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Chapter 20: Damsel in Distress? Hell to the No!

Oh man…my head…Kallie thought as she slowly came too. Wh-What happened? She slowly opened her eyes and her vision swam before her. She shook her head, trying to clear it. She couldn't remember what had happened…she remembered that they had finally found the cemetery and that's when R—

Oh no.

The boys! She had to help them!

She went to stand when she noticed she was completely immobile; her hands and feet were tied to a chair that seemed to be cemented into the floor.

"ROBERT!" She screamed. "ROBERT YOU BASTARD, GET OUT HERE NOW!"

"Oh Kaliyah, do we really need all these theatrics?" A voice asked from the shadows. Kallie watched as Robert slowly emerged from the shadows.

"Let. Me. Go." She growled.

"Why? Where are you gonna go? Your friends won't be there to help you."

Kallie's heart dropped. "What did you do to them?"

"They will no longer be a nuisance to me or to anyone else," said Robert. "Ever."

"No…" Kallie whispered, tears filling her eyes and spilling onto her cheeks. He had to be lying. He just had to. They weren't dead. They weren't dead. They weren't dead.

"Oh they're dead." Robert stated cheerfully. "The Foot disposed of them, I was assured."

"YOU'RE LYING!" Kallie screamed.

"Kallie, you'll survive." Robert said, sounding bored. "They're dead, you're sad, let's move on. We can't quite figure out this." He pulled the vial with the blue liquid out of his pocket and showed it to her.

Kaliyah said nothing, just stared at the floor and allowed the tears to pour down her face.

"We know there's something missing and we know it has something to do with you," Robert continued. "Do you know what this is Kaliyah?"

Silence.

"It's the last puzzle piece to unlocking the mystery."

Silence.

"Do you know what the mystery is?"

Silence.

"Oh c'mon Kaliyah, I know you're just dying to know."

"Shut up." She whispered, her eyes finally dragging upwards and looking at the man in front of her with as much contempt as she could muster.

"There we are now." Robert smiled. "The mystery is the power to create telekinesis."

"What?" That actually caught her attention.

"Telekinesis; the power to command things with your mind."

"You're crazy," said Kallie. "There's no such thing as telekinesis!"

"You've been living with four mutant turtles and you're telling me you don't believe in telekinetic powers?"

"Don't talk about them." She warned him dangerously.

"This vial holds a very vital part of actually creating a genetic strand to grant those strong enough with this power."

"You're nuts."

Robert shook his head. "You don't remember ever using your power?"

"My what?!"

"Kaliyah, you are the very form of this power."

"Remember what I said earlier about you being crazy?"

Robert barked out a laugh. "Haven't you ever wondered why you're able to discern between liars and those who tell the truth?"

Kallie said nothing.

"You can sniff out a lie from a mile away. I know you can. That's why you've never been able to trust me and you still love your mother."

"Leave her out of this." Kaliyah snarled.

"You once slammed the door right in your mother's face without even moving it."

"That was the wind…" Kallie explained, her voice shaky.

"You let the air out of all four of my tires when you were still inside the house."

"Th-The weather…"

"You even had an episode when you were four; your father told me all about it…"

Kallie started shaking, her body trembling within her bonds.

"Do you really not know?" Robert asked after a few moments of silence.

"Do I really not know what?" Kallie demanded.

"He told you nothing." Robert said sadly with a shake of his head. "And here I thought killing him had been the right thing."

All of the air was punched out of Kallie. Robert noticed the way her face fell and he smiled a slow, evil smile.

"You didn't know about that did you?"

Kallie couldn't say anything.

"That was the first part of the plan. Pretty much the hardest too. I had no idea that he would be so hard to get. I also had no idea that he would've set up this whole wild goose chase of his either. And the last and biggest surprise had him entrusting everything to some little girl. He never did crack though, no matter what I did to him."

"You…you…"

"That's right Kaliyah. I killed him. I killed Franklin Miller."

And something snapped. Kallie let out an animalistic scream as she thrashed against her bonds. She tried to wrench her arms and legs free so she could choke the life out of Robert.

"YOU BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU!" She screamed.

"I had him for a whole week."

Kallie continued to scream obscenities at him until her throat was raw. No matter how hard she tried though she couldn't get free. Tears started pouring down her face as she realized she had no one left.

The boys were gone; killed by Robert and the Foot.

Her daddy was gone; killed…by Robert.

Kallie took a deep ragged breath, trying to quell the absolute sorrow overwhelming her. She looked up at Robert.

"I will not rest until you are dead." She said softly, dangerously. "I will get free, and I will kill you."

"Such words." Robert tskd.

"Not words," said Kallie. "Promises."

Robert narrowed his eyes at her. "What is it that you behold that makes this work?"

Kallie stared silently at him. She refused to answer any of his questions, first of all she didn't really remember anything that he had just told her. She knew his tires ran out of air once and that she was wishing for something bad to happen to him but her mother had explained that weather can do weird things to tires. And the door had slammed in Danika's face once, but the air conditioner had just turned on and she expected it was the rush of air from that. And while she had been able to spot a liar the moment he/she opened their mouth, she didn't exactly think of that as a power, just as good sense.

"Maybe some of your blood will help." Robert said suddenly.

Kallie flinched slightly as he pulled out a rather sharp looking knife. He walked right over to her and dug the blade right into her exposed arm. Kallie couldn't help but release a gasp from the pain. He grabbed another vial out of his pocket and let the blood spill into it.

"We'll see where this gets us."

And then he walked out, slamming the door in the process.

Kallie released a shuddering breath; she could feel a panic attack coming on and she tried to do the breathing exercises Mikey had taught her.

Mikey

Kallie's heart was being ripped to pieces as she thought about the four people she had come to call family. They were like brothers to her. She never had any siblings. Robert and her mother decided not to have kids and her dad had always told Kallie that she was more than enough for him. Leo had been like a big brother to her, while Raph, Donnie, and Mikey had been like little brothers. And Master Splinter—…

Oh no…Master Splinter…he didn't know…

He had no idea that he had just lost all four of his sons…and it was because of her. They died trying to protect her, because she had dragged them into this fight. She literally had led them to their death, unknowingly of course, but did that really matter? They're still gone because of her.

And her dad.

Oh daddy…She thought miserably. Her dad wasn't killed while overseas…Robert killed him; murdered him. Tears poured down her face once more, and soon she sobbing completely unable to stop it. Her body shook with distress, the overwhelming tragedy of it all hitting her at that moment.

Kaliyah wasn't sure how long she sat there and cried, but she knew that she was done. She knew that tears were no longer an option; it was time to take action. She took a deep breath, steadying her shaking body. She needed a plan now. She had to get out of there and get a hold of Master Splinter, April, and Casey. They would know what to do; they would be able to help. Hopefully they could take care of the Foot while she took care of Robert.

And she would be the one to take care of Robert.

Kallie surveyed the room she was in. It was obvious she was in some kind of basement. There was tons of random crap all around the room; boxes, a ladder, some kind of tool box, and a plethora of other things. She looked down and saw that indeed the chair she was in was cemented to the floor. She tugged at her bonds and felt no give. She was tied securely with rope though, that was a mistake on their part. She slowly started rubbing her tied wrists together, ensuring that the rope rubbed together as well.

Kallie knew it would be a painstakingly slow process, but she didn't care. She needed to get out of there as soon as possible. She looked down at her arm and saw that it was still bleeding; a small pool of blood now surrounded her feet. This normally would've grossed her out beyond all reason, but she didn't care now. The only thing that mattered to her was getting out and killing Robert; making him pay for what he had done to her dad and to her new family.

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Robert threw his phone across the room, raking a hand through his hair angrily. His team of scientists were proving to be absolutely useless! It shouldn't be this hard to figure this thing out! They had the vial; they had the girl, what else was missing?!

He thought back to what Franklin had told him, when it was him sitting in that chair and not Kaliyah…

"You'll never…figure it…out…" Franklin panted, sagging against his bonds as blood poured down his face.

"I'm only missing one or two things," said Robert. "One of those is the vial and you already know that I will find it. What else am I missing?"

"Like I'd…ever…tell you…"

"You will tell me what I'm missing!"

"A brain…possibly…"

Robert punched the man in his stomach.

"What am I missing?!" Robert demanded, cracking his hand against the other man's face.

Franklin spit out blood and simply smiled.

"You piece of crap, you think you're better than everyone else?!" Robert demanded. "You think that you're so smart and that you alone can have this power?!"

Another blow landed on Franklin's jaw.

"M'not…the only…one…"

"WHO ELSE?!"

"Y-You'll…never…find her…"

Robert roared as he landed the fatal blow.

He had found her. She may be useless when it came to actually using her incredible gift, but she still had it. She was still the very genetic form of telekinetic power. Robert thought that perhaps Franklin had found a way to erase her earlier memories of using her powers, her mother's memories too. That was the only explanation. He knew that she had used her powers before. Franklin had written them down in his journal.

Oh jeez, his journal.

It had taken three years to decipher that thing. Franklin Miller was no idiot. He had used a mixture of military codes and Latin codes. And that's how Robert knew Kaliyah was 'special.' Franklin had recorded every incident of the young girl using her powers. The first entry was when the girl had been only two years old. After being told no when she had wanted a cookie they had found her in the living room with the cookie jar in between her legs as she happily munched on one.

Two years old!

That alone was unheard of! How in the world could a two year old expel that kind of power over a cookie? For 5 years Franklin had written about his daughter's wonderful ability. And after that they stopped. Franklin no longer wrote about what his daughter was doing, instead he wrote about how to stop it and how to hide it. He was a scientist and Franklin Miller did everything that he could to save his daughter from being exploited.

And that's why Robert had married Danika. He knew that Franklin was hiding something and that if he could get close enough to the Miller's that he would find out exactly what he needed. Robert was so close to victory he could almost taste it.

But he still couldn't replicate that strand of DNA inside of Kaliyah! Maybe he should've kept Donatello alive, the purple banded turtle truly was an intelligent being.

Robert sighed and sat down, running a hand over his face.

No use crying over spilled blood right? He picked up his pin and once more started to write, trying to find out where to go from here.