Three weeks, three weeks she had suffered from her change. Three weeks her family had feared and grieve for her without any form of reprieve. Three weeks, her friends had dealt with the blame and the shame for leaving her behind on that boat. Three weeks, and she had no choice but to accept her change, she would never be human again. Three weeks, it was all it had taken for her to admit defeat, because, she couldn't stop him. Three weeks, and she had finally lost all hope.
He owned a sub, and she couldn't get on most ships.
He had a gang of Anemone guards, and she couldn't defeat them.
He strikes without warning, and her bad luck bled true. More than once, she had been on the wrong ship when he attacked.
She was at the end of her rope, her revenge lay in pieces around her, and she was growing more and more desperate by the day. What was the point, she couldn't defeat him, but maybe, just maybe, she could get in his way. Thus, when she heard about the costume party cruise that would sail into his territory with all the important bigwigs, she made up her mind to do just that. She would make sure he miss his mark, and thus she strive to stow away. It was a much easier deal than what she had to do on other ships, she just needed the right guy.
What made her choose him?
She would never know.
Maybe something call out to her, maybe, in her hearts of hearts, she knew he wore no costume like her. Maybe, it was just wishful thinking, searching for the turtle heroes she had seen on television. Whatever the reason, she would pick him for her partner, and through him get her revenge on that trip.
Her beloved.
A ninja turtle, pretending to be a ninja turtle, who would have thought.
Then again, she had gone as a mutant lizard, pretending to be a mutant lizard.
Their ideas had matched and as they fought against their foes, she discovered other ways they complimented each other. She owed Captain Fletch for her chance to meet him, and that alone made her sure she could live with the man being in jail instead of being dead. Meeting Raphael alone made her change bearable, and thus, her dark cloud had it's silver lining. Though a silver lining was such a small thing when compared to the dark cloud.
She still couldn't go home.
She still couldn't get her life back.
Though she was no longer alone, and a chance at a new life stood before her.
Could she truly leave so much behind?
Could she truly accept it, her new form, her new life?
Mona Lisa.
Could she truly be happy?
Was his world enough?
This is where the real story begins.
CHAPTER ZERO