Chapter Four: Biter's Remorse
I've loved every fight I've fought,
with the devil!
I know the steps well...
I've fought since I could remember.
It's a fight no one can,
but many have tried!
I'll be fighting forever!
You better start believing in nightmares...
You're in one!
And it's a long way till dawn...
A little girl with flaming red hair woke up strapped to a cold, metal table. She gasped and struggled against her restraints, but nothing seemed to work! She struggled and struggled until her wrists started bleeding. She looked around and saw a few men dressed in white coats, standing around her like they were debating on what to do with her.
"Her brother didn't make it in the last experiment. She'll have to go." One of the lab coats said in a grim tone, sighing in defeat.
"But she's still alive!" Another protested, "She's got to be stronger than her brother! We can salvage this experiment."
The little girl blinked in shock. 'Neji is... gone?' She thought as pain stabbed her in her heart. Tears welded up in her eyes; threatening to fall.
"Erase her records and make sure everyone on this project is doing what they can to dispose of the dead one." The first scientist ordered in a final tone; leaving the girl's sight.
The remaining scientists looked down at the girl, and gasped in shock. The girl struggled and tried to free herself, but wasn't strong enough.
"Look at that. Her body is responding to the changes just as we had hoped." One of the lab coats says in a slightly surprised tone as looked down at the girl; pulling up some of her hair in front of her to get a better look at her.
True to their words, the girl's hair had more of a purple tint to it than it had before she was taken from her home.
"Her eyes have changed, too." Another one said in the same surprised tone as they observed the radical change in the girl's appearance.
"What did you do to me? Tell me now!" The girl demanded in a furious tone, thrashing around in her restraints.
The doctors looked at each other, and one of them placed a breathing mask over her mouth and nose.
"No! Let me go!" She begged and struggled to get free. After a few moments, the girl's body felt heavy and grew slower; weaker. She ceased any struggles and began to fall unconscious, listening to the doctors as best she could before they began to do what they were planning to do.
The last thing she heard was, "Allyce Sohma's records have been completely erased from any database known to man. She was never born..."...
Rage snapped out of the dream, and bolted up in the bed she had been lying on; gasping for breath while she looked around and found Donatello sitting near a computer, typing away at it. He looked over at the girl and smiled brightly at her.
"Oh, you're awake," Donatello said in a happy tone as he made his way over to her, "welcome back to the land of the living."
Rage blushed and rubbed the back of her neck. "How long was I out?" She asked in a groggy tone; looking around the room.
Donatello began checking her wounds on her upper arm. "You've been out of it for almost a whole day now." He answered as he let go of her arm. "I almost thought you went into a coma until you woke up just now."
Rage looked down at her hands in mock shame. "Sorry about that. I usually don't get much sleep."
"That's not good for your body, Rage." Donatello warned gently as he unwrapped the bandages around her arms.
"Yeah, and neither did the things S.T.A.R.S. Did to me." She replied in a bitter tone, letting out a weak sigh.
"Whatever. All that matters is that you're out of danger now. Your wounds are completely healed." Donatello said in a light tone as he offered her a proud smile. He looked down at his hands for a moment before he looked back up at the girl in front of him. "I hope you don't mind, but I took some samples of your blood while you out cold."
Rage shot the turtle a blank look. "I gave you permission a while ago, didn't I?" She answered with a lazy shrug. "So I was right about my DNA, was I not?"
Donatello gasped and nodded to attention. "You're right. Not a shred of human DNA. The bones in your body matched up with tigers I've seen in a zoology book I have."
Rage smirked down at her knees. "I told you so." She said in a pleased tone as she looked back up at him with a playful smile on her face.
"But besides all of that, how are you feeling?" He asked in a careful tone, hoping to make friends with the girl before him.
Rage smiled and flexed her arms; flinching as she did so. "I'm still a little sore, but that's to be expected." She answered in a bored tone. "It's been like that since I could remember. Mr. Kemo's training exorcises were more painful than this."
Donatello nodded in agreement. "I hear ya. Sometimes, Master Splinter can really run us to the ground with all the training that he puts us through."
Rage looked over at Donatello before she let out a laugh. "You sound just like Shino whenever we finished our training for the day." She told him in a gentle tone, as she smiled up at him.
"Who's Shino? Is he one of your younger brothers?" Donatello asked as he tilted his head to the side.
Rage nodded in reply. "Shino was the second youngest brother of us." She answered in a thoughtful tone as she smiled up at him. "He was always reading books or doing math problems. His head was always in the clouds. I was always jealous of him like that. Being able to dream without a second thought." She told him in a soft tone.
"You miss your family, don't you?" Donatello asked in a sad tone , looked down at his hands in remorse for ever bringing up the past.
"Yeah, but when I saw them that night you and your brothers happened by me. I looked in on them and found that they had gotten older and are very happy with a very old Mr. Kemo. When I think like that, it doesn't hurt so much. So, I'm okay. Besides, I'm sure you've learned that you should never dwell on the past." Rage reasoned with a playful wink.
Donatello blinked and rubbed his head. "I guess that makes sense." He said in a reasoning tone as he looked over at the girl with a smile.
Just as Rage was about to say something else, but her stomach growled, speaking up for her, and causing her to blush.
Donatello studdered for a moment, before he busted out in a polite laugh. "It looks like you're hungry. And who could blame you? You've been out for a long time."
"It feels like my insides are on fire from hunger." Rage said in a weak tone.
"Hey, can you stand? I'll help you to the kitchen and get Mikey to fix you something if you want." Donatello offered, holding out a hand to help her out of bed.
Rage took it and pulled herself out of the bed. "Thanks, Donnie." She said as she stood on wobbily knees. "A little bit of food never hit anyone, right?"
Donatello nodded and helped the girl out of the room. They approached the stairs, and Donatello looked over at the girl using his arm as a crutch. "Be careful, Rage. These steps could be a problem for you."
As soon as they made (with slow difficulty) to the kitchen, Donatello helped Rage into the chair. Once he made sure she was comfortable, he went around the table, and back out of the room. He called for Michaelangelo to come into the kitchen. He didn't expect Raphael to follow him, but he did. And once the two brothers came into the kitchen, they smiled/smirked at the girl sitting at the table.
"Hey, chickie! Good to see you're alive! I didn't ever think I'd see those awesome eyes again!" Michaelangelo shouted as he ran over to the girl, and hugged her tightly.
Rage laughed at the youngest brother's friendliness. "For someone who barely knows me, you sure are a friendly turtle." She said in a sisterly tone as she patted his shell awkwardly.
"Dat's Mikey for ya." Raphael said in a grumble; walking over to the two, and smacking Michaelangelo on the head. "Let the girl breathe, Mikey! For cryin' out loud! You're squeezin' da air outta 'er!"
"It's alright, Raphael-san." Rage said in a soft tone. "He kinda reminds me of how Tyson when we were younger."
Raphael blinked at the girl, as he sat down at the table beside her. "Who's Tyson?" He asked as he looked over at her.
"He was the youngest brother between us." Rage explained as a matter of fact, "He was always able to make any one of us smile when we needed it. He was so funny around christmas and halloween. Always goofing off or making jokes about whatever he could."
"It sounds like you miss your brothers, Rage." Splinter said in a fatherly tone as he walked into the kitchen, and sat across from her and Raphael.
Donatello chuckled and folded his arms over his chest. "I thought so, too, sensei." He said in a light-hearted tone as he smiled at the old rat beside him.
"It's not like I can go back to them. And it looked like they moved on with their lives. So, I'm fine with the way things are with them." Rage told Splinter with a smile. "And if we're being truthful, your sons remind me so much of them that it's like they're here with me again." She added; looking between them with a kind smile. "When I think like that, it doesn't hurt so much."
"That is good to hear, child." Splinter said with an understanding nod, as he watched his youngest son make himself useful in the kitchen. "I can tell that you are very mature for your age."
"Arigato, Splinter!" Rage said with a happy smile as Michaelangelo handed her a cup of warm tea; thanking him in Japanese.
"Jus' how old are ya, Rage?" Raphael asked as he turned sideways in his seat to get a better look at the humaniod beside him.
Rage smirked at the red-banded turtle beside her. "How old do you think I am, Raphael-san?" She asked in a playful tone.
Raphael blinked in surprise, not really knowing what to say. "Uh- I'm not good with guessing someone's age." He said in a blunt tone; taken by surprise at the girl's response.
Rage smiled in response, and leaned forward. "Oh, come on, Raphael-san!" She encouraged, "Just take a guess. I won't bite, I promise!"
"I don't know..." Raphael said in an unsure tone, "16 or 17." He finally answered, taking a quick gulp.
"You don't look like you're very old, Rage." Michaelangelo said in a brotherly tone as he looked over his shoulder at her.
Rage chuckled at the turtles around her. "You were pretty close, you know. I'll be sixteen on January the eleventh." She answered in a proud tone as she leaned back in her seat, and took a drink of her tea.
Donatello leaned forward in his seat and stared at Rage in disbelief. "No way!" He said in shock. "You're just as old as we are! I thought with the way you think that you had to be a lot older than that!"
Rage smiled brightly at the turtle across from her. "Nope, I'm 15!" She said in a childish tone.
Splinter smiled at the teenagers around him. "You have the body of a 15 year-old, but the mind of an ancient one." He stated in a pleased tone, lifting his cup of tea to his lips, and taking a sip.
"Mr. Kemo used to think so, too!" Rage said with a sweet smile. "But I'll let you in on a dirty little secret: I wasn't always like this. I used to have the temper like you wouldn't believe! When I got angry, nothing could hold me down!" She said with a laughing shake of her head.
Michaelangelo laughed at the girl behind him. "I'm glad you're not like that anymore, Rage, 'cuz we don't need another Raph runnin' around here!" He said in a joking tone.
Raphael growled and balled up his fist in rising anger. "Keep talkin', Mikey..." He warned in a threatening tone. "I'll show ya a tempa..."
Rage placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. "Take it easy, Raphael-san. Michaelangelo is just joking around... right?" She asked, looking over at the turtle working at the stove.
"Jus' call me "Raph" and we'll call it even." The red-banded turtle said in a defeated tone as he relaxed his tense muscles.
Rage laughed at the turtle beside her. "Deal." She said in confirmination.
"And you can call me, "Mikey"!" Michaelangelo said in a goofy tone; handing Rage a dish of scrambled eggs and bacon on the side. "Only Master Splinter calls us by our full names. 'cept for when I get in trouble, which happens quite often."
Rage grinned at the two and nodded. "Okay. I get it." She held her hands up in surrender. She looked around, and found that the oldest brother had yet to enter the room, and wondered where the blue-banded turtle was.
"Umm- correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't believe Leonardo is here." Rage stated in a formal tone as she looked around for the said turtle.
Splinter nodded in understanding. "My son has headed up to the surface for some extra training. He should be back soon." He said in a gentle tone, as he looked up from his tea.
Rage nodded in response. "I thought I was in the swers." She said in a thoughtful tone as she looked up at the ceiling; causing the turtles to jump in their seats.
Michaelangelo chocked on his milk, and looked over at the girl in disbelief. "Ya knew we were in da sewer da whole time?" He asked as he stared at the girl beside him.
Rage smirked at the turtle beside her. "Remember when I thought that DNA they swapped me with was super-charged?" She asked in a questioning tone as she stared at him in the eye.
Michealangelo gulped and nodded; dreading the answer to come. "Uh-huh." He answered.
"Well, thanks to the DNA inside of me now, I can see everything, hear everything, and smell everything." Rage told the orange-banded brother in an all knowing tone; lifting a finger into the air. "I may not see where I am, but I can tell by the smell of mud that we're near the ground. And I can hear the subway above our heads."
Michealangelo blinked in confusion, and scratched his head. "Uh- translation, please?"
Donatello slapped his forehead in frusteration. "Basically, she put two and two together." He said in a frusterated tone.
"Does S.T.A.D|R.S. Did a real numba on ya, didn't they?" Raphael asked in an angry tone; balling up his fists in rage.
Rage gasped and looked down at her food. "It sucks, but what's done is done." Rage said in a quiet tone, "Sometimes, life knocks us down, but it's our choice to get back up or stay down, and I was never one to stay down." She said in a determined tone as she looked up at the hot-tempered turtle square in the eye.
Splinter nodded in agreement. "It's never good to dwell on the past. Your teacher has taught you well."
Rage nodded once. "Thank you, Master Splinter." She said in a sweet tone.
After breakfast was finished and everyone had their meal, Michaelangelo picked up the dishes, and placed them in the sink. Rage slowly stretched the muscles in her hands. It looked as if she had done it without her knowing.
Donatello caught it, and looked over at Rage. "So, Rage, what was that fighting style you used on the Purple Dragons you fought the night we met you?" He asked; starting another conversation.
Raphael chuckled and cracked his knuckles. "I like the part where you jumped on dat Purple Dragon's shouldas an' threw 'im backwards!"
"Did someone say, "Fighting style"?" Leonardo asked as he walked into the room; causing Michealangelo to look up and hand him a plate of breakfast.
Master Splinter smiled proudly at his oldest son, as he walked over towards his side, and sat down at the table. "Welcome back, my son." He declare, "Rage, was just about to reveal her fighting style to us."
Leonardo looked up at Rage in interest. "I was wondering about that style," he commented in an unsure tone, "it looked kinda familiar. Like I've seen it somewhere."
Rage shrugged lazily and leaned back in her chair. "It's my own version of Kung Fu. Nothing special."
Michaelangelo slammed his hands on the table, and leaned forward in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? That thing you did where we thought you were going to kill that guy was totally 9.95 on the awesome-meter!"
Rage blushed in embarrassment and rubbed the back of her head. "It's not that great." She said in a modest tone, not looking at anyonein the eye.
"Don't sell yourself short, Rage. You were awesome back there!" Donatello said in a an encouraging tone.
Splinter nodded in agreement. "From the way my sons explained how you fight, Rage," he said in a fatherly tone, "you could teach them a few things."
"I'm glad you're a good guy, 'cuz I don't wanna have to get my shell handed to me! I'd hate to be the Purple Dragons when they wake up." Michaelangelo stated as a matter of fact. "Headache central, man!"
Rapaheal hooked an arm around the girl beside him in a friendly way. "Jus' admit you have some killer moves so Mikey could shut up." He said in a happy tone as he looked over at the youngest brother.
Rage laughed out loud and smiled up at the family around her. "Okay, maybe I have some talent." She admitted in a good natured tone, "But I wouldn't even think of martial arts if it hadn't been for Neji pushing me and telling me I could go all the way."
Leonardo smiled thoughtfully at the girl beside him. "Why don't we all go to the dojo and you could show us a few things?" He suggested, trying to get off the topic of the past.
Rage looked over at the katana wielding turtle. "You wouldn't want to learn what I had to." She stated bluntly. "I didn't learn Kung Fu or Karate the way you four learned how to fight."
Donatello blinked over at Rage in confusion. "Really? Why's that?" He asked, wanting to know.
"The way I learned the basics of karate was very different from the way anyone else was taught." She answered in a serious tone, looking over at the turtles. "Besides, I wouldn't want to mess up Master Splinter's teachings. It'd totally confuse you boys." She added with a playful wink.
Splinter waved the girl's comment off and smiled at the girl. "It is alright." He said in a pleased tone, "My sons could have more of an open mind."
Rage sighed and gave up her struggle. "Sure. I think we could from each other." She agreed, slowly getting up from her seat. "I don't see any harm in learning a few basic techniques."
The turtles cheered and jumped up; running towards the dojo. Something about learning fighting techniques really got Leonardo and Raphael excited.
Donatello looked over at Rage, and watched her walk towards the exit. "Are you alright to train, Rage? I mean- you are still pretty sore from the other day." He said in a worried tone as he reached for the girl.
"I'm alright. Training helps get all the kinks out of me, ya' know?" Rage said with a wink as she walked with the two younger brothers; allowing them to guide her towards the dojo.
Leonardo stood patiently for the girl to give them intructions, while Raphael was tapping his foot impatiently.
"We'll begin with a simple breathing technique. It's designed to help improve your reflexes and clear your mind." Rage stated as she took her place in front of the four.
Rage placed her hands together, and held them out in front of her. She locked her elbows, and looked at the brothers. "Breathe in through your nose, and bring your hands to your chest." She instructed; smiling softly when they copied her movements. "Now, point your fingers to the ceiling, and exhale through your mouth while raising your hands to the air." She said, showing the turtles in example.
She looked over at Leonardo, and shook her head. His elbows weren't as locked as hers, and walked over to him. "Your elbows aren't locked up enough, Leo. Here," She said as she placed one hand under his elbow, and gently pushed it upwards; locking it further. "like this."
Raphael chuckled in repsonse. "Who wouldda thought dat Leo wasn't as perfect as we thought!" he said as he laughed; causing Leonardo to glare at his younger brother.
Rage looked over and glared at the turtle. "One thing I take very serious is training, and I will not hesitate to dish out some humiliting punishment." She told him in a firm tone, "Stand in front and give me twenty-five backflips."
"But-!" Raphael began to protest.
"You want to make it fifty?" She warned firmly, earning a shake of his head. "Then get moving, pal." She said as she pointed to the front.
Michaelangelo began laughing at the troublemaker, losing his composture. "Raph got schooled by a girl!"
Rage turned her glare to the youngest turtle, and pointed to the front. "You, too, Mikey. Twenty five backflips." She commanded in a punishing tone.
"Aw shell!" Michaelangelo whined and went over to the front. He placed his arms in front of him, and began doing his backflips. "One..." He said as he walked over to his original position, and repeated the process.
Rage smiled sisterly at the two and turned her attention back to the two remaining turtles. "Now, back to breathing." She said as she stepped back and went back to seeing how they were fairing. Donatello looked like he was having some trouble keeping his hands together when he raised them into the air.
"I don't see how we have to do this breathing technique, Rage." He said in an unsure tone as he looked over at the girl. "I mean- we already know our breathing techniques and all."
"Trust me, Donnie, it'll help with your reflexes." She said as she looked over at the oldest brother with a smile. "I'll show you. Leonardo, front and center." She commanded, waiting for the turtle to approach her. "I'll prove it."
"Uh-okay. What do you want me to do, Rage?" Leonardo asked in a puzzled tone as he tilted his head to the side.
"I want you to attack me." Rage said in a firm tone; looking the turtle before her in the eye.
She began doing her breathing technique and looked up at the turtle. "Just give me a simple, hook to the face. Nothing special. If it helps, pretend you're a stupid bad guy who wants to knock me out."
Leonardo nodded unsurely, and pulled his fist backwards, thrusting it forwards, he aimed for Rage's left cheek. Rage quickly blocked the attack with her right wrist and pushed Leonardo onto his back with both opened hands. She smiled faintly at the turtle and helped him get to his feet.
"You see, Donnie? This technique helped increase my reflexes just like I said it would." She told the bo staff expert with a knowing smile. "After about five more times with this, I'll show you how to do a simple sword-hand block just like the one I used on Leo."
Donatello nodded and went back to his breathing technique. After a few more moments, Michaelangelo and Raphael soon returned to their original spots on the matt; not looking very pleased with the punishment they had to endure. Rage caught the angry glares from the two and shook her head.
"I'm sorry I made you do backflips, but you should learn quickly that karate is my way of life. I take it very seriously." She said in an apologetic tone, smiling sadly at the two.
She looked over towards Raphael. "It's not I did it to make you mad at me, but karate is technically all I have left of my human life."
She then turned her attention towards Michaelangelo. "It wasn't nice of you to make fun of Raph when he was being punished, Mikey. How you like it if I did the same to you if you were showing me a move or something that you liked doing?" She brought up a good point.
Before anyone could comment on the girl's point of view, she clapped her hands once and straightened her body up. "Okay, breathing is done. I'm gonna show you step by step sword hand block; starting with the left hand." She said as she cracked her knuckles and got into a position.
She used her right hand to make a small circle near her hip; using the momentum to move her upper body slightly to the side, and the left hand made a larger circle that ended up near her face; causing her head to move to the oppisite direction. She switched hands and showed the others how it would look like a reflection.
"It's one of the first moves I learned in karate. Mr. Kemo had the hardest time getting me to perfect my forms with this one." She told them as she smiled over at them.
She looked over at Raphael, and noticed his form needed some correcting. She sighed and went over to him. "You're doing good, Raph, but you need to make the arm near your hip lock up more." She told him as she moved his arm like he should. "Other than that, you're doing a very good job." She told him in an encouraging tone.
She looked over at Donatello, and went over to him. "And you're not making your block wider. It's all in the wrists, Donnie. The purpose of this technique is to use your wrist and not you hand to block an attack." She told his as she moved his arm in a wider circle. "There you go, Donnie!" She said in a proud tone. Donatello opened his arms wider, looking more like how Rage first showed him. "Now you're getting it!"
She looked over at Leonardo and saw he had perfect form, and smiled at him. "That's the way to do it, Leo! You're a quick study!" She said proudly.
Once she was satisified with everyone's improvement, Rage thought it was time to see if they were ready to put it to the test.
"Now, let's see how well you've learned the sword-hand block." She told them in a readied tone. She looked over at Leonardo and Michaelangelo, and beckoned them to the front. "Leonardo, I want you to be the stupid bad guy again, and attack Mikey." She told him in a teaching tone, pushing him and Michaelangelo to face eachother. "Begin!"
And just like that, Michaelangelo blocked Leonardo's attack with his fist. Rage shook her head. "That's good, Mikey," she began, "but the whole purpose of karate is not to use your fists." She told him in a disapproved tone. "Karate was developed in the early 1600's called "te" or "hand"." She told them, as she showed them her empty hand. "It wasn't until later when it was called, karate or "Empty hand". The sword hand block is meant to push your attackers attack away from your face or shoulder."
"I'm starting to get it now." Michaelangelo said in a realizing tone; catching onto what the girl was trying to say.
Rage nodded and looked at the two turtles. "Now, again." She demanded in a final tone, watching the two take their positions. This time, Michaelangelo braced his wrist, and used it to push Leonardo's hand away from his face. "Very good, Mikey! Now, it's Leo's turn. So, you're the stupid bad guy now, Mikey."
Leonardo nodded and prepared to defend against Michaelangelo's attack. It was a perfect block, and Rage clapped her hands. "Very good, Leonardo! You've learned the sword hand block well!" She stated in a proud tone. "Now, let's take it to the next round... Raphael and Donatello, front and center."
The two obeyed the girl and took their brothers' position. "Raphael, you're the dummy." She told them as she looked up at the turtle. "Just throw a slow hook to his face, and Donnie, use your wrist to block the shot." She said as she looked at both of them now. Taking a slight step backwards, she clapped once at the two ninja turtles in front of her.
Donatello caught on quickly to what Rage had told his younger brother, and forced his wrist to the side; using it to push Raphael's fist away from his face.
Rage clapped and cheered at the turtle in praise. "Well done, Donnie! Now, it's Raph's turn." She said as she watched the two switch roles.
After Rage felt like they had learned the move, she allowed them to take a break; congradulating them, as they all sat down in exhaustion. Rage smiled and sat with them.
"I don't think I've ever worked so hard in my life!" Michaelangelo whined as he tried to catch his breath.
"Speak for yourself, Mikey!" Donatello chimed in as he fell backwards spread eagle on the mat below him.
Rage smiled at the two young turtles before her. "It wasn't that bad, was it?" She asked in a sisterly tone, "The training I had wasn't anything like what I just gave you."
"So, how was training back in your day, Rage?" Leonardo asked as he looked over at the girl beside Raphael.
Rage smiled cheerfully at the blue-banded turtle and giggled. "It was a lot like Karate Kid." She said in a sincere tone. "I wasn't doing so well on my forms, so I copied the idea from the first three Karate Kid movies."
Raphael stared at the girl in disbelief. "You gotta be kiddin' me! There's no way you could learn anythin' from dose movies!"
"I got a piece of you, didn't I?" Rage asked with a challenging smirk. "Relax. Mr. Kemo was an immagrant from Kyoto, Japan, and mastered the arts of karate."
"So where did you come up with that style, Rage? I mean, from the way you fought, I could tell you had been learning karate for almost as long as we've been learning ninjutsu!" Donatello wondered in an excited tone as he propped himself up on his elbows to look at the girl in front of him.
"Whenever I was practicing by myself, I'd listen to my favorite music, and get so into it that I'd move to the beat. After a while, I got so used to it that it just became apart of my style." Rage answered in a thoughtful tone; looking up to the ceiling and back into her glory days.
"Why don't you show us?" Leonardo suggested with an easy shrug of his shoulders.
"Nah, it's alright." Rage waved the turtle's offer off. "I can't really practice when someone watches me."
"I can help you with that." Donatello offered as he jumped up and ran off into this room to retrieve something.
"And I can help with the music!" Michaelangelo added in an excited tone as he followed Donatello's example and running off to his room.
Rage blinked up at the vanishing turtles and over to the two oldest brothers. "Uh- are they always like this?" She asked Raphael in a blunt tone.
Raphael laughed out loud at the girl beside him. "You have no idea."
Leonardo grinned as he looked back to see Donatello rejoin them, carrying the yellow Stealth Hunter bandana. "You'll get used to it." He said in a reasurring tone; looking back at the girl with an encouraging smile.
Michaelangelo came back with his boom box, and held it up for everyone to see. "I got the music!" He declared as he ran over to the wall, near Raphael's punching bag, and pulled the boom box in.
"I got the solution to your problem!" Donatello said proudly as he held the bandana up to show Rage.
Rage laughed and stood up; looking around. "Where's my jacket and my bag?" She asked as she tried to pretend to look for the items in question.
"Why do you need those things to practice, Rage?" Leonardo asked as he stood up and looked over at the girl in front of him.
"Well, I always have that jacket on whenever I train, and I'm sure I had my c.d. Player in my bag." She told them as a matter of fact. "I'm sure I have a song that you might connect to on it."
"I'll get it!" Michaelangelo volunteered as he ran off to find his older brother's lab...