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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
"Sugar, Spice, and a Splash of Mutagen"
Chapter 7
Saved by the Puck
Leonardo was on the verge of throwing his T-phone out of sheer frustration, the continuous ringing blaring mockingly through his eardrum before he smashed the 'End Call' button and gave up trying to reach his brother.
Out of the four of them, Mikey was no doubt the one that used his T-phone more for games rather than emergency calls. On some occasions, he would even forget to bring it during their evening patrols, which would lead to Leo giving him a lecture about how it's important to always carry around something that they could contact him on in case they got lost or separated. From the blank stare Mikey would always give him during said lectures, Leo figured his wasted words just went through one ear and out the other with his baby brother, making him wonder why he even bothered in the first place. If they were out in the streets, everyone would be losing their heads right now, scouring the city in a blind panic. But instead, they were in a mall, crowded by a flourish of bustling bystanders trotting this way and that; a blending mold of gallingly analogous faces. It all made Leo increasingly nervous, even if him and his brothers now had the proper attire to blend in and become just a couple more faces that washed in through the sea of shoppers. Mikey was out there, drifting through the crowds, and although he too had the outer appearance of a young, teenage girl, Leo couldn't help but worry that someone was going to somehow see past his facade.
Or worse, see him as a target.
"The arcade should be on the next floor from what I can remember," Irma reported, already scaling up the escalator with April and the rest of the turtles following closely behind. "Hopefully she's still there."
"If not, that little twerp's in for a rude awakening," Raphael growled, driving his fist into his open palm to indicate the pummeling he had in store for his younger brother.
When they finally reached the top of the second floor, what they weren't expecting was to be greeted by a mesh of cheering teenagers and young adults, all huddled together and spilling out through the entrance of the open arcade. The sound of an upbeat hip-hop song blared over the astonished roars and standing ovations as the turtles, April, and Irma sifted through the packed crowd, their elbows and shoulders cutting into the interconnected mob.
"'Scuse us! Coming through!" April pushed herself through the crowd, apologizing profusely every time someone swore at her or shot her a dirty look.
Irma and the others did the same, though when Raph's laced up, fold-over combat boot crushed some other guy's foot, a simple 'sorry' wasn't enough to make the guy brush it off and forget about it. Instead, he made sure to yell loud enough for Raph – and maybe anyone who happened to be out in the parking lot – to hear: "Hey, watch where the hell you're going, bitch!"
Raphael immediately paused and if it weren't for the fact that he was already beginning to sweat due to the overcrowded populace of such a confined space, he would've turned around and decked the guy; not a moment's hesitation. But he was already irritated due to Mikey running off, so he simply kept on moving, glanced over his shoulder, and spat, "Oh, bite me, asswipe! You're lucky it was just my foot that crushed ya and not my fat ass!"
Leo yanked hard on Raphael's wrist, his teeth clenched and eyes smoldering. "We're trying not to attract attention, remember? Do I have to remind you about that every time you make eye contact with someone?"
"Look! I see her!" April pointed out while Leo aggravatingly pulled Raph away from the guy he backlashed before any more arguing went underway. Reaching the very end of the enlarged crowd, the three brothers followed the direction April was pointing at, astonished at what they were seeing and realizing why such a crowd had formed in the first place.
Beads of sweat trickled over hot, glistening skin while jubilant wisps of blonde locks bounced and swayed to the rhythm of the music. Baby blue eyes sparkled like the twinkling mirth of a clean cut diamond and a cute, pink tongue stuck out from between sultry, strawberry-flushed lips that tugged and curved into an indomitable grin. The roar of the crowd only heightened Mikey's determination to beat the high score on the dance simulator game he was playing and with one final spin that made the ends of his skirt fly up and reveal shapely, curvaceous legs, he threw his arms up and struck a pose. The announcer's voice in the game was hard to hear over the roar of the crowd and while Mikey watched the numbers spazz in a flourishing frenzy that matched the thrumming beat of his quickened heart, it didn't take long before he saw the brightly colored words flash over the screen, the game announcer shouting his praise while the words 'NEW HIGH SCORE' shone over dazzlingly.
The orange-banded ninja couldn't contain the girlish scream that escaped his lips as he turned toward the crowd and flashed them all the peace sign. "Booyakasha! Another score beaten! I am HOT!"
"She's got that right. Damn, that chick is fine," said a taller teenage boy standing way too close for Raphael's comfort, his elbow jabbing the hothead clear in the ribs.
The punk looked as though he had just dipped his head in a tub of hair gel and grease, the shiny, jet black mess styled in a rock solid blowout that rivaled Pauly D's hair from 'Jersey Shore'. Uncomfortably tight skinny jeans hung from the end of his ass, showing off cannabis-printed boxers while his jeans made his legs look like skinny kabob sticks. His friend – a broad-shouldered teenager with a douchey honeycomb-tinted faux hawk – nudged him in the shoulder, pointing his chin in the direction of Mikey. "Bro, Frankie, you should totally ask that chick out before some other dude beats you to it."
The Pauly D wannabe – whose name was apparently Frankie – chuckled at his friend's comment and the devious little glint in his eyes automatically made Raph feel rather uneasy. He recognized that pompous smirk – that high and mighty stance. It was a frontage him and his brothers were despondently familiar with, having seen it in the eyes of disgusting, animalistic, brutish men who were usually hovering over a frantic, crying woman on the verge of becoming another one of New York City's maltreated rape victims.
Instinctively, Raph curled his fingers into tight fists, an action Leonardo quickly noticed. Frankie clapped his hands together, rubbing them in a way that screamed he was up to no good. Raphael was on high alert.
"I'm gonna ask for her digits and see if she wants to meet up later tonight."
Faux hawk boy hollered. "Yeah, buddy! My boy's getting lucky tonight!"
"Man, Ty, shut up. Be cool," Frankie laughed, shoving his douchey friend in the shoulder before leaning in and whispering. "But man, can you imagine how much those tits would bounce sliding up and down my—"
"—Hey!" Raphael growled, catching the two teenagers completely off guard.
With one fist clenched tightly at his side, Raphael brought his other hand up and jabbed a finger at Frankie's chest, his teeth ground together in a feral snarl that, if he were still in his mutant state, would probably appear ruthless and fearsome. Frankie, however, wasn't impressed as he looked Raphael up and down with observable indifference, his brow cocked and his lips pulled in a lopsided frown. To Raph, such an action would've driven him to ram his Sai straight down the punk's throat. Unfortunately for Frankie, Raph didn't have his weapons handy. Pity. Feeble words simply weren't going to cut it.
"Ra—Raquel," Leo corrected himself, reaching a hand to place on his hotheaded brother's shoulder. "Raquel, we don't have time for this."
"You know who you're talking about, asswipe?" Raphael spat, anger flaring dangerously through his emerald green eyes. He took another step closer towards Frankie, their faces merely inches apart from each other that normally would've given off a dominating front. Being trapped in a female body, however, Raph lacked a lot of the distinct features that made him an intimidating, brute male, so of course it came as frustrating when the punk with the blowout merely smirked at his words and held up his hands in mock surrender.
"Woah, chill, man," Frankie laughed. "Was I about to step in on your girl or something?"
"My what?" Raphael took a confusing step back, his anger faltering just for the moment. His girl? What the hell did he mean by his girl?
Ty slapped a hand over Frankie's shoulder and gave it a little shake. Like his friend, he also sported an amused grin, though his face looked more sympathetic than Frankie's. Slowly, he shook his head back and forth. "Man, all the hot ones are either taken or play for the other team, huh, Frank?" He nudged his chin in Raph's direction with a smirk. "You snagged a prize though, Molly Dyke. Your girlfriend's fucking hot."
"My girlfriend?!" Raphael squeaked, his eyes wide and his body swaying from the aftershock of Ty's words. "That's … that's disgusting! What the hell makes you think that"—he pointed an accusing finger at Mikey, who was busily adding his name to the high score list—"is my girlfriend?"
Irma reluctantly raised her hand. "Well, though siblings do share similar facial qualities that match either the mother or the father, there have been some cases where one offspring will take on traits from the aunts or uncles or even the grandparents, making them appear unrelated to the—"
"—Uhm, I don't think now's the right time, Irma," April said, holding up a finger to Irma's lips in order to cease her constant chatter.
"Wait a minute, hold up." Frankie shook his head. "So that chick ain't your girl?"
"What is this, 'Flowers in the Attic'? No! She ain't my girl, you sicko! That's my sister. My little sister. And if you think you're getting anywhere near her with that dirty dick of yours, then you can take your 'Jersey Shore'-wannabe spray-tanned Guido ass and shove it down a tube sock, 'cuz that's all the action you're gonna be getting tonight you son of a—"
"Dudes!" Mikey chirruped happily, launching himself into Raphael's arms and swinging his body so that he and his brother did a sloppy little twirl. Much to Raph's irascibility for being cut off in the middle of his rant, he pushed Mikey away from him and shot his baby brother the darkest of glares.
Donnie was the first to speak up. "Mi—uh, Mika … what the heck do you think you were doing running off like that? We were looking all over the place for you."
Mikey immediately shrunk back and gave his brothers the puppy dog eyes. "Sorry, guys. I just wanted to—"
"Yeah, whatever. Save it for the car ride home, sis." Though he was talking to Mikey, Raph kept his eye contact solely on the two douchebags while he grabbed for his baby brother's wrist and dragged him as far away from them as possible. By then, the crowd had died down, but even if there weren't many bystanders to catch him if he just so happened to knock Frankie's teeth in, he knew it would draw attention and Leo would chew him out for it. Instead, Raph just tugged onto Mikey's wrist and pulled him toward his brothers with a snort. "C'mon. The desperation in the air is making me nauseous."
"Yo, man, wait a second," said Frankie, grabbing on to Mikey's other wrist and flashing him the cheesiest of smiles that Raph only saw on the gangster movies and criminal shows that normally would involve a rapist or pervert. Mikey – oblivious as he was – didn't notice the upturn in Frankie's smile or the subtle cock of his eyebrow to make himself appear coy as he took a step closer and slipped his hand halfway inside his pocket to give off that laidback, easygoing posture. It was only when he spoke that Raph wanted to punch the jerk in the face.
"Hey, babydoll. I liked your moves back there when you were dancing. The way you moved and everything – I never thought it was possible for a woman to look dope as shit and beautifully sexy all at the same time."
"Uhm, thanks?" Mikey smiled uncomfortably, his common sense screaming at him to yank his hand back and walk away from this guy. Is that why Raph was yelling at him earlier? Clearly this guy was laying out the compliments a little too heavy.
"C'mon, Mike, let's go," Raph whispered, pulling his brother away from Frankie and his friend until the 'Jersey Shore' wannabe yanked his other wrist back and glared daggers at Raph.
"Let the lady decide what she wants to do, man. She don't need her dyke of a sister to make her decisions for her."
"Even if I weren't here, asswipe, she'd never want to waste her time with trash like you. I'm doing you and your douchey friend a favor."
Frankie growled and rolled his shoulders, his hands balled into tight fists before he started stomping towards Raph. "To hell with this shit, bro. My momma told me never to hit girls, but she didn't say shit about knocking out any lesbian cu—"
CRACK! Bones splintering. Jaw snapping. Like a snap of the fingers, Frankie felt as though the light around him suddenly went pitch black; an eruption of pain swelling from the inside of his mouth and spreading all throughout his jawline. He could taste the sickly sweet taste of copper flooding his mouth and when he tried to touch the damaged area, he realized the entire left side of his mouth was numb to the touch – skin starting to swell and teeth feeling as though they had been knocked loose. When he moved his tongue back and forth, his eyes widened when he felt shards of broken teeth and even a whole tooth that managed to pop out from the excruciatingly hard impact.
Spitting out a wad of blood and broken teeth, he noticed on the floor right beside his foot was a thick, black hockey puck.
"Who the—"
"—You got anything left to say, bro? Or should I take another shot and numb the rest of your mouth?"
At the sound of his voice, April let out a small gasp, her attention locked on the tall, slim, hockey stick-wielding brute. To Donnie, he looked like the beginnings of a street thug ready to bash someone's head in with his hockey stick and when he noticed April shrink back into the crowd – her eyes awash with fear before she stepped behind Irma and muttered a string of light profanities – he wondered if this was a guy who tormented her on a regular basis at school. I mean, why else would she be trying to hide from him like he was some psychopath looking for his next victim. Obviously, there was some connection going on between the two and if Donnie had to intervene and protect April, then he would. No punk-looking vigilante was going to mess with his April.
Irma, however, sported a devious little smirk as she stared at the punk kid. She turned around and nudged her chin in his direction before she asked April: "Isn't that, Casey Jones? The guy you're tutoring in Trig?"
Tutoring? Donnie thought. "You're tutoring that psycho?"
April turned her attention toward Donnie, but only for a second before she shrunk back behind Irma and locked her gaze on Casey. "He asked for my help so he won't get kicked off the hockey team, so I've been tutoring him for the past couple of weeks."
Donnie's shoulders shrunk from the confusion. "You never told—"
April cut him off and whispered to Irma. "Do you think he can see me? I completely forgot to text him back last night about the movies. Now he's going to think I flaked on him because I told him I'd be spending the entire day with my dad. Gah! Why is this happening?"
The movies? Donnie thought, his attention now locked on the punk kid. April said she was only tutoring this guy! So why were they making plans to go see a movie? Did this punk make her feel obligated? That was stepping over the line! Tutoring should be nothing more than a business proposition, not a ticket to weasel in on a date with April!
Taking a step forward, Casey Jones stood valiantly before Frankie and Ty, leaning on his hockey stick casually while he waited for one of them to talk. How he managed to be let into the mall carrying a wooden stick was beyond the two teenagers, but before Frankie had time to retort, Ty slapped his hand on top of Frankie's shoulder and shook his back and forth in warning. This kid meant business and if they meddled any further, they were both going to wind up with no teeth and bruised faces. Hot as the chick Frankie wanted to hook up with was, no amount of loose teeth was worth a quick bang.
Shooting Casey a dark glare, Frankie gathered up the rest of the blood seeping from his mouth and spat right on to Casey's shoe, wiping his lip and walking away without so much as a word. Though it was a smart decision choosing not to press the situation any further, Casey still muttered unforgiving profanities towards the two teens before pulling his foot back and shaking off as much bloody spit off of his shoe as he could. The jerks.
Turning his attention toward Raph and Mikey, he smiled at the two of them and hooked his hockey stick in the holster strapped over his shoulder. "You two alright? I don't think those punks will be bothering you anymore. Unless they wanna answer to Casey Jones."
Mikey was awestruck. "Dude, how did you even do that? That hockey puck must've been shot way out of range. I didn't even see you standing anywhere!"
Casey chuckled and gave off a shrug. "That's what years of being on the hockey team will do to ya. Gotta take 'em by surprise so they don't see ya coming and then wham! Straight shot! Casey Jones for the gold leaving punkass sickos with nothing but bruised egos."
Raphael smirked. "I think you bruised more than their egos, kid."
Casey shrugged. "Whatever. Scumbags like that deserve it when they mess with girls."
"Don't flatter yourself, kid." Raphael chuckled, his arms crossed to show a stature of defiance. "We coulda taken on those creeps no problem if it wouldn't've attracted so much attention. My uh, sis, is kinda anal about that sorta thing." He nudged in the direction of Leo, who in return returned him a light glare.
"I see you got a lot of 'em." Casey nudged his chin at the small group with a smirk, but when he locked eyes on Irma and a familiar girl shrinking behind her, Donnie realized it was time to bolt as he stepped next to Irma to shield April from the psychotic punk kid.
"Well, we hate to run, but we're in a real big hurry to get back home. Might want to get out of here yourself before those punks try to call mall security on you. After all, I don't think you're supposed to carrying any type of objects that could be used as a weapon at the mall anyway. Ergo, your hockey stick." He pointed casually at obvious weapon, hoping it would distract Casey enough as they walked towards the escalator with April behind him and Irma. "So, yeah. Try not to get sent to juvy, pal."
"Wait, hold up!" Casey called out. "Irma? Is that you?"
Irma winced and shot April an apologetic look before shrugging her shoulders. "I think the jig is up, O'Neil. Wherever I am, you're usually with me, so might as well come out of hiding."
Donnie felt his teeth gnash together in a frustrated growl. "Not everyone spends twenty-four hours a day with each other, Irma. You could just be hanging out with us and April could be with her dad at home or something."
Mikey shot his brother an amused grin. "What're you so defensive about, dude? Maybe this guy just wants to say hi to April."
Before Donnie could open his mouth to comment, April rested a hand on his shoulder and let out a sigh. "Irma's right. I'll just go explain that you guys came here on short notice and I was showing you around the city. No big deal."
"But, April…"
Ignoring Donnie's plead, April straightened herself up and took a step away from Irma so that she was in plain sight. She flashed Casey a weak smile, waving at him shyly before brushing her bangs back coyly. Donnie didn't know why, but he felt his heart sank. It was like April was trying to appear cute on purpose for this guy!
"H-Hey, Jones." She tried so hard not to stutter.
Casey flashed her a grin before shoving his hands in his pockets. "S'up, Red? Never thought I'd run into you here. How'd things with your dad go?"
"Uhm, they went okay." She looked down at her boots before sliding her gaze up at Casey – her bangs brushed at the tips of her eyelashes. "My cousins made an unexpected visit, so I'm just showing them around the city for a little bit. Sorry I didn't text you last night. You know, about the movies."
Casey shrugged. "It's cool. We still on for that tonight or…?"
Donnie could feel his fingers curl into tight fists and before he even realized what he was doing, he walked towards where April was standing and grabbed on to her arm. "Sorry, pal, but April has plans with us tonight, so she's gonna have to take a rain check."
"Donnie." April whispered so low it was hard to hear through her clenched teeth. What the heck did he think he was doing?
Stepping back a bit when he noticed Donnie's distinct glower, Casey raised a confused eyebrow and asked slowly: "Uhm, I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name. You're one of April's cousins?"
"Donna," he spat. "And yes, I'm one of April's cousins who took the time to come down and spend time with her. So if you don't mind, Jones, we'd like to be on our way, but it was nice chatting with you. See you later. Maybe."
Before she could even get a word edgewise, April could feel Donnie pushing her away from Casey and leading her and the rest of the gang toward the escalator. Standing with a look of blatant confusion on his face, April glanced over her shoulder and called out to Casey, her face awash with sympathetic countenance. "I'll see you at school later, okay, Case! I'm sorry about all of this!"
"Uhm, no prob, Red. See you tomorrow?" Casey waved, shoving his hand back in his pocket before walking off, unsure of what had just transpired.
When they got to the escalator, April immediately turned around and smacked Donnie against his shoulder, her eyes narrowed into pissed off slits. "What the hell was that!? I was trying to talk to Casey and settle everything between the two of us!"
Before Donnie could answer, Irma crossed her arms and leaned to the side. "In all honesty, April, I think Donna's right. You really shouldn't be making plans when you have family in town. And besides, Casey's a persistent guy. I'm sure he'll be texting you tonight to see if you'd like to meet up once your cousins head back."
"Yeah, if Donna doesn't have a shit hemorrhage first," Raphael chuckled, causing Mikey to snigger and Leo to nudge the both of them into silence.
Ignoring his brother's comment, Donnie looked down at April with pleading eyes, his hand rested on her shoulder in a comforting gesture. "April, I don't think you should be hanging out with that guy. Even if you're tutoring him, just from the way he looks, he's probably nothing but bad news. I mean, carrying a hockey stick at the mall? Tell me that doesn't scream suspicious."
April scoffed, shrugging Donnie's hand off of her shoulder before she began to chew him out. "Oh, so you're judging Casey just by his overall appearance? Are you kidding me? You don't even know Casey and I'm sure if you took the time to do so, you'd see that he's actually a real nice guy."
"But April, I—"
"—Save it." April held up a hand, stepping off the escalator once they reached the first floor. She pointed an accusing finger at Donnie, her eyes narrowed and her hips pursed into a tight line. Not very often did they ever see April mad, but the fact that her anger was pointed at him, Donnie couldn't help but feel as though he was the biggest jerk on this planet for making April so upset at him. But it wasn't his fault. He was just trying to protect her.
Right?
"Being exceptionally rude and interrupting our conversation is one thing, Donna," April began. "But calling out Casey on his looks is a low blow. Especially for you. Being rude is one thing. But being a hypocrite is going over the line. You of all people should know better."
Having nothing else to say, April turned her back on Donnie and continued to walk, not even bothering to glance over her shoulder to make sure everyone was following her. He didn't expect sympathy for something that was his fault, but when his brothers just gave him a look and followed behind April, he knew that his actions and words were completely out of line and totally unnecessary. Who was he to judge someone he didn't know? After all, that's what his brothers had to deal with their whole lives because of what the mutagen had transformed them into before they were changed into human girls. April was right. He was being a total hypocrite and because of the way he acted, it left him in the dust with nothing but his guilt trailing closely behind….