Okay, I know a lot of you have been waiting to see what Lea does with Mikey (if you don't kill her first for tying up and kidnapping Mikey), so here you go! I blame all delays on Algebra homework, Prep Bowl tournaments, Robotics tournaments, midterms (why did I opt for high school classes?!), and global warming.
"Mm mm mmph mm mmn, mmph mmph mmph mpph MMPH!"
"Stop yelling! We can't understand you anyway." Lea yelled at her, fine, THEIR, rambunctious prisoner. Ever since she had caught him up on that building, he hadn't shut up. It didn't seem to matter to him that no one understood, or cared, about what he was saying; he just kept angrily squawking what were assumed to be threats and curses.
"Mmph mmn MMPH!" Mikey shouted again.
Elle whapped him with one of her staves. "We aren't letting you go so stop asking!" she exclaimed.
Leonara rubbed her three-fingered hands together gleefully. "Oh, what to do." She said mischievously, twirling the excess chain in her hand, "What to do to you."
Mikey's eyes narrowed, so Lea tugged on the chain length, tightening the loop around his neck until he yelped for mercy. She laughed evilly.
"Dear God." Fay thought worriedly, "This girl is my sister?"
Mika whacked away at her keyboard, having to backspace a lot due to her fat fingers, and pulled up a video-chat session with the one and only Baxter Stockman.
"Yes, Mikelanjela?" he asked, secretly hoping she wouldn't talk robotically.
"Progenitor! Progenitor! I comprise marvelous rumor!" Mika exclaimed, "We boast incarceration of the auburn terrapin!"
Before Baxter could even think to ask Fay to translate, she emotionlessly repeated, "Daddy, Daddy, I have great news. We caught the orange turtle."
"Thank you, Rafayela." Stockman chirped.
Fay's green eyes dimmed and she stared at her feet. She trudged out of screenshot and slid her shell down the wall with a sigh.
"I hate it." She thought mournfully, "I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!" Prisoners, battles, evil plots, this wasn't her style! Pacifists like peace, calm, agreeing to disagree; anything violent was wrong and bad in Fay's book. And it broke her heart to think that she was being the baddest of the bad right then, kidnapping her BROTHER. Well, like, half-brother.
"What if Daddy's really the bad guy? What if these turtles are really all nice and helpful and heroic and WE'RE the bad ones?!" She thought jumpily, "No. That's not right. That CAN'T be right. Daddy wouldn't lie like that, right?"
"He would if he is a bad guy." Fay answered doubtfully. Baxter's voice leapt out of the computer and slashed through her thoughts…and eardrums.
"Oh, so THERE'S the volume button." Elle stated thoughtfully.
"Yes dear, good job." Stockman answered. Fay thought his caring voice sounded a bit forced, a candy coating to his true evil and malicious nature.
"So, Dad, we caught the turtle." Elle decreed, "Are you proud?"
"Very." Baxter said.
"Liar." Fay thought before she could get her mind under control.
Elle beamed. "Do you want us to bring him home?" she asked sweetly. She lay on her plastron with her legs crossed in the air, swinging them back and forth in the cutesiest way.
"Not yet, dear." Stockman replied, "If we capture just one, the other three will retrieve him, surely."
"But we can beat 'em off." Lea added off screen.
"Yeah!" Elle cheered, "We're strong!"
"I do not doubt that, my darlings, but if those wretched turtles have one good thing, it is a strong sense of family. They will find themselves a way to get their brother back, even if it kills them." Baxter declared, "It's so ANNOYING!"
"Really?" Lea asked, "Hmph. Wonder why."
"Must be nice." Fay muttered under her breath.
Suddenly, Leonara grinned devilishly. "You want the full package, huh?" she said to Stockman, "Well, I know a way to get it."
"Oh?" Baxter replied, slightly scared by his daughter's smile, "And how's that?"
"Easy. We bait a trap." She stated, "Then we beat 'em, capture 'em, and tie 'em up in a big bow for Daddy.
"Where are we gonna get bait?" Elle asked.
"Well, the turtles love this human food called pizza." Stockman supplied. As if to prove his point, Mikey's eyes widened at the mention of the Italian dish.
"Nonsense. We already have bait." Lea said. She glanced over her shoulder at the tightly bound Mikey and gave him a smile that made his spine shudder.
Mika typed swiftly at her laptop. She easily slipped through the phone's heavy firewalls and tapped into the contacts. She presented her work to Lea, the criminal mastermind present.
"Perfect." She replied, taking the laptop from the auburn-haired turtle. Leonara sat cross-legged and put the laptop in her lap. The screen showed five numbers: Leo, Donnie, Raph, some girl named April, and a pizza delivery service. Lea smiled and clicked on the tab reading Leonardo.
She keyed in her words slowly, savoring her intellect and pure malice. "The alley between the Byerly Building and The Worldwide Genome Project. Fourth Street. 5908 ½. Come. NOW." She printed. Lea clicked the 'Send' button. The turtle shell-shaped phone rocked back and forth and made a loud vibrating noise. The screen showed a little envelope and read 'Message Sent'. Leonara pushed the laptop onto the ground and leaned back, beaming. All that's left to do is wait.
"I can't believe we lost Mikey." Donnie moaned for the fifth time, "…to our DOPPELGANGERS."
"It's all my fault." Raph said, kicking a patchwork dummy in the face, "I was the one in the back. I should've been watching him. I should've heard something. I should've seen something. I'm a ninja for God's sake!" He punched the dummy in the gut and a little stuffing leaked out.
"Raphael, I am sure Michelangelo is fine." Splinter reassured, "You will find a way to retrieve him. But torturing that poor thing will not help him." Raph glared at Splinter and punched the dummy, looking away to avoid anyone seeing his tears.
Leo sat on the couch and stared at the floor. He remembered when Karai had captured him; it was not fun. After a while you started worrying if you were ever going to escape. Plus, he had the added weight of the whole evil-girl-thing on his shoulders, which Leo realized they had yet to tell Splinter. Just as he opened his mouth, his phone vibrated and started playing that dinky two-tone noise he hadn't bothered to change yet. All eyes turned to him, as if to blame him for being texted at such a grim time. He blushed and checked the screen. His eyes widened.
"It's from Mikey!" he exclaimed. The other two turtles immediately ran over and looked over his shoulders at the screen.
Leo read aloud, "The alley between the Byerly Building and the Worldwide Genome Project. Fourth Street. 5908 ½. Come. NOW."
"I don't know guys. Doesn't it sound like a trap?" Leo asked, "Guys?" He looked behind him. Donnie and Raph had vanished without a trace, like ninja are wont to do. Leo sighed and chased after them. "This better be worth it, Mikey." He grumbled.
"Okay, so everyone's clear on what to do when those other turtles show up?" Lea asked.
"Yeah." Fay sighed.
"Confirmatory." Mika decreed.
"Um…" Elle mumbled.
Mika and Lea simultaneously groaned and facepalmed. Fay gave Elle a sympathetic smile and mouthed, "It's alright."
"Elle, this is the last time I'm telling you. Alright?" Lea told the flighty blonde.
Elle saluted stiffly. "Yes, Sergeant Leonara!" she exclaimed, having difficultly not grinning as she said it.
Lea was too pleased with the prospect of taking home four hogtied turtles to please her daddy dearest to take that offensively. Plus, 'Sergeant Lea' had a nice ring to it. She played along and shouted, "That's Sergeant Major General to you, Private!"
Elle laughed and clapped like a happy toddler. Lea was actually playing for once. Even though she had been alive for, like, a DAY, she somehow knew that Lea didn't play along much.
Lea then stated, "Alright. Back to business." She spoke slowly and simply, as if she were addressing a preschooler on how to play hide-and-seek. "When the bad turtle guys show up, we stand in front of the bad orange turtle. You don't talk." Leonara explained, making sure to wave her hands over one another on the word 'talk', "You let me talk. I talk to turtle men. I make us look all cool and bad and tough so they get scared and distracted. And while they are busy being scared, Mika will take 'em from behind. Those sneaky ninja won't know what hit 'em!"
Elle cheered loudly. Fay whispered in what she thought was an unheard voice, "I can hear them coming."
But the ever-vigilant Mika heard and hissed softly, "The terrapins approach!"
"Quick, everyone, draw your weapons and try to look at least somewhat tough!" Lea said, "It's all part of the plan." She pressed herself against the wall and tossed her knife in the air, watching it make spinning silver circles. She sunk back into the shadows so the only thing that could be seen was the streetlight on her dagger.
"What does 'tough' look like?" Elle asked.
"Just look calm and mean!" Lea spat, "And hurry!"
Elle twirled her one of her mini-bo between her two fingers with practiced expertise. Mika stood blocking Mikey's view, carefully sliding the edge of her khopesh inches from her skin to give the illusion of her not being able to be cut. Fay reluctantly stood behind Mikey and gave her meanest death stare at the back of Mika's head. She'd look stupid with her runcible spoons out.
"Am I really gonna do this? Beat up innocent turtles? Pretend to be a mean gang girl? Let Mika and Lea take out these turtles with so much as a bat of the eye?" she thought nervously, "No. I have to play along. They can't know. I'll be humiliated, embarrassed, the shame of my family."
Her thoughts were broken by one loud thud that vibrated the concrete floor. Fay stepped to the side to see, but she already knew what was there. A trio of very angry figures glared back at her. The turtles.
She felt the blue one's eyes take in the tall, fierce Mika; the short but strong Elle; the weak, pacifistic Fay. If he was anywhere near as mean as Leonara was, they had something to fear. And Raph, he was supposed to be violent and cruel. And Donnie, he was supposed to be smart, like EINSTEIN smart. Who's to say he didn't have a killer robot waiting in the shadows behind them, just itching to gobble up some turtle girls?!
"You have something that belongs to us." Leo said with a growl in his voice. He was obviously the leader; even without Dad telling her, Fay could see that.
"Oh yeah?" Lea's sassy voice answered from the shadows, "And what would that be?" She stalked confidently out into the open. She shoved Mika to the side and stood in her place, staring down her twin.
Leonardo held her gaze without a single waver. "You know what we want." He snarled.
Leonara raised an eyebrow ridge. "Do I?"
The red boy, Raphael, gave a feral growl that made Fay question how she could be made from something so malicious. "Look, chick." He spat, "Just give us Mikey back, tell us what the HECK you are and how you stole our names, eyes, faces, and all that, and MAYBE we'll let you off the hook. MAYBE."
Lea gave a laugh reminiscent of the queen Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty, the one who could morph into a dragon. "Oh Raphael, I wish it were that easy." She said with a fake sigh, using the same slice-the-air-but-make-it-look-like-you're-cutting-your-skin trick Mika did, "Okay, I don't, but I digress. Our old man wants all four of you hogtied and back at our place, and I don't intend to let him down."
"Baxter Stockman." Donnie muttered.
Lea's face brightened with faux surprise and respect. "Very good!" she exclaimed with a voice of a first-grade teacher when someone answers two plus two right, "Daddy did say you were the smart one. Of course, we got stuck with Elle."
"Is that supposed to be offensive?!" the little blonde cried, her pretty brown eyes blazing with fury for the turtles who had hurt her father, now turned on Leonara.
Just then Mika, who had disappeared like the ninja whose blood she was made from, looped a long chain around Raph's neck and yanked him backwards. He in turn threw her over his shoulder. Lea calmly stepped to the side and let Mika barrel into her mirror image, still wrapped in chafing chains. "Mikey!" Raph yelped. He turned on Lea and dropped a smoke bomb. Thick purple smoke clouded around and made everyone's eyes itch, including his brothers. A few scuffles and grunts could be heard through the puffs. When the smoke cleared, Lea and Raph were grappling in between the two groups, her daggers locked between the prongs of his sai.
She broke away and dashed over to her sisters. "Let's get 'em, girls!" she cried, "Someone needs to stay back and keep a hold on this one's leash, though." She kicked at Mika and gestured to the length of chain sitting under a brick. "Can't have him escaping."
"I'll do it!" Fay exclaimed a little too excitedly. When she received odd looks, she added, "Well, I'm the weakest. He's the weakest. It makes sense, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess." Lea answered, "We should match up. Okay, I take Purple, Mika take Red, and Elle take Blue. Fay watches Orange."
"Alright! It's time to turtle up!" Elle shouted, thrusting a tiny staff into the air.
Lea glared at her. "That is the cheesiest thing I've ever heard." She declared.
"Whatevs. Let's just beat up some turtles!" Elle replied, dashing head-on towards Leo.
"I second that motion!" Leonara cried, throwing a shuriken at Donnie.
"Third!" Mika added, twirling her khopesh as she ran at Raph.
"Fourth! I guess." Fay said. She sighed and sat down next to Mikey, chain in hand.
"Mmm hmm mmph?" Mikey mumbled through his chains.
Fay glanced over her shoulder. Her sisters seemed pretty preoccupied. Elle was bouncing around Leo, who had a bent sword. Fay smiled; wonder how he got that. Lea had easily splintered poor Donnie's staff into a pile of wood shards, forcing him to fight with the razor blade of his bo in one hand and a kunai in the other. Her ponytail had been hacked considerably shorter. Mika was swinging her Egyptian sword like a pro, coming close enough to Raph's skin to give him a haircut, if he had had hair.
Fay held the chain tightly in her right hand and moved it closer to Mikey, loosening it. She slid the chains off his mouth so they rested around his neck like a heavy silver necklace.
"Thanks." He said.
"Shh!" Fay exclaimed, putting a finger to his beak, "If you don't want a dagger down your throat you better shut the heck up!"
"Yikes. Sorry." Mikey whispered, "Y'know, I thought since you let me talk and stuff, it meant you weren't gonna hurt me."
"I won't, but my sisters will, especially Leonara." Fay answered, pointing towards the black-haired turtle that was currently being beaten with her own daggers. Fay smirked. Serves her right.
"Yeah, if you were our prisoner, and you were talking, Raph would probably shove a sai down your throat." Mikey stated, jerking his head toward the red-banded turtle as he kicked Mika in the gut.
"Funny. That's me." Fay mumbled, staring at the ground.
"Whaddya mean, 'That's me.'?" Mikey asked.
"It means we were all made from your guys' blood." Fay explained, mentally chiding herself for revealing so much to a prisoner, "I was made from his."
"Really? You mean Raph's blood is in there?" he asked, poking her arm with his head, since he couldn't really use much of anything else.
Fay laughed softly and said, "And some other stuff."
"I heard that you were made by Baxter Stockman." Mikey decreed. Fay nodded. "Man, that guy is plain EVIL." Mikey furthered, "I don't think I could stand it if Master Splinter was like him."
"He's nice to us!" Fay defended, "At least he pretends to be."
"Master Splinter is nice to us." Mikey replied, "He'd be nice to you, too."
Fay looked at Mikey. The big bad Splinter, the deadly rat mutant, nice to HER? The daughter of his enemy, the creation of his stolen son's blood. She considered it for a second; having four brothers AND three sisters, plus a parent who thought of them as more than weapons of mass destruction. Fay shook her head. He was trying to psych her out, get in her head, warp her thoughts to his benefit. Well, she was smarter than that.
She snorted loud enough to draw glances from her sisters. "Yeah, okay." Fay said in a loud voice, "Why don't you just shut up? Won't be long till your brothers are in the same sorry shape as you."
Fay knew she had crossed some sort of line when she heard a deep growl from a ways behind her. Mikey's baby blue eyes looked hurt, like a puppy when you yelled at it for no reason.
"I didn't mean it." Fay whispered as loud footsteps came toward her, "It was for my sisters. I'm supposed to be a bad guy, like them."
"But you're not!" Mikey answered. His eyes flitted from Fay to the figure approaching behind her.
"I know! I'm a pacifist." Fay decreed, trembling in fear of the turtle she knew was almost behind her.
"What's a pass-a-fish?" Mikey asked innocently.
Fay spared herself a nervous laugh. She corrected quickly, "No, pacifist. It means I don't like fighting or arguing or war. I want world peace. Y'know, doves and paper cranes flying everywhere with their little olive branches and rainbow flags in a world of peace signs and victory symbols where hippies are embraced and everyone has 'Shalom' and broken rifles tattooed on their arms."
"Oh." Mikey replied, seemingly unfazed by his brother mere feet away from Fay, "You make a good one of those!"
Fay smiled briefly before drawing a runcible spoon with her left hand and swinging it to meet Raph's sai. "Why you sounding so cocky, little girl?" he asked with a smirk, noticing the fear in her eyes.
In a bold offensive move she gripped his wrist and flipped him over her shoulder, holding his arm to the ground. Fay knew Raph through her blood; wittiness made him angry, and anger made him erroneous. "Dunno. Must've got it from you." She answered playfully.
Raph snarled and kicked Fay in the face. She tumbled backwards and released the chain holding Mikey. Warm blood mingled with pained tears. Leo saw this window of opportunity and made use of it. He unwrapped the chain and yelled, "Hurry! Go!"
Mikey scrambled up and shot one last glance at Fay. Crimson blood laced her sparkly green irises, turning something innocent and charming into something bloodshot and venomous. Her beak twitched back in a very un-pacifistic hiss. With that image in his mind, Mikey whipped around and fled, not from the girls, but from Fay.
Fay watched him leave, terror etched in his face. She pressed her palm to her aching forehead and it came away bloodied. A pair of hands reached into her crimson-coated sight and tightly tied a strip of cloth around the wound. Slowly, the vicious stinging in her eyes dissipated as red tears rolled down her cheeks. They dripped from her earrings, giving the illusion of swirly cuts made in her skin.
"Nice job, Fay. Didn't know you had it in ya." She faintly heard Lea say. A hand patted the skin between her plastron and her carapace, but Fay didn't notice it. She was too deep in thought. Somehow, she had found a forbidden friend, then lost it before she could truly know how it felt.
Sorry this took so long, once again. I've been busy cramming as much as I can into as little time as possible. It doesn't work out well.