She held onto that knife like it was her only life line, well in this instance it really was. Four against one, she assessed each one of the turtles. Strange, she thought, but she had seen things that would rattle their minds as well. She did have one advantage against them, height.
"We weren't hurting you." The one she had grabbed strained under her arm. She could feel him trying to twist out of her grip, so she tightened the grip around his throat.
"I'll be the judge of that, green one." She bared her teeth at the others as they took a step closer to the two of them. "Uh-uh, stay there where I can see you all." The one in a purple mask took a small step forward and held up the medical kit in his hands.
"We were trying to help you, please, just let Leo go." He pleaded with her. She studied them further, she wasn't sure how long she had been asleep. Though, the dull pulsing in her side told her it had not been long enough to heal all the way. Before she could release the turtle, Leo, in her arm there was a sharp, but quick jab to her wrist. A cry escaped from her mouth as another sharp jab went to her knees and left her as a pool of jelly on the floor. Another primal growl escaped from her and her eyes seethed with malice.
"Pressure points." She glanced up at what seemed to be a giant, talking rat. Who, she guessed, had been the one who striked her. "I'm sorry to have to use that against you, but you were hurting one of my sons. Donatello, Raphael help our guest back onto the gurney, please." Two of them walked over and lifted her from the floor and set her back where she had awoken. The rat walked over to her side and grasped her hand between his. "You are in our home, and we wish to help you child." Well, now she felt like a jerk.
"I'm sorry, it was wrong of me to attack, uhm, Leo?" She smiled sheepishly up at the turtle garbed in a blue mask. He rubbed at his throat where an angry red mark had appeared and shrugged.
"It's okay, you were afraid. Just please, don't do that again." Leo sighed out.
"So, where am I? And who and what are you?" She questioned the old rat. The one in the red mask poked a stiff green finger into her chest.
"We could ask you the same. Why are you here? And what makes you think you can just come in here and rough one of us up? Huh?" He spat at her accusingly.
"Raphael, stop!" The rat called out. The turtle huffed and crossed his arms across his chest, obviously irritated. "Let me tell you the story of how we came to be down here, and in exchange, you can tell us how you came to be in your current situation as well." She nodded in agreement, she had always loved a good story.
Keeping his word, the rat explained everything to her. How they were all normal at one point of time. He told her about his master, Hamato Yoshi, how he had learned martial arts and ninjitsu from his cage. He also spoke of the Shredder, also known as Oroku Saki, when he mentioned that part of the story she did her best not to pale at the mention of his name. That cursed, horrible name that would now haunt her until she could enact her revenge. All the while the purple masked one fussed over and examined her wounds. Then he introduced himself and his adoptive sons. He placed his hand over his heart, motioning to himself.
"I am Splinter, the father and sensei of my four sons." He then motioned to the turtle in the blue mask. "That is my eldest son, Leonardo." Leo gave her a short smile. "My second eldest, Raphael." He gestured to the turtle in red. Raphael nodded at her.
"Sup," he said with his heavy New Yorker accent.
"The third eldest, and the one fussing over you, is Donatello." Donatello was too entrapped in his own findings to properly introduce himself. "And finally my youngest, Michelangelo." With a flash of green and orange he was at the other side of the gurney and gripped her hand.
"I'm also the best looking out of all my brothers, but don't hold that against them!" He announced loudly to which all the others groaned in annoyance. "If you need anything you just let lil' ole Mikey know!" She chuckled at his goofiness, he was obviously the liveliest among his brothers. Splinter smacked his walking stick against Mikey's leg. "Ow, ow, ow."
"And now for you to tell us how you became to be and what we should call you, my child." Splinter took a seat on the floor, cross legged and looked up at her patiently. She nodded and gently pushed away Donatello's hand breaking him out of his concentration.
"Oh, uh, sorry." Donnie responded. Now that the effect of whatever Splinter had done to her body wore off, she gently threw her legs over the gurney to sit and face all of them to speak her story.
"First, my name is Idiona. I must also warn you my story is strange one as well, but if you were kind enough to trust me with your secrets, I shall also tell you mine." She took in a deep breath, she wasn't expecting to be talking about these sensitive topics ever again. "I come from across the sea, I hail from Iceland, although originally I believe I was born here, somewhere. I was subjected to an experiment called 'Ichor'. Unknown to me I was handed over to an organization that believed it had captured 'the essence of the Gods' and was implanting it into people."
"For most of my life, I lived there on that island, subjected to experiments, some normal some cruel. Over time I realized these injections of Ichor were changing me, mainly in physical ways. I became faster, stronger, agile, and more resilient than people who had not been injected. It came with some other effects as well." They all watched as the girl seemed to ponder on something for a while as she paused her story telling. "Maybe it is best to show you, instead of tell you." They all watched in anticipation as she reached into her mouth and pulled out a set of false teeth. Donatello was even more intrigued when she pulled back her lips to show all her teeth were sharp, like k-9's. Idiona then carefully removed contacts from her eyes, which were hiding her true eye color. They were a striking golden brown shade. "And for the last of my tricks." She reached behind her and pulled out the last thing any of them would have expected, a tail, an actual tail connected to her body.
All of the brothers mouths dropped to the floor as they watched the tawny tail she pulled out swish at her ankles.
"Wha-how? Thats-thats amazing!" Donatello stood, filled to the brim with excitement and curiosity. "May I look at it?"
"Well considering its connected to my butt, no you may not." She retorted back. The purple masked turtle blushed sightly. "But, I will tell you why or the theory around why these changes sometimes take place. Have you ever heard of a fylga, or well, you would more commonly know them as 'spirit animals'." Splinter stroked his beard deep in thought, this was quite a lot to take in after all. "Well, the theory is that your fylga, or spirit animal, begins to manifest physically after so many injections of Ichor. Mine turned out to be a puma, mountain lion, cougar, whatever you'd like to call it. Others can turn into their fylga, I just got a few of my fylga's appearances. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is I also know what its like to have to hide yourself, your true self."
"That's awesome!" Mikey launched himself at her. "Show me those pearly whites again!"
"Maybe later, shrimp."
