TMNT

Mutant Kunoichi

A girl from our world is somehow transported to the TMNT world, where she is subjected to becoming a mutant not in body, but in spirit. Protected by the turtles, and hunted by Foot Clan, will she find protection or even love?

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Sneaking Out – Angel's Battle

The day before Valentine's Day was a Saturday, and I was happy from the break from school…or was I?

Somebody (probably Keno) had snitched to Donatello that I had a lot of maths problems to solve – and it was due in on Monday, for my least favourite class, algebra. Which was how I found myself up at practically the break of dawn, nearly falling asleep over my papers whilst Donnie helped me.

"The answer?" Donnie was looking at me.

"Why?" I replied.

"Good," Donnie said encouragingly. "And X?"

"No, Donnie, I mean why do I have to know all this stuff anyway?" I leaned back in my chair. "When do you have to use algebra in real life anyway? Don't answer that…" I said quickly, when the brainiac turtle opened his mouth to answer me. I sighed. "How did you get to be so smart, anyway?"

"Was that a rhetorical question?" Donnie wanted to know. "How does anybody get to be good at anything?"

"Hard work and perseverance?" I guessed. "If at first you don't succeed, try and try again? Discipline?"

"Yes, yes, and yes," Donnie laughed (he had a nice laugh). "Now, come on Ems, just finish these next seven problems and you can go back to bed."

I stifled a yawn. "It was that obvious?"

"You look half dead." Donnie observed.

I'm worrying about tomorrow, is what I'm doing… I thought miserably, just as a white blur that could only be Hato streaked past me, followed by a larger orange creature that was Klunk.

Mikey ran out of the other room.

"Your cat had better not eat my bird, Michelangelo!" I yelled, jumping up to join in the chase. "Or else I'll 'Force Palm' him!" I mimed the act of hitting someone from below with the heel of my palm.

"Who calls it that?" Mikey wanted to know, as I hurried over to him.

"I can call it that, it's my name for it." I replied stubbornly, judging where Hato was going. "It's a pretty nifty attack, I might use it."

"Yeah, and you're not even a ninja." Raphael had just come out of his room. He and Donnie had only heard the second part of my statement, though.

"Well, look who's up early for once." I shot back. Despite everything, my relationship with Raphael was still tense. "Donnie, be a sweetheart and finish my papers for me, will ya?" I asked the turtle in the purple bandana, putting all the sweetness and sincerity I could into the question.

"Sweetheart?" Donnie and Raphael repeated in unison. Donnie was blushing slightly.

I turned scarlet.

Just then, there was a resounding metallic crash, followed by a high-pitched mew, and then Master Splinter's voice yelled: "Michelangelo!"

"Oh no, Hato went into Sensei's room!" I cried, and ran in that direction.

In there, I found a disaster scene – all of Splinter's stuff was lying on the floor, and Klunk had Hato backed up against a wall. Hato's feathers were all ruffled up, and Klunk's hackles were up; he was hissing. The look in his eyes said 'lunch time'.

Mikey and I lunged for the cat at the same time – and subsequently ended up crashing into each other.

The result was Hato being able to make her escape and flying up to perch on Master Splinter's walking stick. Raphael and Donnie ran into the room, followed by Leo and someone I didn't know, but that's not what I was focusing on. Michelangelo was lying on the floor, slightly dazed. And I was lying on top of him, with the full weight of my body (all forty three kilograms of it) resting on him, because I had Klunk in my hands.

"You'd never know this cat was such a sweetie pie most of the time." I muttered, and then I realized how I was lying.

Michelangelo and I stared at each other for a moment, before the person I didn't know said: "Woohoo, didn't know you'd gotten yourself a girlfriend, Mikey!" His voice reminded me of Casey Jones and, sure enough, when I looked over, there was the dark-haired young man in the red singlet and dark blue sports pants. The expression on his face annoyed me, as I quickly got off of Mikey, who was stammering something about 'she's not my girlfriend' and 'she's just a friend' and 'only romantic friends do this' and (the one that reminded me of Sam Witwicky) 'I'm not – I mean, I could be…'.

Luckily, no one was looking at me to see my face now the colour of Casey's singlet. Master Splinter, Mikey and Leo were all glaring at Casey, Don and Raphael were glaring at Mikey, and Casey had a totally innocent expression on his face as he said: "What I'd say? Me and April do it all the t- ."

The four turtles, Master Splinter and I all groaned.

"There is such thing as too much information, Casey!" Donnie informed him, looking slightly green (if you know what I mean).

"I'll say." Raphael muttered, although he glanced up at me when I looked at him, and then looked away quickly.

That night, Mikey was once again left behind whilst the others went out on patrol. He wasn't happy about it – I could tell, because I'd just beaten him for the fifth time at Super Fabio Kart, and usually the teenage turtle thrashes me.

I put down my controller with a huff. "This is ridiculous!" I exclaimed softly, so that only Mikey could hear me.

The turtle gave me a surprised look. "What?" He asked.

"Just wait here, I'll be back!" I hurried off to my room.

I returned a few minutes later, dressed in a brand new outfit – a black t-shirt with a red hoodie, black jeans and black boots (without a heel).

"How do I look?" I asked him, standing in front of the TV. Somehow, I reckon I could pass as a boy if I wanted to!

He blinked a few times, and something akin to a blush appeared on his face. "F-fine," He stammered. "But…?"

"Good," I said, turning on my heel and heading towards the entrance to the lair (I couldn't think of it as my lair, yet). I also took a pair of sunglasses out of my pocket and put them on – the same sunglasses Leo makes me wear to school, even though there is no sun these days.

"Wait!" Mikey got up off the couch and followed me. "Where are you going! ?" He called.

"Ssh!" I hissed dramatically. "Do you want your Sensei to know we're sneaking out! ?"

"Sneaking…out?" Mikey blinked some more. "Uh…" I started to head off again. "But, Ems, wait, I'm supposed to keep an eye on you, remember?"

I'm not a little kid, Mikey, I don't need a baby-sitter! I thought. But, what I said was: "So then, keep an eye on me topside! Come on, I want to see the city at night!"

Mikey had no choice but to follow me, since I'd probably end up getting lost in the sewers if I went alone. "Is this how Leo feels when we drag him away like this?" The young turtle wondered.

"I'm no genius," I said, locating the stairs. "But the answer is…maybe. So, speaking of Leo…where do you think he and the guys went?"

"Not sure…" Mikey pondered this for a moment, as I climbed up the ladder and checked the surroundings after removing the manhole cover. "Oh!" He thought of something, as I climbed up into the open, and he jumped out after me (the show-off). "Wait, I think I know…" He glanced at me sideways. "But…it could be dangerous."

I smiled what I hoped looked like a smirk. "Danger is my middle name." I told him.

"I always thought it was Lauren," Mikey grinned. "But, whatever, let's go!"

"Do you think Sensei knows we're gone?"

"Nah, he'll never know."

No One's P.O.V:

Back in the lair, from his spot in front of a shrine to Kami, Splinter opened his sharp eyes, before sighing. "Kids." He muttered, picturing the amount of mischief and possible danger Emma and Michelangelo would get themselves into. "I am going to…pray some more." He decided, before closing his eyes and concentrating.

Michelangelo's P.O.V:

"Is that who I think it is?" Emma's voice was barely a whisper to my left – she was afraid of letting herself be heard. I didn't blame her – I was fairly freaked out myself.

We were perched at a high vantage point, watching a group who call themselves The Purple Dragons converge in an old abandoned warehouse. The Purple Dragons are among the nastiest of the gangs that fight for dominance in the ever-changing city of New York. They, along with The Foot, are some of our toughest enemies, but we still manage to beat them every time. I didn't think the guys would appreciate it if I let Emma get mixed up in all of this, however, and was just about to suggest we leave, when things turned interesting.

Hun marched into the warehouse, and I heard Emma stifle a gasp – she obviously recognized the blonde, big (ugly) man from the TV shows in her world.

Behind Hun were two more Purple Dragons, and they were dragging another, smaller figure along with them. A young girl, with purple pigtails…

Emma grabbed my arm. "Angel!" She whispered, hoarsely.

I nodded grimly, anger worthy of Raphael welling up inside of me. Angel is a good friend of ours, a twelve year old girl who got mixed up with the Purple Dragons, but is really just not like them at all. She'd gotten out of that crowd (with Raph's help) – so what was she doing with them now?

We were about to find out.

"You think you can just get out of the Purple Dragons! ?" Hun sounded angry, and then he drew his hand back and slapped Angel across the face.

Emma's nails dug into my arm.

Angel had a thin trail of blood trickling from her mouth, but her dark eyes were full of fire as she looked up at Hun and said: "Go to hell, you Foot Ninja reject."

I had to hide my eyes, as I heard a second slap. Hun was gonna pay for this. Where were my brothers?

I glanced at Emma – I couldn't just leave her here – and then I was almost taken aback, by something akin to fury in her eyes. I'd never seen a girl look that angry before. She pushed her glasses up her face.

"We'll teach you what it means to leave the Purple Dragons, kid," Hun was saying. "Remember what they said?"

"Nobody leaves alive." The rest of the gang intoned.

Angel didn't say anything – but Raph did.

"Then I hope you weren't planning on walking out of here in one piece!" He slammed into Hun with enough force to knock the big guy off his feet, as Don and Leo quickly took care of the two guys holding Angel.

"Run!" Leo advised our young friend who, for once, did as she was told.

That was when the situation seemed to get a little bit dicey, because my brothers were outnumbered, and Hun seemed intent on reaching Angel to…well, I didn't want to think that far ahead.

More and more Purple Dragons kept on pouring in – where were they all coming from, anyway?

"Sure wish Mikey were here!" I heard Don say, as he knocked out two Purple Dragons. "We could use an extra pair of hands here!"

"So do I, but then you know Em would probably have tagged along!" Leo reminded him, and I nearly laughed at the pure irony of it. God, my brothers have that girl pegged already!

However…Don was right…he and the others were outnumbered six to one.

"Touché, Leo." Don replied, before the two of them lost sight of each other.

My brothers were doing well, but there was no way they could be in five places at once. It was only a matter of time before Hun reached his objective.

"Angel!" Raph called to her, but there was nothing he could do because he had four different Purple Dragons on him (I didn't remember there being so many of them…).

Hun had Angel held up by the throat, and up against a wall.

"Now you'll get exactly what you deserve!" He growled.

"Angel!" Donnie shouted. But, he was tied up at that crucial moment – literally.

"Angel!" Leo couldn't do anything either.

But I could! I turned to my left to tell Emma to stay put – and found that she was already gone.

I barely had time to register my shock, when I saw a streak of crimson down on the ground below. It was moving in fast towards Hun, who had drawn back his fist and was about to punch Angel straight in the face.

My mouth dropped open and stayed that way, as the figure in the red hoodie got right between Hun and Angel, and executed a perfect Roundhouse Kick, straight where a guy most certainly does not want to be kicked.

"Ooh!" Every man in the vicinity flinched involuntarily, whether they were human or turtle.

Hun howled with pain (I felt maybe a tiny bit sorry for him, from one guy to another) and dropped Angel, but the red-hooded figure wasn't finished yet. Drawing back their left hand, they lunged out, and the heel of their palm connected solidly with Hun's chest.

"Force Palm…" I whispered, and watched in shock as Hun flew backwards, crashing into six Purple Dragons and allowing Donnie to free himself from the chains. "Emma…"

I watched as Emma, her left hand clutched tightly to her chest (had she injured it?) grabbed Angel by the wrist with her good hand, and dragged the slightly stunned girl out of the building.

"Get that guy!" Some Purple Dragon yelled.

"Who the shell was that?" I heard Leo say, and watched Donnie shrug.

Raph was nowhere to be seen.

Only then did I snap out of my trance, and follow after the two girls.

Outside, Emma was like Raph – nowhere to be seen. Angel, however, was unconscious, and lying hidden behind some old sea containers. A flock of robins led me to her.

"Thanks, guys." I told them, checking Angel quickly – she seemed okay, but we'd have to get her back to her Grandma's to make sure. "But…where did Emma go?"

The birds didn't respond (how does Emma communicate with them?) and just flew off, as my two eldest older brothers put in an appearance.

"Mikey!" Don exclaimed in surprise, kneeling down beside Angel. "What are you doing here?"

"Long story." I replied, as Don picked Angel up carefully.

"Where's Emma?" Leo asked sternly, his hazel eyes piercing into me.

I turned away so as not to make eye contact. "She…went to bed early." I lied. I'll bet Leo could see right through me. "Where's Raph?" There was no way they could answer the same for him.

Leo and Donnie exchanged a glance. "Who knows?" They answered in unison.

Raphael's P.O.V:

I caught up to the figure in red easily, putting a hand on their shoulder so that they couldn't get away.

"Take it easy," I said. "I just wanna know who the shell you are."

The guy's left hand was injured, but I watched him raise his right hand and cover his mouth before replying: "Does it matter?" His voice was all muffled – it was impossible to make out much else other than the words.

I sighed in frustration

"Oh, cut the melodrama," The figure snapped, pressing his hand more firmly to his mouth. "And go see about Angel, okay Raph?" Then, the figure gasped, and the gasp sounded strangely feminine.

I gasped too.

And, that was when I was attacked by a whole flock of sparrows, all chirping noisily and, by the time they'd gone, so too had the figure in red.

I cursed. "Damn!"

Master Splinter's P.O.V:

I watched as my four sons came in, and registered their surprise at seeing Emma sitting at the kitchen table, wearing a dressing gown and nursing a wrist wrapped up in bandages.

"I fell down the stairs," Emma lied, by way of greeting, before standing up and adding: "Oyasumi." By way of farewell, before hurrying into her room.

My sons watched her go.

"Women." Michelangelo rolled his blue eyes.

"Teenage women." Donatello added.

Leonardo just shook his head and sighed, is if he, like me, knew that Emma was lying.

But, it was Raphael's expression that intrigued me the most – there was a strange expression in his amber eyes as he stared at Emma's closed door.