Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT
Chapter 11
He remained still as she inspected Him, weapons lay on a table before his kneeling frame.
"Fascinating…." She murmured, "how close you are to the original."
He twitched, confusion rippling across his face, he started to lift his head to look but froze in obedience.
"Ah…you don't know what I'm talking about do you?" she whispered, leaning down to his ear.
He flinched as she got that close, she gave him the creeps.
"You my friend are nothing more than a clone…worse than that…you are the mixed clone of two of the fiercest and finest warriors on this Earth," she whispered.
He struggled to understand what she had just said, and then a flicker of a memory erupted in his mind, a memory of opening his eyes underwater for the first time and staring out through glass at the mutilated body of another like himself.
He shivered because he wasn't sure if he'd imagined it or if it was really a memory.
"Which makes you….the perfect weapon," she whispered, "and since I own you…you are the perfect option for destroying my enemies. You will serve the foot clan very well…won't you Akumu?"
He lifted his head and looked into her fierce green eyes before replying.
He dipped his head.
"Hai, Mistress Karai," he murmured.
"Good…now…you know what to do…" she stated before turning heel and walking away.
Akumu lifted his head after she left, gathered up his twin katana, slipped on a blue mask and walked down to the morgue to retrieve the broken body of the girl he's been ordered to kill.
Then with some "help" from the elite foot ninja he made himself appear haggard and wounded.
Akumu then planted himself where his mistress had told him to set the trap.
A/N: MUhahahahahaha! More twists to come….my friends…hang on for the ride.
BTW: Akumu is Japanese for "nightmare".