-"
Leo tapped his foot, annoyed, "Yes Donnie, I am aware of the story, and the look of the blade, but the hilt reminds me more of his master, Masamune, which is impossible-"
Donatello inspected the sword again and nodded, "Historians speculate that Masamune and Muramasa lived too far apart to ever have been mentor and student. It could just be an imitator."
Leo nodded, "Could be- "
Silence hung in the air, for awhile Leo was caught in thought until Donnie decided to break the silence.
"So, the question on all our minds is- Why did Sensei have it and why was it hidden?"
Leo sighed and massaged his temples," It's what I was wondering about too- But my mind is a befuddled mess right now. "
Donnie gave him a slight nod and picked up the blade, staring at it before holding it out to Leo. "Why don't we skip training today and you go recuperate. Tonight we can head over to April's and see what she has to say about it. Afterall, she does specify in artifacts. "
"But-"
"Leo as your brother, I am concerned for you, it's as if you just aren't on the same plane as me right now. And as your doctor I say, go sleep." Donnie patted Leo's shoulder slightly and turned back to his work.
Leo walked into his room, pulled of his mask and set the sword on his dresser. He'd find a place for it as soon as he can. But Donnie was most likely right about sleeping. He was spiritually exhausted. The emerald turtle dropped down on his neatly made bed and moved his head unto his pillow, closing his eyes and not noticing the flicker of a purple aura on the blade of mystery.
The music blared, blasting through the speakers as warm bodies were pressed together in a hormone fueled mess. The club was booming in its full glory, with lasers and multi-coloured lights. The stage was littered with dancers, most of them selling out their their bodies, it was the way these things worked, you either consumed the drugs and alcohol, or you dealt it. It was the law of streets and the law of the clubs. Rae rested back against the bar, a bottle of beer in her hand as she downed it. Her soul belonged to Hun, she was one of his angels so to speak- when he said roll over she had to ask how much. And he said seduce and kill she had to say how far-
Raellyn took another sip of her beer, she was well into her third beer and the so called "target" hasn't shown his ugly face yet. She assumed he was ugly, previous clients were rich, pompous and gluttonous corporate pigs. Their grimy hands would feverishly seek her curvaceous body- she usually had them dead before they got too comfortable, it was always slow and painful for them. They did not deserve mercy- countless girls were victim to their ….desires. Rae was just not going to be one of them.
"Well, well, look who the cat dragged in." His dark eyes smoothed over her skin, taking in the strapless black dress with slight hunger.
Rae narrowed her gaze, Jayden Pierce, handsome- charming and about as trustworthy as a fox. Her lip curled as she downed her beer, setting it down the empty bottle, before facing him. "What ya want, Jay?"
Jayden raised a brow and smoothed his brown hair back before holding his neck and smirked, "Rae, sweetheart, all I want is you."
She blinked and lowered her gaze, poking his chest. "Oh yeah? Then explain ta me how Raven landed up down there- Pierce."
He chuckled darkly, putting his hand around her waist, pulling her towards him,"I made a mistake, Kitty-" he whispered by her ear.
Rae's eyes widened and she shoved him away, "Screw off ya bastard! Don' ya touch me-!"
Jay scoffed,"You think because Hun gave ya a second chance, ya can order me around, Rae?" he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. Grey eyes turned stormy as she stared directly into his empty orbs. "I made ya- ya would be nothin' witout MY word to Hun!"
She gasped and pulled her face away," Jackass!"
He clenched his fists, before visibly calming down, "Alright- let's talk some place more….private."
She shouldn't have followed him, she should have stayed in the loud, obnoxious environment of the club. And yet, there she stood outside in the alley, rubbing her arms as he lighted a cigarette. "I'm sorry, Rae. Honest- Raven was jus a quick little fling." His arm was at the side of her head, he blew the smoke away from her before offering her the cigarette. Rae eyed him suspiciously before taking it from him, taking a long drag.
"You know my heart belongs to you, Kitty-" he whispered to her.
The smoke came out her nostrils as she exhaled impatiently,"Empty words, Pierce. We've been around this bush before. An every time I end up wit' tha' short end of stick."
He chuckled and took the lighted cancer stick from her, "I know, but tonight's different." dropped it and stepped on it. "Yeah? How….?" Rae questioned, still suspicious of his intentions. "Tonight, I'll make it up to you-" He leaned down and took her chin in his hand again, smoothing over her lips with his finger.
Rae was failing, this was her weakness- she wish she knew how to break his spell.
"Jay-"
Their lips were inches apart and before she could speak again, he was kissing her.
No, what are ya doin' Rae? Ya idiot- don' let him do this to you again.
There was a time, she thought she was in love, that he would be her prince charming. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, as he smoothed his hand under her thighs, pressing her against the wall. Jay kissed down her jaw, before brushing his lips across her neck. Rae gripped his shoulders, biting back the gasp. He smirked arrogantly and trailed his mouth back up to hers, stopping momentarily, "I still know all your spots- "
Rae glared at him, smashing her mouth into his, shutting him up. He had no right! He didn't control her- the fight for who was on top continued, she hated to love him. Yes, there was a time she believed in love, the time before she lost her innocence to this asshole.
A time before she kept crawling back to him like a lost puppy because she knew no one else other than him when she wasn't playing Hun's little whore….
Rae pulled away, breathing heavily, her chest rising up and down, his hands roamed over her and she suddenly felt angry. Heartbroken- used and abused. "How- could ya-?" she demanded coolly.
Jay stopped and looked up, rolling his eyes, "What now? "
She put her hands on his chest and shoved him back with all her force, " I don't want this anymo!"
Rae marched away from him, embracing the polluted cold air, glad to have space.
Her back was turned to him, she stared at her hands, questioning everything. This was about climbing to the top, not having angry, pointless sex with Hun's second in command!
Rae turned, "I'm sick of ya! Ya don' jus march up ta me like ya own me!"
Jayden put his hands on his hips, stretching out, "Why do ya do this every time I just want a bit of that asset that Hun likes to use as he pleases? Haven't you realised yet, Rae? Ya really are nothin' ta tha Dragons than a bitch to be fu-"
The slap echoed off the alley walls, Rae snarled, "Ya listen ta me ya piece of shit! I spent years- YEARS- buildin up MY reputation. An every time I get close ta that goal ya show up, sweet talkin' me till ya get me in bed. It's ya way of controllin' me!"
Jay held his cheek, it was burning, but not as much as his temper. "Ya a failure, Rae. No one cares bout ya- not even ya own family does! Ya eitha accept that or I kill ya!"
She jerked back, her eyes widening, it hit her like a ton of bricks. He was the target, but that made her…..his target.
"I don't understand."
Jay laughed dryly as he clenched his fist, "Ya so desperate ta climb the top that you don't even realise how expendable ya really are."
The barrel of the gun was pressed to her forehead, why hadn't she seen him pull it out? She kept staring at him. How had she missed it? How did she keep missing these things.
"I really thought ya'd put up more of a fight, Rae. Really- thought ya were smarter than this." His grin was twisted as he switched the safety off, "You've always been a dumb bitch. "
Rae snapped out of her daze, grabbing his wrist and pointing the gun upwards as he pressed the trigger, the shot nearly deafened her, but she had to keep moving. Her heel met his gut as she shoved it in there with force.
Jay yelled out, dropping the gun and clutching his stomach where the deadly shoe was embedded in.
"That's for screwin me!" Rae turned and ran for it, heading out the alley and into the street, hailing a cab.
She wasn't going to be anyone's pawn ever again.
A/N: Thanks for the patience, here's another chapter. You guys get to know more about the sword and Rae.
Thanks for the favourites, views and reviews...
Don't own the turtles, or Dragons. But definitely own Jayden Pierce and Raellyn Jackson.
Um, not sure how accurate the story of the swords are, but I did look up a few resources so we'll see.
Next Chapter has a big reveal...
Will go back to Leo and his brothers soon.
Finally tell me if rating should change or not.
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