Hey Everyone, I'm BAAACCCKK! My vacation in Italy was AMAZING, but now I'm back to give you another chapter. Sadly, I do not own TMNT, but I have not given up. On with the chapter.
*Shredders Lair, the night of the meeting (after the encounter with the turtles and Lizzy.)*
"Chris, enter," ordered a dark figure covered in a metal suit. He was sitting in a throne against a glass wall, overlooking New York City. A giant dog entered and approached him.
"Master Shredder, I have important news that may interest you," the dog explained. This interested the man.
"Continue," Shredder demanded, intrigued.
"The fifth figure we saw with the turtles, it was a girl who looked strangely familiar. She looked like Sofia, and I have reason to believe it was Elizabeth," Chris said.
"Are you sure of this?" Shredder questioned.
"I don't know for sure," He determines.
"Hm, keep an eye out for this girl. When you find her, bring her to me. We will then determine whether it is Elizabeth or not. She may be of use to us. Chris, you are in charge of this. Is this clear," Shredder commands.
"Hai, Master Shredder," Chris agrees exiting the room.
"Karai," He says, calling over his daughter. "Make sure Chris does what he is told."
"Yes, Father," she smiled.
*Turtles lair two days later*
Raph's P.O.V.
It had been two days since Lizzy found out about her past. The first day, she mostly moped around the lair. Last night after dinner she went to her room and hasn't since. I figure she'll be out of her mood soon enough, but the others thought differently.
"I'm worried about Lizzy," Mikey blurted pausing his videogame and leaning back against the couch.
"Worried? Why?" I ask, probably a little harshly.
"Well, she hasn't been out of her room in, like, forever," he explains.
"Twenty-two hours and eleven minutes to be exact, which is not healthy. She could get dehydrated," Donnie noted.
"Plus, she just found out that her father is Chris Bradford. That's godda be hard," Leo added entering our conversation.
"So what, she's a girl. There always in some sort of mood. She'll be back to normal in no time," I argue. As if on cue, Lizzy enters the living room with a smile on her face, still wearing her pajamas.
"Good evening everyone… at least I think its evening. It's what…6:43, so yah evening," Lizzy says walking over to the couch, flopping next to Mikey. Everyone seems to relax.
"See, I told you guys," I chuckle.
"Told them what?" She asks giving me a weird look.
"That you would be out of your mood soon and move on about the whole 'dad' thing," I explain. The room goes silent for a moment until she softly smiles.
"Yeah, well I did some thinking. Just because my dad works for the Shredder and my mom use to, doesn't mean I have to be like that. I'm happy my mom left when she did and that I wasn't raised in that environment. Just think if she would have stayed I might have turned out bad. We might have been enemies," she said almost at a whisper. I hadn't thought of it like that. It's a scary thought.
"Do not worry Elizabeth, your mother was smart and would have never stayed, and you would have never turned out bad. She was a kind-hearted person, as are you. We will always be here for you if needed," Master Splinter assured from behind the couch, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Thank you sensei," she smiled, looking up at him.
"You are welcome, but I fear something bad is conspiring, so be careful, understand?" He warns.
"Completely," Lizzy answers.
"Well now since that's over, let's get some food in you. You must be starved," Mikey says standing up, pulling up Lizzy with him.
"Now that you mention it," she begins.
"Great! To the kitchen," he laughed dragging her to the kitchen. Everyone follows after the two. When I enter the kitchen, Mikey is pulling out a box of pizza and dishing out a slice for everyone while Donnie is sitting next to Lizzy at the table with a giant glass of water, lecturing her about not drinking enough water.
"I got it Donnie. Never go that long without something to drink ever again," she said trying to get him to back off. He gives her a look until she picks up the glass and chugs the whole thing. Donnie smiles and picks up the glass walking away, only returning with another full glass. He is followed be Mikey, who hand her a plate with a piece of pizza on it.
"So, did you guys go out on patrol last night?" she asks taking a bite of the pizza.
"Nah, we just stayed home and made fun of Mikey," I say sitting at the table. Lizzy then sets her piece of pizza down and gets out of her chair.
"Raph, no making fun of Mikey," she warns punching me in the arm and heading back to her chair.
"Sure… whatever you say," I laugh. She scolds me a minute and then goes back to eating her pizza.
"So, why were you wondering if we went out last night?" Leo asks, joining us at the table.
"Oh, I was just wondering if we could go patrolling tonight. It's been a long couple of days and I could use some fresh air," she explains.
"I think that's a great idea!" Mikey beams sitting next to Lizzy.
"Sounds good to me," I agree.
"Well Leo?" Donnie asks, clearly interested in going out too.
"Hm… I guess a night out wouldn't hurt. Sure, after we eat," he confirms.
"Yes!" Lizzy cheers. We quickly finishing eating, but Lizzy is the first one done. She quickly runs off to her room to change. When I finish, I race off the entrance where the others are waiting for me.
"Ready?" Leo asks.
"Always," I say exiting the Lair. It doesn't take long until we reach a manhole and I swear Lizzy literally shot through the hole.
"Man, it feels good to be back up here," Lizzy exclaims taking a deep breath of fresh air.
"Come on!" She giggled climbing up to the roofs.
"Well, you heard the lady," I say following after, as do the others. We jump from roof to roof for a while until we stop for a break.
"It sure is a nice night out, wouldn't you agree guys?" Donnie asks. I would have to agree.
"Sure is Donnie," Leo agreed, looking towards the city.
"Yah," Lizzy and Mikey say sitting next to each other on the roof, gazing at the stars.
"I couldn't agree with you more turtles," said an all too familiar voice. All our heads jerk in the direction on the noise, only to see Dog Pound and a group of foot ninja. I quickly head over to my brothers sides, blocking Lizzy from his sight.
"Oh, do not try and hide her. I know who she is and you clearly know why," he scoffs. I hear a low growl, and is neither dog pound or I. I barely glance back to see Lizzy scowling.
"Back off Dog Pound," Mikey warns, still protecting Lizzy.
"Why should I Michelangelo, she's my daughter," Chris replies.
"Only by blood," Lizzy scoffs from behind.
"Oh, it is much more than that Elizabeth. Ninjas, ATTACK!" Dog Pound commanded. At once, everyone launched for an attack. I repeatedly punch, kick, and jab the foot. I knock out a few when I quickly glance over at my brothers and Lizzy when I see Dog Pound coming up behind Lizzy.
"Lizzy! Behind you," I warn. She quickly maneuvers her way so that she flips and lands behind him. She then sweeps his legs so that he falls hard to the ground. Soon my brothers, Lizzy, and I have defeated the foot, but Chris wasn't done yet.
"Time to end this now turtles," he yelled covering his mouth. He then threw a ball on the ground, revealing a puff of smoke. My eyelids began to feel heavy, my head fuzzy, and I fell to the ground and before I knew it, my brothers and Lizzy had fallen too. The last thing I see is Mikey holding Lizzy protectively on the ground, both passed out. Then Dog Pound forcefully removes Mikey and picks up Lizzy, cradling her in his arms.
"Soon my child, you will see thing my way," he hear him say before everything goes black.
Lizzy's P.O.V.
I wake up to a splash of cold, which is followed by my violent coughing.
"Wake up Lizzy," an unfamiliar female voice announces. I begin to open my eyes and at first my vision is blurry, but I soon focus enough to realize where I'm at. The lair of the Shredder.
"Hello Elizabeth, it's nice to see you again," the Shredder says. I try and move, but I fail at my attempt figuring out that my hands and ankles are bound. Not daring to look at him, I turn my head away not facing any of them. I rack my brain for ideas, but nothing.
"Don't be shy Lizzy, look at Master Shredder when he is talking to you," Chris commands, but I don't move. That's when I remember spare shuriken I keep in my wrists wrappings. Quietly pulling it out, I begin to saw the ropes, leaving just enough rope to break free at the right time.
"Why should I," I mumble under my breath.
"What was that?" the Shredder questions.
"I said, why should I," I yell not looking from my stare, which was currently on the floor. That's when the girl from the other night, Karai, pulls on my chin and forces me to look her in the eyes.
"You do not disrespect my father," she barked. I only looked her in the eyes for a few more minutes before pulling away, regaining my stare on the floor. Hearing footsteps, I only glance to see the Shredder coming towards me. He pulls me up off the floor and inches away from his face.
"You will play nice Elizabeth, or else. Now tell me, where are the turtles and Hamato Yoshi?" he demands.
"Like I would ever tell you," I spat. I figure now is the right time to release my surprise attack. Ripping the ropes, I take the shuriken and stab the Shredder in the bare part of his arm, making a deep gash. He immediately drops me and I back away. Standing up, I race for the door, which was blocked by about ten foot ninja. I begin to fight them off, but forced to use hand to hand combat due to my missing weapons. I continuously kick, punch, and flip until they are all unconscious, but they surely left their mark. I can already feel the bruises forming. I'm almost home free until my 'father' grabs me by the arm, sinking his claws into it.
"You've been a bad girl daughter," he tells me.
"I am NOT you daughter!" I scream kicking him in the stomach as hard as possible, knocking the air out him causing him to drop me. I flee for my life exiting the room running up the stairs, knowing if I go down there will be an army waiting for me. I reach the roof and look down upon the city. It really was a beautiful night, but I had to keep moving. I jump from building to building, trying to get to the manhole nearest to the lair. I'm almost there when I trip and fall to the ground, landing on be bad arm. I groan in pain, but I have to keep going. Once I get up, I fall back down landing on the opposite arm. That's when I hear an extremely familiar and relaxing voice.
"Lizzy!" it yells in a relieved tone. I turn my head to see Mikey running towards me.
"Mikey," I smile. He kneels down and pulls me into his lap.
"Lizzy are you- OH MY GOD, your arm," he choked. Acting quickly, he un-wraps his wrists band and wraps his arm.
"What were you doing out? I thought you would be back at the lair," I say.
"I stayed out to look for you. Come on Lizzy, let's go home," Mikey tells me picking me up bridal style. He quickly races to the nearest manhole and jumps inside, holding me tightly. About the half way mark home, I begin to cry into his plastron.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks concerned.
"I-I wasn't s-strong enough," I cry letting out heavy sobs. Pulling me closer, he looks at me.
"Sshh Lizzy, don't say that. Of course you are. Just because of what happened doesn't mean you aren't. Your one of the strongest people I know," he comforts.
"No I-" I begin.
"Yes you are and don't let anyone tell you otherwise, got it. We all care about you, I care about you Lizzy… a lot," he confesses. I stop crying a minute and look up at him.
"Y-you do?" I ask surprised.
"Yah, I do," he tells me.
"Really, cause I care about you too," I reveal. We stop a moment and stare at each other,
"You do?" He asks clearly surprised. I just smile and nod. He gains a huge smile and brings me in to a huge hug.
"Let's get home to Donnie so he can fix you," he said now running again. I relax in his arms and wait till we are home.
Mikey's P.O.V.
"DONNIE!" I scream entering the lair. Everyone turns their attention to Lizzy and I. They look surprised, but act right quickly.
"Mikey, what's wrong?" Donnie asks.
"Her arm," I say running towards the couch.
"Leo," he says, not going any further.
"I'm on it," Leo understands and runs of to get the first aid kit. I sit on the couch, refusing to let go of her. Within a minute, Leo returns the kit.
"Mikey if you are going to hold Lizzy, keep still and Lizzy, you need to take off your sweatshirt," he instructs. She nods as I carefully help her sit up. Raising her arms, Donnie pulls off the sweatshirt, revealing her yellow tank top. I watch Donnie look at the scars and begin to clean them.
"So what happened?" Raph asks from behind the couch with Master Splinter next to him. Lizzy begins to tell us her story with every little detail. By the end, I feel scared for her safety.
"Well Lizzy, it needs stiches," Donnie confirms.
"Great, just get it over with please," she groaned hiding her head in my plastron. Donnie begins to stich each one of the four one-inch gashes. Every time she winces out of pain, it sends chills up my spine. Thankfully he finishes quickly. I look at Lizzy and her skin is paler that usual. Looking at Donnie and as if reading my mind, he feels her forehead.
"Lizzy, you have a fever. Time for bed," Donnie instructs. She nod and I carefully lift her up.
"Night," she says as I head off into bedroom. I open the door and with one hand, pull the covers out, placing Lizzy under the covers. I pat her head and start for the door.
"Mikey?" she asks grabbing my hand.
"Yeah," I reply.
"Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?" She questions with a scared look.
"Of course," I say turning around. I open up the covers and climb under the covers with her. She cuddles closer to me. Her body is warm on mine. Eventually, her breathing evens out and I relax.
"I love you Elizabeth," I whisper in her ear as soon as I believe she is asleep.
"I love you too, Michelangelo," she whispered back, scaring me a little, but soon relaxing. We look at each other until she kisses my chin. I kiss her back and her forehead. With that, we both fell asleep into each other's arms.
Well I hoped you liked this chapter, I really do. Please review and tell your friends, K. See you next time.