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Calypso: About time AKA. You appear to have trouble managing your time
Me: Oh, tough talk coming from the mutant who has nothing to do!
Calypso: *Growls and bares teeth*
Me: Or not...
Chapter 22
Adam and Eve
Horatio, cleaning April's store, looked up as his employer came into the store.
"Mr. Munroe, I have some crates that need to be unloaded."
"I'll get right to it, Ms. O'Neil." The older man replied, smiling slightly as he laid down his broom and followed her out the back.
He looked at the crates and whistled," Where did these come from?"
"I went to an auction. I found some very interesting things there." April said wryly.
Horatio began to unload the crates.
As he placed each crate on the ground, he was reminded of his old life as a fisherman. Catching, cleaning and selling those fish… it was a messy business. He laughed silently, remembering how Daphne became a rather prissy thing, despising the fishing business. Andromeda seemed to enjoy it, gutting fish and catching them. The lass, hot-tempered as she was, never ran out of patience when she fished. Her skill had been very great.
Eos, disguised as a human, would barter with those she sold fish to; she had proved to be the best and most hard-nosed at getting a good price for the fish they sold.
Often, they would sell their fish to businesses that imported their fish. He and his daughters would then pack up the fish in ice and crates.
He sighed, missing those days, when he and his daughters were free…
But then, they most likely would not have met the others. Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo. And Calypso certainly would not have gained her family.
"Ah, sometimes it appears misfortunes happen for a reason," Horatio mused, looking up at the sky, he wondered," By the gods, but I wish I could see the big picture."
"HORATIO!!!!!"
April's voice roused the former fisherman out of his reverie and he bolted into the shop.
April was holding a- what was it? Oh yes, a CD- she was holding a CD in her hands, staring down at it in utter shock.
"Ms. O'Neil? What is it?" Horatio asked as he came to stand next to her.
He froze as he caught sight of the album cover.
The title was called," Stranded".
The artist name was Sibyl V. Deluge.
But this was not what held their attention.
The album art depicted a stormy sea. In the midst of a storm, was a boulder, jutting out like a tiny island; on that tiny, Delos-like island, sat a maiden. But this was no ordinary maiden.
"By the gods, has the world gone crazy?" Horatio whispered.
April shook her head," I don't know…but why… or how… is this even possible?"
"Impossible…that's what it is, Miss. Plain impossible." Horatio muttered," Either someone has seen my daughters and made a joke…or there is yet another poor soul, who thinks they are alone in this world."
***
"You know it only breaks my heart…
To see you standing in the dark,
Alone, waiting there for me, to come back,
I'm too afraid to show,"
The singer was unseen. Her band had never gotten a good look at the girl who sang their songs and rocked their world.
"It's coming over you, like it's coming over me,
Crashing like a tidal wave that drags me out to sea,
And I want to be with you, you want to be with me,
Crashing like a tidal wave,
I don't want to be, stranded, stranded, stranded, oh stranded,"
Her voice was husky and full of wistfulness, as her hair flew from her face, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears,"
"These tears are turning me to rust…
I can only take so much
I know, you're waiting there for me, to come back,
I'm too afraid to show,
"It's coming over you, like it's coming over me, crashing like a tidal wave that drags me out to sea, and I want to be with you, you want to be with me, crashing like a tidal wave, I don't want to be, stranded, stranded, stranded, oh stranded,"
She threw back her head, singing out,"
I miss you, I need you,
Without you, I'm stranded,
I love you, I want you-
-To come back.
I'm not afraid to show!"
The tears slowly fell down her dark cheeks as she moaned, her singing voice pleasantly husky,
"If it's coming over you, like it's coming over me,
Then it's crashing like a tidal wave that drags me out to sea,
And I want to be with you,
Do you want to be with me?Cause it's crashing like a tidal wave,
I don't want to be,
Stranded, stranded, stranded, oh stranded,"
Her sister, her back-up singer, sang the echoing chorus as Sybil threw back her head and wailed,
"Oh baby, I MISS you,
Oh baby I NEED you,
So, baby, come ba-ya-ya-ack!
Oh baby come ba-ya-ya-ack!
Her voice little more then a whisper, she sang," So come back, I'm not afraid to show…"
"Good job everyone!" Dexter, the recorder, organizer and general technician, applauded as he cut off the recorder, grinning broadly," That was the best song ever, Sibyl! You totally got talent, girl!"
"Thank you!" came Sybil's voice from behind the screen.
Ryan, the guitarist, asked teasingly," So, are we ever going to find out if you're really as beautiful as your family says you are?"
"I don't know Ryan, are we ever going to find out if you have a brain?"
Ryan rolled his eyes as Mara, Sybil's sister and back up voice applauded," Ryan, leave her alone! Isn't it enough her voice is getting us somewhere? We'd never have even gotten a single out if not for Sibby's voice!"
"Yeah, but what if we actually hold a concert sometime, and we're a flop because no one can see her singing?"
"Who cares? We're not sell-outs! We're MUSICIANS!" Mara retorted.
Sibyl's voice wryly added," And besides, you guys wouldn't want me hogging all the attention, now, would you?"
"Of course not. But still, we'd appreciate it if you decided to come out sometime to socialize with us." Stephen, the drummer, added quietly, his cool brown eyes on the curtain where Sybil usually sat when they recorded their songs.
Mara yawned as she snorted," Whatever! Let's get this new album hopping!"
***
Sybil looked around as she stepped into the empty studio. She was tired of hiding what she was.
"By golly, this is worse then being hideously ugly!" she muttered as she replaced her long coat and gloves. Last of all, she placed her helmet on her head as she strode outside. She was covered up thoroughly, and her sister was waiting for her.
"Dija lock up?"
"You bet."
Sybil hopped on the motorcycle behind her sister," it sucks being half-turtle."
"Never mind that, love, you're still my sister. Some day, we'll be so famous, no one will care that you're not human. Sheesh, what is it with the bigots in this world?!"
"I don't know," Sibyl murmured," I'm just grateful that you guys took me in."
"Hey, love, we would'a been total jerks if we had left you to your own."
Sybil snorted quietly as she hung on to her sister.
"You're still dreaming about him, aren't you?" Mara asked quietly and knowingly as they stopped at the headlights.
Sybil snapped," What is it with you?! Why do you want to know?!"
"You keep having th3 same dream, it's obviously a sign!"
"Oh please." Sybil muttered as she looked away," Not in this lifetime."
"I thought you didn't believe in reincarnation."
"Exactly."
***
NOW, Donatello thought, NOW I'm floored.
This was beyond scientifically impossible. There was just no way. No way in shell!
Nerissa stared as she looked at the album," A female turtle…brown skin…white hair."
"Oh my sainted mother-in-law!!!" Daphne squealed," We have GOT to find her and get her and Mars together!"
"Oh shut up, you stupid cupid!" Andromeda growled," Dream or not, he has no right to force himself on her like that!"
"She looked pretty lonely, doesn't she?" Eos said quietly as she examined the picture.
Nerissa nodded quietly," Yes…she does."
April sighed softly as she looked at the album," the music is good, but mostly, it focuses on longing for love, or friendship, wishing and dreaming."
Eos nodded," She's real. She has to be."
Nerissa added," We have to find her! She must know she's not alone!"
Andromeda nodded," I agree!"
***
"Sir, you should see this."
Agent Bishop stared at the album cover. His eyes glinted as he mused," So…she resurfaced."
"Sir?"
"Agent, I want you to locate this singer. This …Sybil V. Deluge. And bring her into custody."
"Yes sir."
Agent Bishop chuckled as he muttered," Project Eve… you are coming home."
He remembered the other project, who predated Eve. His codename had been Adam, of course, and although slightly different from Eve, he had been a source of pride…until he escaped. He had been so young, but so intelligent. Bishop frowned as he wondered whatever became of Adam… the first mutant turtle.
Well, anyone wondering why this story is called 10 to the 10,000th power AKA Impossible?
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