Explaining Friendship with Kristopher

"How do you know Kristopher," Mikey asks, looking to me when Raph and I enter the lair. "And why did he freak out when he saw the REAL you?"

"I don't know," I say, sitting on the couch while Raph sits on a chair and Don and Leo sit on the floor. "He's going to regret it though because I'm the ONLY friend he had! THE ONLY ONE!"

"Why didn't he have any other friends," Don asks with his gaze fixed on me.

"He was a geek," I reply, my gaze going to the floor. "Everybody else bullied him. The jocks shoved him in lockers, the band geeks played their instruments full volume right by his head or just called him names. Ever since he ran into me, or got shoved into me, the bullies backed off and left him alone. Without me, they'll bully him again and he gained my friendship and had it ever since."

The turtles' eyes widen as they look to me. "Really," Leo says, his gaze looking to me. "I never really though he'd be picked on."

I nod and look down, pain in my eyes. "I know. I just can't believe he ended our friendship just like that!"

Mikey starts hugging me, but I push him away.

"I'm NOT a hugger, Mikey," I say, looking down. "I only like it when Raph hugs me or when there's a group hug. Nothing else."

"Sorry, Fay," Mikey says, backing away from me. "I forgot."

"You ALWAYS forget, Mikey," Raph says, slapping the youngster's head before sitting next to me. "One of these days you'll forget everything."

I get up and go to the dojo, training ferociously to clear my head before turning into a wolf and running out of the lair and going to Leatherhead's home. "Leatherhead, I need to talk to you." When the gator doesn't reply, I cautiously walk around, investigating, when I feel sharp metal weapons enter my leg and then my side, making me yelp and whimper.

"You really ARE pathetic, aren't you," the mystery voice says, chaining my mouth shut and tying my legs together. "You think you can BEAT me!"

When the mystery attacker puts a shot in my flank, I feel weak and useless. Soon, I black out and only my hearing is alert.

Not too long after I black out, I feel hard ground reach my body and I roll down something hard and sharp... stairs.

"Now, mutt, you can die alone," I hear the mystery person sneer as I open my eyes and he leaves.

"Raph," I say weakly, my stomach growling and my strength MIA (Missing In Action). "Help." I try standing up, but my legs buckle under my weight.

"Where is she," I hear Raph ask from the lair, the other three turtle brothers trying to assure him I'm fine. "If she was fine, she would be back by now! I'm going to go look for her."

I hear him storm out and go to the rooftops, calling my name. I howl as loud as I can before I collapse weakly on the ground where I am.

"Faith," I hear Raph say, running to me. "What happened?" Raph holds me close to his chest and tears fall onto my fur before taking me to the lair and having Donnie check me out, checking for any serious injuries or anything serious.

"She has stab wounds on her left back leg and her side," Donnie says, putting a breathing mask over my mouth. "I'll do what I can to help her, though." He starts working on me while Raph stays by my side.

"I'm not leaving you, Faith," Raph says, holding my front left paw gently. "I can promise you that."

I weakly breathe in and out, the heart monitor beeping slower than before but speeds up slightly when I see Raph.

A few hours later, Donatello finishes working on me and goes to Raph's side. "She'll be weak, but she'll be fine. You're in charge of making sure she doesn't walk for a few hours."

I weakly open my eyes to see Raph nod and look back to me while Don leaves. "Don't worry, Faith. You'll be fine in a while, I promise."

Resting my head down, I close my eyes while the oxygen mask is still on to help me breathe as sleep overcomes me.