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A Wish Not So Come True	By : Drea Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12: Gone

Mikey came to slowly, fighting off the grogginess that pulled at every muscle and never in his body. The first thing his eyes focused in on were the cement floor he was laying on and a series of bars – cell bars. He was in a cell? What the fuck-.

What happened in the alley suddenly came rushing back to him and he jerked up, grabbing the back of his head and wincing as pain hit him at the base of his skull. “You know, I’m always the one forgettin’ that when someone drug’s ya…you usually wake up with a headache,” he muttered to himself, leaning back and luckily finding a wall not far from him. He let his eyes slide shut and took a few deep breaths. Salty ocean air, mildew, fuel oil – they were near the harbor, underground. Probably in the basement of some old warehouse. Dragon’s seemed to frequent warehouses. They were usually their choice squatting facilities. He let his senses take over, memorizing every detail he could. His brothers thought he never really took his training seriously, but when it came to crunch time, Michelangelo knew exactly what he needed to do. Once he was satisfied that he’d uses his senses to his full capabilities and was able to figure out somewhat where they were, he opened his eyes.

He was alone in his cell, but not alone in the cavernous, dark and disgustingly dank room they’d been left in. Andrea and Catey were to his right. Catey was still out, the effects of the chloroform obviously having not worn off yet. Her head was resting in Andrea’s lap. The older woman was running her fingers through Catey’s hair as her hard, gray eyes remained fixed on the door. Mikey winced when he saw the angry bruises starting to form on Andrea’s wrist. Someone had grabbed her hard. And judging from the busted lip and blood smeared over her chin, someone had hit her too. Raph wasn’t going to be happy. Hell, he wasn’t happy.

“You…” he tried, clearing his throat when his voice came out unused and raspy. “You okay?”

Her eyes flickered to him and he almost wanted to move to the farthest corner of his cell. Raph had his looks that could make your blood run cold, but the look Andrea was giving him was the kind of look you saw on the face of a cold-blooded murderer. The girl was furious, and God help anyone on the receiving end of that wrath.

“No,” she answered, her voice cold and hollow.

“Catey-?”

“She’s fine. Hasn’t woken up yet. Hun says hi. He’ll be back in a few minutes to check on us.”

Mikey swore under his breath. Hun. Just great. They’d been hijacked by a bunch of Dragons. If his brother’s were here, he wouldn’t worry. But they weren’t…and Mikey knew what happened when you went one on one with a group of men intent on beating the living crap out of you. You didn’t come out of it as the winner, that was for damn sure.

To make matters worse, he had two women he needed to protect, but couldn’t. He swore again, vividly this time, then turned to Andrea. “What happened to you?”

“They tried to get to Kitty. I wouldn’t let them.” She lifted the back of her hand to her chin, wiping away the blood. “Any idea where we are?”

“Close to the harbor…basement of a warehouse.” Mikey sighed softly and shook his head. Propping his elbows on his knees and letting his hands dangle between them, he started feeling a niggling sense of hopelessness eating away at him. They didn’t know where they were…even if they were in New York for that matter.

“Well, well…look who’s up.”

Michelangelo winced, but managed to turn an overly fake smile to their host. “Hey there, Hun. Long time no see. Wow, you know…you actually contradict that whole ‘things just get better with age’ saying. You actually look a hell of a lot worse than I remember. You sleepin’ okay?”

Hun – a giant, muscular man with tattooed arms, pale blond hair that was buzzed short and finished off with a ridiculously outdated rattail, and empty, vicious blue eyes - chuckled, the sound sick and completely wrong. “Michelangelo…always quick with the smart ass comments. Running with a new crowd, I see.” Hun cut a long, sideways glance at the two women in the neighboring cell. Andrea glared back and his smile grew. “I’m going to take a wild guess and assume that one isn’t yours.”

“Sure she is. I like my women with a little attitude,” Mikey quipped back. He was starting to feel extremely uncomfortable with the situation. The look Hun was giving Andrea and Catey was disturbing. It made Mikey’s skin crawl. He needed to get them out of here and he needed to do it fast before something far more horrible than the usual Purple Dragon’s attempts at a beat down happened.

“Hmm, I doubt that. Cute, perky and…passed out seems more your type.”

“They’re just two women who were in the wrong place at the wrong time, Hun. I have no idea who they are.” There was no way he was going to attach Catey and Andrea to him and his brothers, not if he could help it. Maybe if Hun bought that he would let them go. Rescued or not, at least Mikey would know that they were safe.

“Nice try. Ms. Vicious there already tried to protect you though. This tells me that you do, in fact, know them. A few of my men have identified these two as the women they ran into a few weeks back in an alley. Little ladies know how to fight, I’ll give them that. If you wanted them safe, you should have never stepped in to help them defeat my men. Regardless of what you seem to think about us, Dragon’s keep tabs, Michelangelo.”

His sick gaze returned to Andrea, looking her over with deliberate slowness. Mikey saw the blond tense, saw her eyes harden further. “It’s not hard to tell which brother this one belongs to.”

“I don’t belong to anyone,” Andrea growled, tightening her arms around Catey protectively.

Hun chuckled softly, lifting a hand and summoning a group of Dragon’s that had filtered into the room behind him. “We’ll get what information we need from you by any means necessary. When I’m finished with you, I’ll have you singin’ like a little bird in your nice steel cage.”

Two Dragon’s stepped forward, one with a ring of keys in his hands, the other with a gun that he kept trained on Andrea as his companion worked on the lock. Andrea leaned low over Catey, looking as if she were protecting her, but Mikey could see her lips moving. She was instructing the younger woman. With that done, she stood and carried Catey over to where Mikey was, resting her close to the bars that created a wall between them.

“Keep her safe,” she said evenly, her hard gaze lifting to meet his. He saw the insurmountable strength, the determination to remain quite…and the fear. Andrea may have been playing the role of hard ass bitch, but she was terrified.

“I will,” Mikey promised.

He watched as one of the men grabbed Andrea roughly by the shoulder and shoved her forward hard enough to send her staggering into Hun. She tried to yank away immediately but Hun caught her injured wrist, that sickening grin returning as he applied pressure to the bruised flesh and watched Andrea try to fight against the pain she must have been feeling.

Bending over, Hun touched the tip of his nose to the pulse hammering in Andrea’s neck. He inhaled deeply. “You reek of Raphael.”

Andrea closed her eyes and swallowed hard. She didn’t want to know what had happened between this grotesque monster and the man she loved that would gain Hun knowledge like that. His tongue touched her skin and she suppressed a shudder, suppressed the need to vomit, fought against the tears burning her eyes.

“You’re going to be a fun one to break.”

With that he turned, pulling her along in his wake.

Helpless wasn’t something he felt often, so when it hit Michelangelo, he felt as if a doubled up fist had gone flying into his stomach. There was no doubt about what was going to happen. They were going to hurt her. But how bad? Thinking about all the possibilities of what could happen to her made him feel horribly sick.

A cold, small hand clutched his and he looked down into Catey’s tearful eyes. She pulled herself up to sitting and leaned against the bars, her shoulder touching his, needing to feel his warmth in this cold, horrible place.

Mikey tightened his hand around hers and with a deep sigh, leaned his forehead against the cold steel.

“I wish we could help her,” Catey whispered, her voice catching as her throat worked to keep her sobs at bay. “How…how bad do you think-?”

Mikey shook his head. He didn’t want to think about how badly they were going to work over their friend. They sat in silence, holding onto each other, waiting for them to bring Andrea back, hoping that they would. Mikey tried to keep himself occupied with finding them a way out of there but there were none.

“Mikey,” Catey finally said softly, breaking the silence. Her voice, although small, seemed to echo off the damp, condemning walls.

His hand tightened on hers – the one thing he could cling to of her. He did so desperately. “Yeah, babe?”

“I love you.”

Mikey closed his eyes, struggling hard to keep his breath steady, to keep from breaking down like he wanted to. The situation was hopeless. He heard the finality in her tone and knew she thought so too. But they still had to fight. They had to fight for Andrea like she was fighting for them. There was hope. Regardless of how dim it was…it was still there. “I love you too, Catey. But don’t say it like that. We’re going to get out of this mess. We’re going to get Andrea out of this mess. We’ve got a Christmas to celebrate together and we’re going to, damn it.”

“Christmas…and New Years. I won’t be here after New Years. We’ll have to go back to our world. Mikey I…I need to tell you something.” She grabbed his hand, meeting his confused gaze and feeling a yawning emptiness start to open within her. She was about to do something completely irrevocable, but if they didn’t make it…he had to know. “We’re not…we’re not from your world-.”

A door slammed open, the sound reverberating off the walls and the two jumped, looking immediately towards the source. Footsteps sounded on the paved floor, coming closer. When they came around the corner, Catey moaned and buried her face against Mikey’s shoulder, her entire body trembling.

The two Dragon’s who had taken Andrea from them were guiding her back, supporting her slightly dead weight between them. Her feet moved in clumsy, disorientated steps, her blond hair hung over her face and one arm was covered in blood.

Michelangelo felt rage unlike he ever had before. He waited until the men had pulled Andrea back into the cell, dropping her callously to the floor, then lunged forward, grabbing the closest man and yanking him hard against the bars of his cell, grinning when he heard the crack of the man’s skull.

“When I get out of here, you’re going to want to fucking run…because you’re the first one I’m coming after,” he growled, pulling on the man harder, forcing him against the bars. He had the satisfaction of listening to the man’s panicked breathing, his whimper of pain as the cold steel bit against his bones before a resounding click stopped him.

“If you get out of here.” The other man had pulled his gun, cocked it, and now had it trained an inch away from Michelangelo’s face. “Release him.”

Mikey stared at the man, long and hard. He then pushed the man he was holding forward a little bit before slamming him back against the bars again. The sound of cracking bone accompanying the man’s groan of pain. Mikey let him go and the man collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Looking up, the orange-masked turtle grinned sadistically. “Oops.”

The Dragon left standing called two more in, instructing them to carry out the one who was currently incapacitated. The two men did as asked, looking warily at the angry mutant staring at them from the other side of the bars the entire time. Mikey kept his eyes fixed on the group until they’d left, closing the door behind them and shutting them into the intolerable silence again. Then, he turned to see Andrea laying on the floor, her head resting in Catey’s lap. The older woman coughed, her chest heaving with each rasping breath she took.

“That…that wasn’t so bad,” she muttered. The way her face contorted in pain with the simple effort it took to put the words together said otherwise.

“This isn’t a shallow cut. I need something to…a tourniquet.” Catey wasted no time ripping the sleeve from her sweatshirt. Once she had the fabric shredded to her liking, using her teeth and nails to the best of her advantage, she dipped into her back pocket and pulled free a flask she’d stashed there earlier in the day. “This is about the time we get really grateful for drinking Kitty.”

“I’ve always been grateful for Kitty – drinking or otherwise,” Andrea said softly.

Catey gave a jerky little nod, her tear filled eyes focusing on what she had to get done. She poured a little of the liquor over her friends wound, apologizing profusely when Andrea hissed in pain and curled her body inward against Catey’s bent knees. She did her best to wrap the wound but that was all she could do.

“This is going to get worse before it gets better,” Andrea said after a while, her haunted gaze fixed past Catey.

Running her fingers through the older woman’s hair, Catey looked up to Mikey. “They took everything? We have no way of reaching everyone else?”

“No. They took everything – weapons, cell phones.” He gripped the bars hard. His fury doubled as frustration bit into him. He wished he could be in the same cell as Andrea and Catey instead of stuck on the other side, helpless to do anything but watch his brother’s girlfriend bleed as his girlfriend tried to help her.

The door at the far end of the room slammed open again, Hun and several of his followers striding into the room, their steps quick and angry. Hun snatched the ring of keys from the Dragon holding them. He looked livid. His lip had been busted open, there was a fresh bruise blossoming over the bridge of his nose, seeping to the undersides of his eyes, and the angry welt of teeth marks decorated his upper arm.

Mikey felt pride swell over the anger briefly. She’d fought back, and from the looks of Hun, she’d fought back hard.

Jabbing the key into the lock, Hun whipped the door open. “You’re turn, freak.”

Mikey smirked and dropped into a defensive stance as the men flooded his cell. They attacked him full on, no one waiting their turn and he held his own for quite a while. But ten to one were never good odds and he knew that. He contemplated fighting until there was nothing left in him to fight but quickly rethought that decision. Chances were, wherever they were taking him….he was going to face a lot worse.

“Alright!” He said, quickly throwing his arms up. One of the men landed a blow to his midsection and he doubled over, the air forced from his lungs. Three more were on him just as quickly and their combined efforts took Mikey from the cell to an uncertain future, Hun following behind to ensure that he made it there.

Catey had watched the entire exchange, horror sinking into every nerve, every pore of her body. She didn’t want to watch the man she loved being beaten so mercilessly but she couldn’t tear her eyes from it. She was afraid that if she did, something might happen, something awful that would take him from her and she would be left never knowing if he’d survived the men attacking him or not.

The tears came harder when he was gone. Helpless…she was completely helpless. She could do nothing to help Michelangelo, very little to help Andrea. Feeling lost, she huddled over her friend who’d given up the fight against consciousness and let the tears fall freely as her hope slowly crumbled into near nothingness.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Any answer?”

Kris let the phone fall to her lap, the distant echo of Andrea’s voicemail hardly registering in a mind that had suddenly gone numb as she looked up at Raph and shook her head. “Something happened,” she said softly, as sure of that as she was her love for Leonardo. Something horrible had happened to her friends. “No one’s answering their phones. It’s ten o’clock. They should have been home hours ago.”

“That’s it. I’m hittin’ the streets,” Raph said, grabbing his hooded sweatshirt off the back of the kitchen counter and slipping it on. Blind fear, anxiety and anger were waging a war within him. He needed to get out of this hotel, he needed to find Andrea, he needed to do it right the fuck now because sitting there, waiting for her, Catey and Mikey to come back was wasting time.

“I’ll come with you,” Leonardo said, quickly following his red-masked brother out into the cold. Donatello wasn’t far behind.

Christy and Kris were left alone together, the silence of the room closing in around them. Sammy had been put to bed around eight. That’s when the initial worrying and phone calls had begun. Two hours later, when their efforts had given them nothing, they knew something was far from being okay.

Christy wrung her hands together, her overactive imagination running wild. Her gaze continually darted to Kris who was sitting in the chair beside the couch, her elbows propped on her knees, her hands folded between them, her frighteningly hard gaze fixed on the coffee table. There was a tension radiating from the Hawaiian, one that she knew very well and one that made Christy very uncomfortable.

“Kris-,” she started.

“Whoever has them,” Kris started, her voice dripping venom, “they had better start praying for their lives right the hell now.”

“We don’t know that anyone has them.”

Kris finally lifted her dark eyes and Christy couldn’t help but jerk back a little, alarmed by the amount of hostility glittering in their depths. “We’re with four guys who are on the bad side of not only the Purple Dragon’s, but the Foot as well. Andrea and Catey were jumped by the Purple Dragons, saved by the guys…my money’s on them.”

“But-.”

“But nothing!” Kris stood, grabbing the vase from the coffee table and throwing it against the hearth, an enraged growl leaving her.

Christy winced, cowering back against the couch. She’d never seen Kris like this before. The woman was out of control, angry beyond reason. “Kris, please…calm down. This won’t get us anywhere. We need to think reasonably here.”

“How am I supposed to think reasonably when my babies are out there, probably locked up by those fucking bastards-.”

“Okay,” Christy quickly interrupted. “If you can’t calm down for the sake of reason, at least keep it down for the sake of Sammy. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want that little angel to wake up wanting to know where her mommy is right now.”

That did the trick. Kris closed her eyes, took a deep breath and sank back into the chair. Not even a minute later, fat tears rolled down her cheeks. “These girls are everything to me, Christy. Every damn thing. If something happens to them-.”

“It’s been seven hours, Kris. Most of those were probably spent shopping. Let’s just…try to stay calm here. They need us to stay calm for them. Lets…let’s get that glass cleaned up and then we’ll start in on the kitchen.”

Kris nodded. “You and Catey…always cleaning when you’re angry,” she said sadly, remembering how Andrea and Catey had laughed over the amount of dishes the little Southerner always seemed to get done when Andrea was furious and needed to vent.

Together, they set about cleaning the suite. They started with the glass as Christy had suggested, then moved on to the kitchen. When the guys returned around midnight, they were both sitting on the couch folding Sammy’s laundry. The suite itself was far cleaner than any cleaning staff had ever managed to make it – testament to the anxiety that ran rampant in the two women.

The look’s they wore were ones of defeat but still, Christy couldn’t help asking, “Anything?”

Reaching into the pouch of his hooded sweatshirt, Donnie withdrew something small and tossed it on the table. It made a loud clatter in the thick silence, making both women jump ever so slightly. Michelangelo’s cell. “There goes any chance of tracking them,” he muttered despondently.

“And we know that they’re in trouble. Mikey’s not careless with his phone. If he dropped it, he did it on purpose so that we would know something is wrong,” Leo added.

The certainty in his voice pulled a fresh wave of sorrow from Kris. She looked up at Raph, searching for anything that would give her hope. Someone had her friends, had his girlfriend. If there was one person besides her who wasn’t going to handle the situation sitting down, it was him. What she saw though only made her heart sink further than it already was.

He looked like a man who had just had his heart ripped out of his chest. And that’s exactly how he was feeling. He’d had a taste of this…this phenomenal happiness. He’d known a woman’s love. And now that woman was gone – ripped away from him.

He didn’t know how much more he could take of fate screwing with him like this. Every time he had something he wanted, something he needed to function, it was taken away from him. Fate didn’t give a shit that his heart had just shattered; she didn’t care how much he was hurting, how broken and powerless he felt right now. She had taken his woman…his woman. And she was going to kill her just because he’d decided that he wanted to keep her.

His fist clenched and he turned his troubled gaze out the window. She was out there somewhere. Out there waiting for him. Fate may want her dead, fate may have fucked him over countless times in the past, but with his mind working furiously over possibilities, suddenly fighting back from the darkness that has almost taken it, he made one quick, rash decision. He was going to make Fate his bitch this time around. She wasn’t going to win. He’d make damn sure of that.

Looking back at his brothers and the two women remaining, Raph met Kris’ dark, baleful eyes. There was an anger there that blazed to match his. She knew, she understood. She rose and crossed the room to him, throwing her arms around his neck and clinging to him. He clung back, taking solace in the fact that his suffering, his fury, his heartache was shared.

“Those fucker’s are gonna pay.”

“Dearly,” she agreed. Her voice may have been soft, but it carried a hard certainty. “You’d better hope that you get to them first…because I’m not leaving shit for you.”

Sammy’s sudden fussing sounded through the uncomfortable silence. Moving away from Kris, Raph looked back.

“Go,” Kris coaxed him.

“And what? Tell her that her mom is missin’?”

“She needs you, Raph. You’ll be more of a comfort to her than any of us right now.”

Raph sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Yeah…okay.” He made his way back to Andrea’s room, swallowing the lump of emotion that rose in his throat when he entered, his eyes landing on the bed. The red sweatpants and black tank top she’d thrown on that morning after he’d had his way with her yet again. He’d pulled her in front of the mirror, staying behind her and drinking in the sight of her as he let his hands wander the length of her body. She’d lifted a hand, curling it around his neck, telling him over and over how much she loved him.

He swore softy and closed his eyes, forcing away the image, forcing away the pain that came with it. He moved towards Sammy’s room, where the fussing had turned into crying. Raph went to the crib-side dresser and turned on the little lamp sitting there, throwing a soft glow over the room. What he saw staring up at him made his heart twist. Sammy’s bright blue eyes watched him almost as if she knew something wasn’t right. Tears streaked down her flushed little cheeks. Her hands, impossibly tiny as they were, clutched the crib railing. “Waf?” she questioned quietly.

“Hey munchkin. What are you doin’ up?”

“Mama?”

He swallowed hard, hot tears clouding his vision. “You’re…ah…you’re mom’s out right now.”

Sammy tilted her head slightly to the side, then held her arms up to him. He didn’t hesitate to pick her up. He needed the comfort more than he even knew. She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, burying her face against it. “Waf sad,” she stated softly.

“Yeah angel, Raph’s sad.” He drew in a ragged breath before dropping his head, resting it against hers. For a long time he stood, just rocking her slight weight back and forth.

“Sweep wif Waf?” Sammy asked, her voice so small and innocent.

It almost broke him. She was such a perfect part of Andrea. He had to do everything he could to be there for her. Her mother loved her so much, he loved her so much. Their dysfunctional little family. “Sure munchkin, you can sleep with me tonight.”

He switched off the lamp, then carried his wonderful little burden into Andrea’s room. He set her down on the bed so that he could rid himself of his jeans, sweatshirt and belt, then turned off the lights. Sammy was already crawling up to the pillows, tossing aside the thick comforter and making herself right at home. Raph crawled in next to her, waited for her to snuggle up against him and pulled the blankets up over them. He wrapped an arm around her, feeling the need to protect the one person he could.

“Waf?” she whispered.

“Yeah baby?” he whispered back.

“Wuv you.”

“Aw jesus.” Raph closed his eyes, fighting with everything he had against the horrible dark sorrow threatening to eat him alive. His emotions were running high right now, his heart aching with every minute that passed into the unknown. He’d completely forgotten about making Fate his bitch. Right now the only thing he could think about was this little girl, her beautiful mother, the change they’d made in who he was. He needed Andrea desperately right now. Dropping a kiss to Sammy’s temple, Raph hugged her tight. “I love you too, Sammy.”
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