Chapter 9
I limped to the kitchen, pain shooting up through my sides from the bruises I had suffered. I poured myself a glass of water and downed it in a matter of seconds. I poured myself another glass and took my time swallowing the contents of the second glass. I walked over to the fridge and opened it up. I grabbed out a slice of pizza that Mikey had made the night just passed. I smiled and bit into it. I shut the fridge door with my foot and sat down at the table. I swallowed the remainder of the pizza then looked at the clock. It read 05.00 am. I frowned. The time couldn't be right. I went over to it and tapped the clock. It then changed to 05.01 am. I shook my head and went over to the couch. I sat down on it and pressed the remote, turning the TV on. I flicked the channel over to a cartoon and tossed the remote down beside me. I stretched out on the couch and hissed as pain coursed through my side that was stretched out more. I scrunched up my body, before lying down on the couch. I rolled over and watched the cartoon. I looked up when a hand touch my head. Raph had sat down on the couch's arm and just patted my head a little.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I wanted to apologize for yesterday a'right. It wasn't right for me to take my anger out on you" Raph replied. I shrugged.
"I don't care. It was mostly my fault." I turned back to the TV. "By the way, how do you manage your anger? You must have some sort of plan" I continued on. Raph took his hand away and shrugged.
"I just take a walk around the surface. It really does help" Raph replied, not looking at me. I glanced at him and saw his face had gone a slight shade of pink.
"Are you blushing?" I asked, with a grin. Raph glared down at me.
"I am not blushing" He snarled. I laughed and sat up, ignoring my pain.
"You are. You are blushing" I laughed. Raph frowned and clenched his fists. It just made me laugh harder. I had tears running down my face and I clutched my stomach from the pain my laughter was causing it. Raph stood up and started to walk away. "Raph wait," I said, smothering my laughter behind a hand, "I'm sorry." Raph turned, shock on his face.
"What?!" He said, a little shocked.
"I'm sorry I laughed and also for the fact I'm going to tease you about it from now on." I turned around, so I wouldn't laugh again. Raph left the room and I bit my lip, to stop any noise from coming out.
After a few more hours, the other three turtles had woken up, neither of them seeming to have heard my fit of laughter from before. They all positioned themselves at the table and got themselves some breakfast. I decided to sit up and join them. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and milk. I started to scoop the cereal and place it into my mouth. I looked up and saw Raph entering the room. My mind flashed back to Raph's blush and a smirk entered my face. I swallowed my mouthful and stood up.
"I have to go for a walk" I said, trying to hold down my laughter. Leo nodded.
"Just stay away from the surface" He said, swallowing his food. I nodded and hijacked it out of the lair. The moment I was out of earshot, laughter burst out. I doubled over and waited for it to stop. By the time my laughter had left, I was on my knees and clutching my aching stomach. I stayed on the ground for a little while, before standing up. I walked around the sewers for a little before sitting down near a drain and looking up into the streets above. I leant against the wall behind me and crossed my legs. I heard the sound of dripping from one of the sewer pipes in the area. I tried my best to ignore it, but it got too annoying. I stood up and was instantly tackled to the ground. I had my arms pinned by someone's hand and my body was pinned by someone's body. I opened my eyes and looked up. There was a young man, about my age sitting on top of me. He had hair that had been dyed purple and he had one green eye and one bronze. He wore a singlet and black pants, over top of which he wore a large leather black trench coat. He stared right at my eyes and held an icy glare, before leaning forward and kissing me.
"You thought you could escape me did you?" He snarled. I raised an eyebrow.
"Who the hell are you?" I snapped, struggling to escape from his grasp. The man tightened his grip and unsheathed a knife from somewhere. He placed it to my neck and slowly dragged it down to my chest. He opened a small section of my shirt with his knife and placed it to my skin, just below my shoulder. I stopped moving and he started to carve something into my skin. I clenched my hands and bit my tongue, stopping myself from making any noise. I scrunched up my eyes and waited for the pain to subside, all the while tears streamed down my face. When the man shifted, did I dare open my eyes.
"You now belong to me. That mark proves it and I know it will become a scar. You can never hide and run, no matter what I will always find you" He said, an evil glint in his eyes. He got off me and started walking away.
"Name's James, by the way. I'll be seeing you around" He called back over his shoulder. I sat up and looked down at the mark he had left on my body. It was in the shape of an eye with a small star at the bottom left hand of it. I quickly covered the wound and started walking back to the lair. When I entered the lair, I was glad to see that everyone was not in the same area at once. I looked around and saw Donnie at his work station. I walked over to him and sat down beside him.
"Tristan are you alright?" Donnie asked, not looking at me. I turned my head away.
"I need you to help me with something" I replied, quietly. Donnie put his things down and looked at me.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Do you have any expertise in how to treat a wound?"
"Yeah, I am the only one that actually learnt it just in case."
"Could you please take care of one of my wounds?" Donnie nodded.
"Sure thing, just come with me" He said, standing up. I followed suit and the two of us walked towards Donnie's bedroom. Donnie pulled out a chair from his desk and told me to sit in it. I obeyed and sat. Donnie then went over to a cupboard and pulled out a first aid kit. He pulled another chair up and sat down in front of me.
"Where's the wound?" He asked. I almost reluctantly pulled down my shirt a little bit and showed Donnie. He studied it for a moment before taking out some antiseptic and a large square cotton pad. He cleaned my wound with some alcohol, making me hiss in pain. He then placed some antiseptic cream on the pad and placed it right over my wound. He kept it there with some tape.
"Don't take off that pad for the next three to four days. I don't think it'll be healed properly, but we can hope" He said.
"Thank you Donnie" I replied, putting my shirt over top of the pad.
"How did you get that anyway?" Donnie asked.
"I was sitting in the sewers when this man tackled me. He seemed to know me, but I couldn't remember him. He carved my wound with a knife and said I could never escape him no matter what. He told me that his name was James" I explained, leaving out the part where he kissed me. Donnie placed a hand to his chin and thought.
"Hmmm, that's strange. What would a human be doing down here in the first place? It's very rare for someone to come down here. It may be true that he knew you, but I don't think he would come down here just for you" Donnie said. I stood up.
"I should maybe head back to my room" I said. Donnie turned in his chair and moved a hand in a way to tell me that I could go. "Thank you again Donnie" I said. I then turned and walked out of my room and towards mine. I sat on my bed and stared at the floor. The events raced through my mind and I felt I knew what the symbol meant. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. I started to sketch out the image and felt something tugging at the back of my mind. I lay down on my bed and looked up at it. I opened my eyes as a memory came flooding into my mind.
I was sitting down in a large building. There were many people around each with the eye symbol carved into their skin. Some had tattoos of the eye and they were more important than the others. On the far wall, behind three people, was a large banner with the eye and coloured in red.
"It is time for us to surface. We have stayed underground for too long. Let us rise up and cleanse the city of any filth, starting with the purple dragons. We will send them a message; they cannot take what they want, they cannot take over all areas of the city and most importantly, they cannot steal or injure the innocent!" Yelled one of the three people up the front, a male with purple hair and one green eye and one bronze. Everyone around me cheered, but I stayed seated. I was unsure of how everything would turn out. I wanted to speak out, but I couldn't because I feared being kicked out. The second leader stood up, a woman this time. She had long blonde hair, curled at the ends and had brilliant blue eyes.
"Everyone remember, many of us may not make it back here alive. If anyone has any uncertainties, please step forward and tell us" She said, staring right at me. Almost as if in a trance, I stood up. The group gasped as I stood. I was one of the fighters and earned a reputation for being a merciless killer.
"I don't think this is a good idea" I called out.
"How so?" Asked the blonde haired woman.
"How do we know that we can defeat the purple dragons? I everyone knows, I have been assigned to be with them for a few weeks, just learning the ropes and I know for a fact they have weapons and strength far greater than ours. There is no way for anyone of us to be able to destroy them, without killing off almost everyone here" I replied. The blonde haired woman nodded her head.
"I see your point, but we can't win without a sacrifice" She said. I clenched my fist.
"So you are willing to kill anyone in order to gain more territory?!" I yelled out.
"If it means putting an end to the impurities here then yes" she replied, a sweet smile still on her face. The crowd of people looked up at me.
"Fine, I'm out of here. I won't help you kill our comrades." With that I turned and walked away. A third voice spoke.
"If you leave you will be killed if anyone sees you back on our territory." I turned around and looked at the three people up the front.
"I don't care. If you kill them I will never forgive you" I snapped. I walked out of the building and into darkness.
I blinked my eyes and sat up. I had never known I was so…so loyal. I wondered who the other two people were and what they wanted with me. The eye was important, I know that. But I don't remember what it meant. Something then stuck in my mind. The Watchers. I frowned. Maybe that was the name of the group. I walked out of my room and headed straight for Donnie's room. Surprisingly, he had not left. I knocked on his door and he turned around.
"Tristan? Are you okay? You look pale" He said. I nodded.
"Umm, would it be alright if I borrowed your computer for a few moments?" I asked. Donnie nodded.
"Go for it, there is no set password so just turn it on" He replied.
"Thank you" I replied. I walked out of the room and towards the little desk that had been set up for the computer and VCR. I sat down and pressed the power button. As I waited for it to load, I looked around to make sure no one was watching what I was doing. I opened the internet and typed in 'The Watchers.' Almost at once a million websites popped up and I glanced at each one. One website stuck out more than the others, so I opened it up. The screen went black and a box popped up. Inside the box, it read 'password.' I typed in 'the watchers.' Nothing. A word came into my head as I thought. I started to type it out. P-u-r-i-t-y. The box closed and I was in the site. It was a full black background with a large eye symbol on it. I moved my curser over to it and clicked on the symbol. All at once, the website went up to a large amount of information on who the group was. I didn't bother reading it and scrolled down. I saw images of the group's members and their status. I scanned over the faces, until I found Jason. I clicked on the image and it took me to a full body explanation. I started to read.
Name: Jason Mays Quills.
Age: Nineteen
Sex: Male.
Rank: One of the three leaders.
Mate: Tristan Oak Bennet.
Blood Type: B.
Housing: N/A.
Purity: Full Purity.
I reread the information and frowned. How was it that I was this guy's mate? I pressed the button to go back to the previous page and looked for my image. Once I found it, I clicked on it. My image came up and some information based on what someone had written came up. I read through it.
Name: Tristan Oak Bennet.
Age: Eighteen.
Sex: Female.
Rank: Former Fighter.
Mate: Jason May Quills.
Blood Type: AB-
Housing: N/A.
Purity: Full Purity.
Tristan had the most promise in becoming the next Leader of the gang members. She would have made a fine mate for Jason, but seeing as she left, Jason has to find a way to bring her back if he ever wants to keep his position as leader. If anyone sees Tristan around, leave her be. She is the concern of Jason's and only Jason. If anyone else touches her they are to be killed on site. Tristan may have moved away from where our headquarters have been set up and is refusing to live in any housing. The ones we ordered to track her down had tracked her as far as NYC. She may have moved from their already, but if she is still there we must keep her there. If she escapes, we may not be able to find her again.
Tristan is a natural born killer. If you encounter her, stay away otherwise you would be killed. She shows no mercy and would never hesitate to kill in order to gain a normal life. We have already had to destroy her family in order to gain her back, but it had the opposite reaction we wanted. Remember, if she does corner you, the best thing to do, would be to run.
I scrolled down a bit more and looked over some images of a woman, man and girl. The woman had brown hair, curled slightly at the ends and she had grey eyes. The man had brown hair and brown eyes. My eyes went over to the girl and I jumped out of my chair. I took a few steps back and clapped a hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming. The girl was me. I moved a few steps forward and read the name underneath. Olivia. Her relationship status was that she was my twin sister. Underneath each image read one word in bold red letters. Deceased. Tears formed in my eyes and a hand gently touched my shoulder.
"Are you alright?" came Raph's voice. I refused to speak. Raph walked over to the computer and took one look at the screen. He turned around, concern written on his face. "Tristan, do you want to take a walk?" He asked. I shook my head slowly. My face was still on Olivia's face. I wondered what had happened. Raph then shut down the computer and walked over to me. He took my arm and led me to a chair at the table. I sat down and found that I was shaking. Raph went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. He handed it to me. I took it and took a shaky sip. Leo sat down beside me and waited for me to start speaking.
"That was my sister" I whispered. Raph nodded.
"Yes. Although I have one question. Where did you find that website?" He asked. I shook my head and looked at him.
"I had a memory surface while I was in my room. I thought I could find out some information if I searched the internet. I may have found more than I wanted to know" I replied. Raph frowned a little.
"Why didn't you tell anyone about your memory?" He asked. I took another sip.
"It only just happened and I wanted to know what it meant first. Now I have words lingering in my head because of it. The site showed me more of who I am than what I knew. It told me what I was doing before I even came here" I replied. Raph nodded and leaned in a little, listening to me. "I found that I was not originally from New York. I must have come here sometime between the making of the website and meeting all of you" I said. Raph stared at me blankly as he let what I said sink in. He rested his head on one of his hands. I brought my legs up and crossed them on the chair. I took another sip, before placing the now empty cup on the table.
"Feeling better?" Raph asked. I nodded.
"Yes, thank you. I'm sorry to be so much trouble" I replied, mumbling the last part of my sentence. Raph shrugged and sat up straight.
"T's alright," He said, standing up, "If you're feeling better tomorrow, training starts again" He said. I nodded my head.
"A'right. But I want to at least sleep in a bit longer" I replied, with a slight smirk. Raph stood up.
"Fine, but if you don't wake up by eight then I'm coming to drag you out myself" He said, grinning. Raph went away and headed towards the dojo area to start his extra training he does during the day. I stared at the table and found myself stroking the pad on my wound. What did this person called Jason want? Why did he go to so much trouble to find me? Would I ever go back? Questions flooded my mind and I thought about how I could find out more information. I decided it would be best to contact Jason himself.