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Spar

Raphael

"I put her right outside the viewing range of any of the cameras. No, they did not see me," Leo gives me a look, as if ensuring that I am telling the truth, and I give him a light glare in return, "Why the hell would I lie about that Leo? It's no good for me either if we're seen," I keep my glare level. Leo breaks away first. Looking to Don, I ask, "So when can we go in there and bust up that fuse-bucket?"

He looks at Leo's bandaged arm critically, gauging his ability in a fight, and responds, "We could try tomorrow night. Based off of my predictions, it will be charging between three and four in the morning tomorrow night. That should give us enough time to rest up, and give me enough time to build something to neutralize its systems." His eyes glaze over and he starts mumbling to himself, coming up with the plans for it. When he gets like this, almost nothing can get him out of it, so Leo goes on without him.

"Well then," Leo sighed, "I guess that's the plan. Mikey and I will get used to fighting around our injuries, and we'll storm the castle tomorrow night." We sit in silence for a few moments… until Mikey decides to break the silence.

"So since it's not like we're really doing anything tonight, you wanna watch the next episode of Bleach with me?" his eyes are hopeful as they flick to each of us in turn, coming to rest on the still planning Donatello. He breaks into a maniacal smile, and quietly scoots his chair over to be right next to him. Don, still off in his own little world, does not notice in the slightest. He takes out his nunchuck and swings it in front of Don as if he were hypnotizing him. To add to the effect, in a mystical voice, he says, "You shall come and watch Bleach with me. Think about the doohickey later and watch TV with me Donatello." At this point, Don had come out of his 'trance' and was looking at Mikey with a quirked eyebrow. Leo and I are just staring at Mikey in exasperation. Mikey himself, however, is something else entirely, "So watcha gonna do Donnie-young-boy-old-pal."

At this, I have finally had enough of his shenanigans, so I get up from the table growling, "Where do you get this idiocy?!" I trudge over to the chair in the living room, hands on my sais. If we're not gonna do anything tonight, then I may as well try and get some sleep. It's been a long day, and we all need rest. Before I close my eyes, however, I fix my brothers with a hot glare, "Keep it quiet, April's trying to sleep, and so am I." I turn back, closing my eyes for much needed sleep. It comes to me almost instantly. My body must be unconsciously tuning out the noise from my brothers moving around, because I am not waking up to what normally would. The cool nothingness of sleep is wonderful.

I dream of the girl. She is walking down the street with a boy about 17. He has blonde hair and is wearing dark jeans and a green t-shirt. They are talking. The girl laughs at something the boy says, and he smirks. They look happy together. The sunlight makes the girls hair shine darkly and the boys hair becomes a beacon of yellow light in a particularly bright stream of light. Sunlight shines right into my range of vision, burning my eyes.

I open my eyes to see an inane mixture of orange and green, namely Michelangelo. "How you doin' there Raphie-boy?" *He has a death wish*

I act quickly, pulling him into a halfhearted headlock, "What the hell do you think you're doing? I thought we agreed not to wake up Raphael." I release Mikey after a quick noogie. Looking around, I see that Donnie must have gotten a similar treatment, and Leo is chuckling at us. I can't really blame him, though. April is standing in the doorway (dressed in dayclothes) with her hand over her mouth, probably holding back a laugh. I glance at the clock on the stove… 12:38. I mutter curses.

Donatello

Mikey woke me up by poking the side of my head with my bo staff. He was holding the end of it so as to be farther away from me when I woke up. Leo must have thought the look on my face was funny because after looking at me he turned away to go look out the window, probably hiding a laugh. He must preserve his image of 'stoic leader' I suppose.

Mike must really have a death wish to have woken Raph up like that. Usually we send in Leo, and even he generally stays at least five feet away from him. Raph has been known to attack upon waking up if he senses someone near him. If he is woken up by something else, however, he is fine ad doesn't wake up thrashing. But to get all in his face like that to wake him up is just asking to be put into a headlock. Now Raph is halfheartedly glaring at Mikey, who is sitting on the ottoman in front of him.

Leo speaks up, getting the attention of all in the room, "Well, how about we get started," he looks to April, "Don wants to build something to hinder the robot, he'll tell you about it," he now looks at Mike, "Now we have to figure out what we can do in combat."

By unspoken agreement we split. Leo, Mikey, and Raph have the living room and surrounding areas, while April and I have the kitchen.

Sitting down at the kitchen table to talk about the plans, April starts us off, "Right now the store is closed for lunch, so I'll have to be back down in a few minutes, but you can use your stash and my tools."

I smile at her, "Of course, April. Where do you keep it anyway since you reorganized?"

"I'll get it for you." She walks off to one of the closets, returning shortly after with a cardboard box filled to the brim with miscellaneous wires and bits of metal. In her other hand is a toolbox with tools and screws.

"Thanks, April!" I turn my mind's eye to the plans I came up with last night. When necessary, I have photographic memory of mental plans such as these. I sift through the box, sorting through what I need and what I do not. April walks away and down the stairs to the store. I make a quick glance to the window to make sure the curtains are fully drawn, to my relief they are. Going back to my work, I have most of the parts for the basic circuit board. I pull out my spare laptop from the box of spare parts (I always keep one here… just in case for times like these). If I am to program this thing, I'll need it. However, before I can begin to program it, I have to build the card and board first. I rub my hands together and get to work.

A few hours later, as well as a few mild shocks, I have the programming and board for the remote completed. Now all I have to do is make an outer shell or covering for it. I sift through the box and the parts on the table… in futility. I had exhausted all those parts in past raids through the box. I am now left to resorting to going to the dump again.

Raphael, Michelangelo, and Leonardo have been sparring without weapons for the past hour, making sure their steps are light so nobody will hear them downstairs. This is why I'm the weakest fighter of the four of us; while they're training, I'm making something to beat the bad guy. Although this time, I can't really say anything, as it is my own creation that we are trying to take down. *Don't do it, Donatello! Think about that later!* I shake my head of the thought and think about how I can get to the dump fastest and without going into the sewers. Right now it is 5:18, so we have about seven hours before we have to get going. Totally doable.

"Hey Raph," I ask nicely, "will you come with me to get the last few parts I need for the remote?"

He steps back from the fight and replies, "Anything to get away from these two morons. When you thinking about leaving?"

"Probably in an hour or so, enough so that it's a bit darker and easier to hide. We have to leave here in about seven hours to make it to the lair according to my prediction." He grunts a reply and motions for me to spar with him. I get up and engage him in hand-to-hand combat (my bo was already off).

Hand to hand combat is one area in which I have the advantage over Raphael. His muscle is largely brawn and brute strength. He has many muscles, but many of those muscles are not often used in a battle. Because of this, he often uses brute strength in a fight to overpower his enemies, putting all of his power into a few fatal blows in exchange for speed rather than sacrificing power for greater speed. He takes many hits this way, but whenever he does get a hit in it does a lot of damage. Because of the nature of my weapon and working with machinery, I am second strongest of the four of us. Raph has been able to bench around 800lbs consistently. I can bench about 650lbs. Leo and Mikey can do around 450lbs. We have the strength and resilience of turtles mixed with the adaptability of humans, which allows us to become very strong. My Bo is made of heavy oak, and in order to swing that thing around with any sort of speed and be able to change direction mid-stroke, it takes a lot of muscle. Also, to work with most of the metal and machinery that I work with you have to be able to lift it to move it out of the way. Leo's and Mikey's weapons require primarily speed and not as much strength behind the blows, and they do not do nearly as much regular lifting that Raph and I do.

I sidestep a punch, only to be knocked momentarily off my feet by a surprise kick. I lean backwards, going into a handstand and flip back onto my feet. Flowing swiftly into a defensive position, I dodge all of Raphs blows, looking for an opportunity to jump into the offense. I see an opening as he reaches to jab my stomach. I redirect his punch and throw him off balance, bringing my hands to his neck to show that I won. We both freeze once my hand reached his vein, and we relax. Being faster than him certainly has its advantages in cases such as these, however with weapons, that is generally neutralized by the weight of my bo.

I wipe the sweat off my face and stretch my now warm muscles. It feels good to take a while off of working on machines and train sometimes, other times it just becomes a pain to train so much. I know we need to, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. We had been fighting for half an hour before one of us was able to pull ahead. If we had been fighting with weapons, he would have quickly won.

Sorry it took so long. I just got REALLY sidetracked with upcoming exams and shit. I'll try and get better!