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Leap of Faith, Part Two: Into the Light	By : laloga13 Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 1233 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and all other recognizable characters are property of Mirage Studios and not me, sadly. I'm just playing with them for a while, and am not making any money off of this story.

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Chapter Twelve

The Cathedral Building certainly lived up to its name; the towering skyscraper appeared to be an amalgamation of several ornate buildings, complete with arches, columns and concrete pillars around the windows. From their vantage point on a neighboring building, the Turtles discussed the finer aspects of their plan.

“Seems kinda elaborate for Bishop,” Raphael said, studying the massive structure. “Though I have always wondered what this monstrosity was for.”

Donatello began distributing dark trench coats and white-banded hats. “It was a great idea to grab these coats from those thugs at our last encounter.”

“We have the best chance of getting in via straight infiltration,” Leo said, settling the hat over his head. “After that, we need to be ready for anything. And remember: if Bishop's there, this will be a lot harder than it seems now. We can't afford any mistakes.”

“I hope that we get a chance to test these babies out,” Michelangelo said, patting the folded bundle on his shell that contained the new gliders.

“Enough chit-chat, let's just do this,” Raph replied, slipping towards the building.

They slipped across the rooftops silently, blending and merging with the night as though they were mere shadows. Moments later, they reached the tower's neighboring building, and cleared the distance in an instant. Donatello held up a small sensor. Detecting nothing in the immediate area that posed a threat, he nodded to Leo, who motioned to an exhaust vent nearby. The Turtles slipped in, one by one, and Leo made a series of silent gestures that they all understood. Split up, scout the perimeter, meet back here.

Leo and Raph made their silent way around what appeared to be a large reception area, empty of humans save the three security guards that were gathered around what appeared to be a small television. The Turtles could hear the men discussing a football game in hushed tones, though their voices carried easily across the huge room.

Everything, from the floor to the walls, was made up of a dark marble, and held no adornments whatsoever, a stark contrast to the ornateness of the exterior. Raph nudged his brother, and pointed to an emergency stairwell across the room. Leo nodded, and they made their way back to meet Don and Mike in the the exhaust duct. The other Turtles were there, shaking their heads. No luck on our end, how about you? Leo gestured for them to follow, and soon all four Turtles were slipping through the massive marble room, taking extra care not to let the slightest noise reveal their movements.

When they reached the door, Donnie pulled a gadget out of his bag and began to attempt opening the lock without setting off any kind of alarm. Raph's jaw tightened as the minutes ticked by, but Donnie waved off all silent offers to help. Leo and Mike watched the guards, still engrossed in the tiny television. Suddenly, the lights on the exit shut off, and Raph let out a muttered “finally!” Luckily, the team that the guards were watching scored a touchdown at that exact moment, because all of the men began whooping and hollering. Leo glared at Raph, and led the way up the stairs.

They traveled for about ten floors before the stairwell ended. Donnie managed to open the next door silently, and Leo made his way in first, one cautious step at a time. They had come to a hallway that led up to a huge, empty room. There was no other way to go except in.

The well-oiled doors opened smoothly and silently, and one by one they stepped into the room. It was massive; by the texture of the floors and vastness of space, Leo surmised it to be a type of gymnasium or training facility. Donnie quietly reached into his bag, pulled out his night-vision goggles, and began scanning the room intently.

“Jeez, don't these guys have any normal sized rooms?” Mikey whispered as he began to walk along the edges of the room.

“Can it, Mikey!” Raph hissed, stepping after his younger brother. “You wanna have every thug in this place after us right now?”

“Stop it, both of you.” Leo's voice was softer, but carried more weight. His brothers fell silent and he looked at Don. “Can you tell if there's a way out of here besides that elevator?”

Donnie shook his head. “Not that I can tell. Unless...”

“Mikey, no!”

Leo whipped his head around but before he could move, an alarm began to sound. In addition to the shrill wail, a strobe of red and white lights began to flash, revealing the youngest Turtle brother frozen with horror as a panel on the wall he had leaned against was angrily lit. “Oh, shit!” The youngest Turtle yelled, springing away from the wall.

“Get over here, Mikey,” Leo called, unsheathing his katana and glaring at the door. “Be ready, brothers.” The Turtles drew their weapons and raced to stand shell to shell, ready and waiting for the onslaught.

“Please Jesse?” Miranda said, “You're telling me that with all I've been through, I can't go have one little cigarette?” She pouted at her ex, but he shook his head.

“Sorry, Mira. I have very strict orders not to let you out of my sight until....until.”

“You don't have to let me go alone,” she replied, “You can be with me the whole time. Or I can smoke in here-”

“Even worse.”

“Well, what else can I do?” She took Jesse's hand, trying to seem insistent without letting anything slip. “Please? One cigarette. Two drags, three tops.” He seemed to hesitate, and she pressed a little bit more. “You can handcuff me, if you want.” That did the trick, she thought, as Jesse smiled and laughed.

He kissed her forehead and nodded. “Fine. You win.”

So Miranda again found herself in the ubiquitous elevator, this time ascending farther than she had before. Knots of fear were clenching in her stomach, and she fought to keep calm, to keep her breathing even and her hands at her sides. Think of that night in Sheffield Park, she told herself. Think of your music, of Hannah, of Leonardo. That last name caused the dull ache in her heart to blossom into true pain, which was bad, but at least it was a distraction. The elevator finally stopped on the top floor, and Miranda swallowed tightly. Jesse turned to her, eyebrows raised.

“You gonna do this? You look kind of pale.” She nodded. He offered her a cigarette, which he lit after she took it gratefully; she hadn't been lying about that, at least, and what Hannah called the “cancer stick” began to calm her slightly.

They were quiet for a few minutes as Miranda exhaled streams of smoke into the wind, still unable to face the panoramic view. Jesse, however, stood by the solid concrete railing and gazed out over the city. “One day, Mira,” he said finally. “One day this will be ours, yours and mine. Mr. Bishop has big plans for you-and me.” He began to walk over to her, seeing that she was nearly done with the cigarette. “I'm glad that there's a you and me again, by the way.”

She rubbed the butt out on the outside of the elevator, and placed it in her pocket. Jesse chuckled.

“You still do that? You think that that not littering with that little thing makes such a big difference? You haven't changed at all, Mira.”

“How did you know that he was breaking up with me?” she said quietly, willing herself to look over to the railing. One small step at a time....

Jesse frowned. “Mr. Bishop has been keeping tabs on you ever since....he realized that you'd come to the city. That benefit your little band was supposed to play at? His idea. That was initially how he planned to....meet you, but things didn't go according to plan. There was an opportunity, and he took it. Don't be surprised, Mr. Bishop has eyes and ears all over the city. Good thing too, otherwise you'd be with that green freak right now. What a waste.”

“But how did he know I was in the city?”

Jesse looked away and shrugged. Miranda rolled her eyes. “Come on, Jesse. You can't lie to me. You told him, didn't you? You tried to run away from your mistakes-mistakes that I was trying to correct-and they found you.”

“Mira-”

“Don't call me that, Hunter. And he came to you-after he heard your story-and now look at us,” she gestured to her eyes, and to his. “What did you let him do to you, Jesse? To me? Is this what you wanted?” It was easier to face the cityscape when she was looking at him. A distraction was all she needed.

He ducked his head. “You don't know, Miranda. I told you, he didn't just save my life, he gave me a better one. And you, you can have a better life with me-with us-than that green freak could ever give you.”

“And why can't I make a good life for myself?” she asked. “Why are you both so eager to make my choices for me?” The railing that she was looking at was plain gray cement, smooth and flat on the surface. Now, just look up a little more.... Miranda raised her eyes to the cityscape spread out beyond the building. Her brain screamed to run and hide, but she forced her feet to stay still. “In any case, you don't have to worry about 'the green guy.' He's too good for me, Jesse. If I've learned anything at all through this whole adventure, it's that he's a better person than I could ever hope to be. I want to make my own life better because of him.”

Her ex rolled his eyes. “Don't be so melodramatic, Mira. He's a reptile. How could you possibly....”

Just then an alarm began to wail and Jesse turned towards the elevator door, his phone in his hand. “Yes. Yes, I'm with her. No, she's not going anywhere....” He glanced at Miranda and laughed. She forced herself smile back. “I'll be right there.” Jesse closed the phone and began to walk to the elevator.

Hope fluttered in Miranda's chest. I can't assume that it's him, she thought as she started to follow Jesse. No matter how much I want it to be.

“Sorry, Mira,” he said, holding out his hand to stop her from entering the elevator. “I don't have time to take you to your room.”

“Jesse, what's going on?”

He sighed. “I shouldn't even say anything, but your green guy is here to 'rescue' you or something. I need to take care of it, of course.”

“You're leaving me out here, alone? On the roof?” It was not difficult to inject horror into her voice, and Jesse misread her. As usual.

“I'll be back soon, Mira. It'll be good for you to be out here, anyway. You need to grow out of this heights thing, you know. Just get over it.” With that he stepped inside the elevator and shut the doors.

Miranda turned to the railing and sighed. Her entire body was trembling. Am I strong enough to do what must be done? she thought as stepped forward to the concrete rail, next to the raised elevator shaft and placed one of her hands on the cold stone of the building; with the other she steadied herself as she lifted her body onto the rail. After a few shaky moments, she managed to fully stand up, and with tremendous effort, forced herself to open her eyes and see the city below.
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