(Lisa's POV)
(takes place during season two)
This takes place after Tiger Claw joins the Shedder. Enjoy!
I'm a turtle, a giant turtle! My sister is a giant turtle. And I couldn't help her. Guilt changes to anger- anger at whoever did this. When I find the person responsible for this, I will personally wring his or her neck. Multiple people? I guess I can share a little.
I try to get up, but I guess my muscles haven't caught up yet. I scream in frustration, continuing my attempts to get up. On my third try, I finally succeed. I start pounding the bars, demanding that they let us out. My demands are met with laughter.
"You are not in good place to make commands, honey. And even if you weren't behind bars, you couldn't beat the eight of us as humans. What makes you think you can beat us as newly mutated turtles?" I glare at John. I'm about to make a witty comeback, but I'm interrupted by a giant BANG! I do my best to peer over John's shoulder, but he's too tall for me to see anything other the back of the Mary's sensei's head. She turns, revealing a scowl.
"All senseis with me." The other sensei's step forward. "You others stay with the experiment." She says pointing at our supposed competitors.
"Hai." They answer. They leave, and we listen to the sounds of battle. Someone unwanted must've shown up. I wonder if it's the people from the dojo…?
"So how's it feel to be a freak?"
Valentine mocks Catherine in particular, likes she's been doing all night. It looks kinda like what a girl from my old class did to me. I wonder…
"Catherine's better than you, isn't she?", I ask Valentine. Her face turns red faster than you can say 'Will you be my sweetheart'.
"No! I'm the best in my class! No one can beat me!", She almost yells at me. I definitely hit a soft spot. Cathy snorts.
"Yeah, except me. Bet that's why you agreed to this. I'd be out of the way.", Cathy spits. Valentine is going to pop. Unfortunately, her fireworks are interrupted. Several –ninjas?- run into the room. Even though our captors are armed and skilled, there is safety in numbers. Three times the amount of ninjas are in this room than ninjas-in-training. I try to get out of my cage again, (failing again) and so do my companions. Mary attempts to pick the lock, Cathy tries to bash through anything that can possibly be broken, as does Liz.
"Yes! I got it!" Mary whoops next to me. She pushes open the cage door and unlocks ours. Finally free! Somewhat. The ninjas have just finished off John, Manny, Jake, and Valentine. Or should I say, they finished off Jake. The others fell almost as soon as the fight began. I look around the room, scowling a tiny bit. I guess they didn't think we'd want revenge so soon.
"Hey, I wanted to kick Valentine's butt!" Cathy complained. I think about joining her, but I decide against it. They meant well.
"Our apologies." A girl ninja mocks. Then she looks at Mary. "We didn't expect you to be able to get out." She says it with a question in her voice. Mary shrugs and shows her the bobby pin. She nods.
"We should get going. The others are starting to come to." The girl is obviously the leader of the group. She isn't dressed in the baggy black pajamas like everyone else. She's wearing a flexible black jumpsuit with armor over it. She seems comfortable with us being turtles. Almost like she's used to it... I don't completely trust her and her group, but we don't have much of a choice. As we follow Ninja Girl quickly and quietly, I'm surprised we didn't hear more of the fight. There are people everywhere, some of which are our rescuers. Except…, I see several metal arms, heads, and chests with holes in the middle through-out the room. What the heck happened here? We run outside where a van waits for us, the driver motioning us inside. Not knowing what else to do, my companions and I follow his instructions. When the door shuts, the driver swerves away. Everyone gets seated on the highway, but there are no seat belts in this van. Ninjas; go figure. This is crazy!
"Okay, what the heck? Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful and everything, but you acted like you knew what we are. Who are you?" I fired at Ninja Girl. She takes a deep breath.
"Right. My names Karai, and I'm the second- sorry, third- in-command leader of the Foot clan. We knew about their experiment, yes, but we were unable to stop it." Karai pauses. I'm about to ask more questions, but she holds up her hand. "Let's skip the questions. I'll tell you everything I know about your attackers. They are known as the Turtles, and, very similarly to you, they are trained in the art of ninjutsu. Except they are not, well, not completely human. They are giant turtles, like you. Their sensei is a giant rat that they call Master Splinter.
We know Splinter as Hamato Yoshi, my father's arch-enemy. My father…we'll get to that later. We have accurate drawings of the Turtles and Splinter at head quarters. Their names are Leonardo, Michelangelo, Raphael, and Donatello. Again, we have pictures at HQ, I'll show you who is who there. As for why I didn't freak out, I work with a lot of mutants." Karai takes a breather. She looks at us, silently asking if she missed any thing.
"You missed a lot of things, but you can explain them later. Let's start with this: why are we going to your HQ?" Cathy asks.
"We're going to help learn how to use your new forms. Also, HQ is the only place to get information about the Turtles with your current appearance." Karai waves off the question like it's nothing. I scowl at her with Mary and Cathy. "Plus we can give you weapons." She finishes. Cathy drops her glare. Looking at one another, we nod.
"Well, when you put it that way…" Liz's sentence drifts. -
(This is a little brief on what happens in the next few months at headquarters.)
When we get to Foot HQ, we take the Foot soldier oath. Karai explained this to us on the way. In order for Master Shredder to be able to officially 'trust' us with information on the Turtles, we must become his loyal subjects. Mary almost backed out, but where exactly would she live? How would she get food and protection? Or, what really caught her, information? She really didn't have much of an option.
As soon as Cathy heard 'give you weapons', she was in. She wanted to use the chigiriki, but she's a little rusty and the Foot didn't have time to train us. So we all got the weapons that the traitor senseis gave us. Liz is happy as long as she had friends, which she found quickly in a soldier named Danny and the girl who's helping us gear up. Her name is Louise. I think Louise likes Danny, but I should probably keep my assumptions to myself.
After Louise helped us gear up we had these on: Cloth elbow and knee pads, foot and hand wraps, holders for our weapons, a belt for sherkins, blinding powder, smoke bombs, etc., bandanas, and, obviously, weapons.
Our bandanas are done up fancy; my baby blue bandana is in a single braid, Liz has two sunset orange braid loops down her back –the same way she did it when she was human-, Cathy's scarlet mask tails are flipped into a puffy ponytail type thing, and Mary is fitted with a loose violet twist. The bandanas all have really wide tails, so they were cut-able and contorted into some faintly human hairdo.
When we're done with our make-over, Danny is given the task of helping us practice our martial art in our new shells. It's harder than it sounds. The shells we have now are definitely less flexible than skin. According to Mary we don't technically have skin anymore. We have scales. It all feels the same though, excusing the slight roughness of our scales.
A few months later we can move normally, and we have a daily routine; our condition is almost bearable. But Liz is so sad. We were reported missing almost four months ago, and she wants so badly to explain to mom and dad what happened. She wants to reassure her friends at school too, but we have to stay hidden.
Cathy, on the other hand, won't leave the training room. She keeps throwing sherkins, tetsu, and fuki-ya darts at pictures of the barbaric looking Turtles. They hardly look like turtles. Actually, I'm a little curious on how they learned the art of ninjutsu; they hardly look smart enough to use a fork!
Mary's been quiet lately. I didn't know her that well before, but I know enough now to be suspicious of her silence. She's been studying a lot, trying to find out as much as she possibly can on the Turtles. Yesterday, she told me she didn't trust the Shredder. She said that she found some Foot security footage of a giant turtle with a red bandana and twin sai kicking some stuff around on nearby roof tops. This does raise questions, but the turtle was vandalizing rooftops, so even if the Foot exaggerated the Turtles appearances, if this is one of them, they must be telling the truth about their nature. That was the last time I saw her that day.
I don't know what to think about the Shredder. I like the people in his organization, but I've only met him once, and even then he was all business. We took our oaths and got out of his 'throne room' as Liz likes to call it.
The Turtles? I hate them. I've found enough about them in the past four months to know more or less how they operate. They beat up the Foot for just standing there, and they go out nightly to try and find someone or something to fight. Oh, I can't wait to meet them.