A/N: Hey! It's been a while since I've updated this one!
This is a 'promo' if you will, of another AU I'm thinking of making. And yes, it's a Jurassic World AU XD. Some guys off tumblr said it was a good idea, so I ran with it!
This is probably one of my shortest drabbles yet, but I think I did okay :)
I OWN NOTHING!
Enjoy!
Alpha
Her palms were sweating as she gripped the handles of her motorbike, trembling with nervousness despite her stone-faced demeanor.
Her heart was pounding against her chest like a drum, and her hair, despite how it stuck to the back of her neck and to the sides of her face, felt as though it were standing on end.
All around her, she could hear the engines of the jeeps rumbling, the sound of guns loading and clicking into place, the soldiers gearing up and climbing in, ready to go when she gave the signal.
Despite how hard she'd tried to prevent this from happening, to prevent the war crazed, power hungry Oroku Saki from getting anywhere near her turtles, her boys, her babies, she'd failed. And now here they were.
Above the noise of the engines and soldiers, April could also hear her boys behind their gates. She could feel their rising tension, their own reluctance and anger, along with a strange sense of excitement, for what was soon to come.
And worse, his words continued to echo mercilessly in her thoughts, ringing in her ears like a taunting alarm bell.
"This is happening, O'Neil! With or without you!"
The sick part of it was that in the end, he'd been right.
The only way to track that rampaging mutant down, trap it, and kill it, was through the turtles. They were the only ones strong enough, fast enough, and insanely skilled enough to stop the creature – or as her little Michelangelo had dubbed it, 'the Shredder' – before it hurt or killed anyone else on this stupid island.
At least, she hoped they were. They hadn't been trained as assassins for fifteen years just for show after all, despite what Saki liked to believe.
Glancing behind her to look at her partner, Karai, sat on her own motorbike a few feet away, April raised a brow in silent query.
Ready?
The ebony haired woman nodded once.
Even from a distance, April could see that her face, as cool and collected as ever, was only a façade, a mask to hide her own anxiety. For fifteen years, Karai had been by April's side, raising the turtles with her, caring for them as if they were their own. She was just as afraid as April.
But there was no time to be afraid, not now. They had a job to do, regardless of how unwilling they were to do it.
Nodding back and steeling her expression as she let out a slow, calming breath, April turned from Karai and looked up at the kid, Vernon, standing atop the metal walkway nearby where the turtles were currently waiting to be released. He held the remote in his hands, waiting for her signal. There was a look in his eyes that April couldn't properly place; it was somewhere between excited and unbearably afraid – for reasons completely different from April's. But he had a right to be scared. The turtles weren't exactly civilized.
She nodded once at him, and he nodded back, turning his back on her as he readied the controller.
April focused her crystal-eyed gaze straight ahead, her eyes narrowing determinedly as she revved her bike, ignoring the frantic pounding against her rib-cage.
Saki wanted to see what her boys were made out of? He would see alright.
Time to go put on a show, babies.
Vernon jabbed his thumb on the button.
The doors barely had time to swing open before four green figures burst from them, and then the turtles were bounding from the site, heading straight into the forest.
They had the mutant's scent; they knew exactly where they were going. And April wasted no time in revving up her bike and following after them, plunging into the darkness of the forest, her partner and their team not far behind.
Even in the dark, with the moon above as their only guide, the four mutant terrapins weaved effortlessly through the trees and bushes, leaping over fallen logs in their path and ducking underneath low hanging vines as they ran, never once faltering in their pursuit of the target.
They were fast, they were sharp, they were nimble, and they were silent, like ghosts. Their feet made nary a sound as they pounded against the dirt and rocks, their panting breaths of effort like mere whispers of wind, their mask tails – bright and colorful things that they'd worn since birth – whipping behind them like flags.
Despite their speed, it wasn't long before April's bike caught up with them, the roaring of her bike engine shattering the silence as she ploughed through the forest. With the slight piercing the veil of black, she could easily catch the turtles in the shadows, running and leaping on either side of her with the whites of their eyes focused ahead of them.
On her left, she saw Michelangelo, her youngest, bounding through the treetops with the vigor and jubilancy that she adored, though his freckled face was not split by is usual eager grin. Donatello was but a mere purple and green streak, every move he made, a leap, a duck, calculated before execution. The turtle was probably more focused on perfecting his movements rather than his actual mission, but that was Donatello; so focused on so many other things at once that he often lost track of the main objective.
On her right, Raphael, second born, powered through the shrubs with little effort, using the brute strength that was both a blessing and a curse to force his way through whatever lay in his path. Though his usually vibrant green eyes were hidden by the whites of his third eye, his fiery temper was as evident as ever, rolling off his muscle-toned body in waves.
And running in front of his red masked brother, nearly touching her as he ran by her side, was Leonardo, his movements elegant, smooth, near perfected after years of honing his skills, pushing himself to his very limits despite how thin he was in comparison to his younger brother Raphael. He was like a gazelle, loping alongside her without a hitch in his stride.
His eye slid over to her, ocean blue meeting crystal for the first time that night. And then, there was a ghost of a smile forming across his lips that took April's breath away.
And it was only then that she noticed what the turtles were doing. They'd formed a circle around her as they ran, one that was almost protective, but above all, it was a sign of kinship. She hadn't even realized it when she'd caught up to them, but they'd moved aside, allowing her to ride with them as if she were one of them…
And rightly so.
Leonardo was their squad leader, the head of their team. But April was their Sensei, their Alpha, their mother…
April was one of them, in every way, in every sense. And even in the heat of a mission, one that could surely be their last should anything go awry, they had made sure she knew that, no matter what.
Damn, she was a badass. They were badass.
Wearing a determined grin wide enough to split her face, April twisted her accelerator, and the five of them ploughed onwards, deeper into the forest in search for their prey.
A/N: OOOOOHHHH YEAH! Not gonna lie, this was the second best scene in the whole dang film, so it felt so good to write it out for the turtles! I hope you enjoyed that, and more are on the way!