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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 14: Why You Don’t Mess With Family

“Here’s a song, for my beat up Drea. She’s looking lousy and could really use a drink,” Catey sang softly, her voice bouncing off the oppressive walls, quickly joined by Andrea’s raspy chuckle.
“Damn right she could,” the blond muttered. She was lying on the ground, her head in Catey’s lap. It was a position Catey insisted on. One she claimed made her feel like she was at least doing something to protect her friend. Not one inch of her didn’t hurt. Her legs ached, her arms felt weak and as bruised as they looked, her stomach writhed in hunger and her lungs burned painfully. Catey had been right when she said she wouldn’t survive another go-round with those guys. There was no way. And just thinking about that caused her eyes to sting with tears. The fact that she was facing death in some world that wasn’t hers, that her daughter was still out there not knowing if she was okay…that Raph was out there not knowing if she was okay…that torment was far worse than anything these men could do to her physically.
“Stop thinking about it.”
Andrea looked up into Catey’s sad, blood shot eyes. “Can’t help it,” she murmured.
“They’ll come for us. Besides…this is our down time. It’s only been like…hell, I don’t know how long it’s been, but it hasn’t been twelve hours.”
Both of them looked up slowly as the door opened for the first time since they’d taken Mikey away. Hun came through on his own this time, no henchmen in his wake. And he had a heinous smile on his face that made Andrea’s skin crawl. Although it hurt like a bitch, she pushed herself into a sitting position, trying her best to shield Catey.
“Good evening ladies,” the blond monster said, his voice dripping with fake kindness.
“What the hell do you want?” Andrea bit out.
His empty laugh pounded into her aching head like a sledge hammer and she was helpless to stop herself form wincing against the offensive noise.
“Interesting you should ask,” he said, sliding a key into the lock and turning it slowly. He pulled the door open and leaned against the bars, striking a casual pose. “I was in my office and saw this little baby sitting at the end of my desk.” He held up Andrea’s cell phone and a cold dread washed over the blond woman. “Now why on earth didn’t I think to look at this before? Besides the point. The fact, my dear Andrea,” he said her voice with a sneer, lust blazing in his cold blue eyes, “is that I looked at it now. You should really erase some of these text messages. In the wrong hands…they won’t do you any favors.”
She heard Catey’s whispered denial behind her as her blood turned to ice in her veins. Her mind worked furiously, trying to remember every text she’d sent to her friends over the past few weeks. Her heart hammered mercilessly in her chest.
“I was only taking a wild guess before…but I think it’s safe to say after reading a few of these, that not only are you involved with Raphael…you’re sleeping with him as well. You have no idea just how good this is for me to hear. I owe that freak some payback.”
He reached down and grabbed Andrea by the hair at the nape of her neck, laughing when she cried out and started fighting against him.
“You said we had twelve hours!” Catey cried, grabbing for her friend and trying to pull her back. That look on Hun’s face was promising the one thing both women dreaded above all else. Hun was going to force himself on her friend. She could not let that happen! “You said it! You told Michelangelo he had twelve hours!”
Hun yanked roughly and Catey screamed a denial, watching helplessly as her protector screamed and tears started racing over her bruised cheeks. “I changed my mind!” he ground out, taking Andrea with him and slamming the cell door.
Catey hurled herself against it, fighting her captivity like an animal gone wild. Screams tore from her throat, tears ran in rivers, she reached and reached…but her little hands grabbed nothing.
“Catey!” Andrea yelled, still fighting madly. She wouldn’t stop. She couldn’t. She could not let him touch her. Not like that. She twisted in Hun’s grasp, trying desperately to free herself. Her fractured ribs, her aching arms and legs, every yawning gash they’d left on her screamed in protest but she continued to fight.
Hun pulled her into a smaller room and whipped her around to face him. Brining one meaty hand up, he slammed it across her face, dazing her and sending her toppling to the ground. “You’re going to learn pretty damn quick here just how much trouble all of your resistance has gotten you into,” he growled, pulling her back up by the arm and taking an immense amount of satisfaction in the shattering moan that left her lips.
Andrea stopped resisting, choosing instead to focus her attention on the room she was in and what was going on around her. She needed a level head. And if what he was about to do to her was what she was thinking, then she needed to distance herself fast. That was going to be the only thing she could do.
There was a group of Purple Dragon’s at the far side of the room, all laughing and elbowing each other as they watched Hun drag her to a medical table that swiveled from an upright position to a prone position. Crates lining the walls, a mostly open concrete floor, a wall of screens that offered surveillance for what Andrea could easily tell was a massive warehouse. The desk Hun had been talking about, an ugly mangled thing, sat in front of those screens, an array of guns spread over it. If she could only get her hands on one of them.
Stay calm, stay distant, she chanted over and over again in her head. Hun started to strap her wrists above her head and it was then that she looked at him. “Hey Hun,” she said softly, a sick smile curving her lips. “Ya ever do your research on the people you lock up?”
“And why the hell would I need to do research?”
“Well, you wouldn’t have to really. But it might help you in the long run to have some dirt on the person you’re planning on raping.”
“And why, pray tell, would anything I know about you aside from the fact that you’re a stubborn, mouthy little bitch, benefit me any.”
“Easy.” Andrea’s sick smile deepened. “If you would have done your research, then you would know that I spent a good seven years as a swimmer.”
He stopped what he was doing and gave her a bored look. “So what?”
“So swimmers have nice, strong legs you fucking jackass.” She quickly lifted her legs, wrapping them around Hun’s neck and locking her ankles together. His eyes bugged, a strangled oath escaped him and she tightened her hold, feeling a sick satisfaction as she watched his face go from a livid red to purple. His meaty hands clawed at her legs, but even they weren’t a match for the muscled that had been well developed and taken care of over the years. She laughed, twisting her legs a little and forcing more discomfort on him. “Yeah, thought you were going to rape me, huh? Fat fucking chance. As if I’d let you get even close to doing something like that to me.”
By this time the group in the corner had realized something wasn’t quite right. They started to rush her and she knew she was running out of time. They would be on her in seconds. Moving quickly, she released her hold on Hun, drawing one knee to her chest and sending her foot straight into Hun’s face. Bone cracked, blood spurted and the hulking man slumped to the floor, screaming in pain.
It was the last amount of satisfaction she felt for the next thing she knew, ten men were on her, pulling her free from her bonds and tossing her carelessly to the ground. She fought like a wild cat against them, fought as they ripped her clothing, grabbed her, hit her, kicked her. She fought it all. She couldn’t let them violate her this way. She couldn’t! She was Raph’s. Only Raph’s. No one elses.
“Enough!” Hun’s voice barked, stilling their movements. He pushed through the crowd, forcing them all to give him a wide berth. His face was a bloody mask of anger, one that promised suffering.
Gasping in panicked breaths, feeling her entire body go numb, Andrea finally let go of her fierce demeanor and closed her eyes, her shoulders shaking with harsh sobs.
“You should cry,” Hun growled, looming over her. His hands yanked at her jeans, shoving them open and Andrea released an irregular moan, trying to move away from him. One hand closed around her throat, choking her, holding her immobile as his hands sought her flesh.
There was a sudden flurry of action – shouts and screams filled the room. Andrea looked up, her eyes widening when she saw the look of stunned confusion on Hun’s face, when she saw the blood covered steel protruding from his throat. He was hauled back. The terrible sound of steel sliding out of skin and bone met her ears and she had to swallow the bile as it rose violently in her throat.
The one attacking had a different reaction all together. Raphael relished the sound of his sai slicing through Hun’s fat, meaty neck and with just the right twist, he heard the sound of Hun’s neck breaking. “You sick fuck,” he growled. “Thought you knew me well enough to know that you should never fuck with what’s mine.” He could hear nothing, smell nothing, but see everything. Andrea, his Andrea, was laying on the floor – bleeding, bruised, her clothing torn, her welted skin exposed, her wild gray/blue eyes staring up at him as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. A deep, crazed anger filled his mind. He managed to hold it off long enough to call out to Donnie. “Don! Little help here!”
Donnie hammered his way through three Dragon’s, his bo staff whirling in controlled, lethal circles. He made quick work of them, then looked back to see how Leo, Mikey, Kris and Christy were fairing. Kris and Christy were working as a team, the weapons they had given them making quick work of any man who dared to step near them. Leo, and Mikey, despite his fractured arm, were keeping the numbers down and away from the women. The situation was handled.
“Donnie, now!” Raph yelled.
“Right,” he said softly and rushed over to Raph, a strangled “oh my god,” leaving him when his eyes fell on Andrea.
“Take her now. I don’t want her in the middle of this.”
Donnie understood Raph’s words as a clear warning. There would be no stopping what was about to happen. If Donatello knew Raph, and he did, he had seconds to do as he said before any semblance of self-control would disappear until the blood bath was over. His eyes scanned the floor, landing on another Purple Dragon that lay, staring with unseeing eyes up at the ceiling, a look of shock forever frozen on his blood spattered face. He grabbed the hooded sweatshirt hanging off his arms and lay it over Andrea’s shivering body. “Hey,” he said softly, brushing her bangs away from her face.
She offered him a brave smile. “Hey Donnie. Nice to see you again.” She shifted and whimpered when pain exploded in her lungs. “I think they busted a few of my ribs.”
“Hang on, okay? We’re going to get you out of here.” A panicked female cry, one that undoubtedly belonged to Christy reached his ears and he looked up just as she fell to her knees beside him, crying and reaching for Andrea’s hand.
“Drea…oh my god.”
“Christy, we don’t have a lot of time here,” Donnie patiently reminded her, looking back over their shoulder to make sure there was no on-coming threat. “We need to get her back to the van. There’s an opening…if we take that exit there and hit the hallway on the right. Can you help me carry her?”
“Yeah,” Christy said, quickly moving to help Andrea sit.
“We need to move fast.”
“Raph-?” Andrea started, turning to find her lover.
Donnie quickly stopped her. “You don’t want to see what’s going to happen. He doesn’t want you to see.” Ignoring her soft protest, he helped Christy get Andrea to her feet and hastily move her out of the room just as the sound of metal sliding into flesh hit his ears, telling him in no uncertain terms that the worst was about to happen.
“Wait!” Andrea cried, struggling against them slightly. “Catey! My Kitten. Donnie, we have to get her.” Tears streamed down her face, tracking clear cuts through the dirt and blood. It was actually impressive to Donnie that Andrea could still be thinking of someone else considering what happened to her.
“It’s okay, Drea. Mikey’s got her. You know he’ll take care of her.” He turned to Christy. “Can you take her the rest of the way? Casey will meet you outside the door and help you get her into the van and we’ll meet up with you guys when we’re finished here. Here, and take this-.” Donatello placed one of the hand guns he’d grabbed off the desk in Christy’s hand.
“A gun-?”
Donatello locked eyes with his girlfriend. “I don’t want you to even let them close to you, ya hear? If you see anything that doesn’t look or sound like us, just shoot. Understand?”
Christy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She’d never shot a gun at a living person before. She’d never been in an all out war against a violent gang either but that hadn’t stopped her from storming in with the others to take back what was theirs. “Yeah. I can do that.” She hoisted Andrea carefully, meeting the older woman’s bleary gaze. “Come on Drea. Let’s get you out of here.”
Donnie leaned forward, snagging a quick kiss form Christy before giving her an encouraging push at the small of her back. He needed to find Mikey and help him. He was good with one arm, but he wasn’t that good. “God, please let Catey be okay, for Mikey’s sake.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Leo dodged another sloppy attack, turned and cut through his opponent without blinking an eye. His gaze remained clear, his intentions focused. He wished he could say the same for his girlfriend and brother. His gaze shifted quickly to where the two were exercising their own personal daemons against the men who had dared to hurt Andrea. At first Leo hadn’t wanted to let Kris go. Not because he was afraid that she would get hurt, but because he was afraid of this. He was afraid of the darkness that had boiled to the surface, overtaking her straight forward personality, ruling over the woman he loved. Letting her follow Raph in had been the first mistake. His second mistake, one that had happened earlier in the evening when he’d taken her to her room to get her away from April, had been giving her a weapon.

“Do you know how to use this?” Leo asked as he handed her one of the long samurai swords he’d taken from his fathers collection.
“Yeah, stab with the pointy end. Cut with the sharp side. Got it,” she told him, which, in all honesty, had him worried.
Leo took one long, hard look at his girlfriend. “Maybe I should have gotten you something else,” he said carefully.
Kris gave him a dry look. “Would have done just fine with a bat. But I like swords. Especially yours.”
The fact that she could still flirt with him was a good sign that she was under control.

And he had thought she’d be able to maintain that control but once they’d dropped in on their unsuspecting hosts and her eyes had landed on the body of her friend pinned under Hun, on the hands that were trying to violate her friends, Kris’s transition into the wild, untamed woman seeking vengeance had happened instantaneously.
Free from opponents for a moment, Leo hopped up on a stack of crates, surveying the layout of the room. When Raph had gone after Hun, he’d left himself open for attack while he relished making quick work of the large man’s lifeless body. Kris had swooped up behind Raph, stabbing and slicing at anyone who stepped forward. It was scary, the intensity she had during the fight. To the best of his knowledge, this was her first fight. She was doing pretty well for herself, too. The cold-eyed calculations, the hardness in her face – she was a natural and it was such a strange sight to see the passionate woman he’d come to love as a killing machine. But she cut through everyone that surrounded her and Raph, both of them participating in a macabre dance of violence, working together to bring the numbers of Purple Dragons down further and further.
She broke away from Raph when a few of the Dragon’s went after Donatello as he made hiw way out with Christy and Andrea, then vanished around the corner in the opposite direction.
Leo quickly looked back at his brother, saw that he could easily manage things on his. He might have felt pity but in Raph’s place, he’d probably be doing the same thing. They’d dared to hurt Raph’s woman. There was no way he’d let any of them get away with it. He would exact justice the only way he knew how.
Jumping from the crates, he ran after Kris, following the blood trail until he saw a pile of bodies next to an open door. Leo jumped over the mass and raced down the hallway until he heard men shouting. The door hiding the voices was pushed open and the sight humbled him, making him feel a horrible gut-wrenching sadness for Kris.
The Hawaiian Goddess of Vengeance crouched over her friend with various bodies and limbs circling her and Catey. She had a crazed look in her eye that reminded him of a wild animal, captured and caged against its will. He felt awful for letting it get this bad and hoped she wouldn’t have nightmares for the rest of her life. They shouldn’t have brought her, shouldn’t have let her fight, but he knew that Kris would have found a way here regardless.
On the other side of the room, Donatello stood, fending off the swarms of Purple Dragon’s that came in. “Kris, come on! Let’s get out of here!”
Kris looked up and the wildness in her eyes vanished when she saw Leonardo standing by the door. “Leo-.”
“No!” Leo shouted. He had distracted her and given one of the Dragons enough time to sneak up behind her. There was no way. She had no time and when Kris had turned her head to see what Leo had been shouting about, her eyes went wide.
The man behind her had his knife poised in the air, ready to stab down, laughing manically. But as he swung downward, his knife glinting in the weak light, a dull thunk resounded off the walls and the man pitched forward. In the back of his head, embedded deep into his skull, was a throwing star.
“I told you jerk offs…only one of my arms is busted.” Michelangelo staggered away from the corner he’d been fighting in to stand with Catey, taking her into his arms where she went with a glad cry.
Leo wanted to hold his woman but he had to get back to Raph. “Mikey,” he said, drawing his brother’s attention from Catey. “You got it in here?”
Mikey turned to check on how Donnie was faring and smiled grimly as he watched the last of the Dragon’s fall. “Yeah, bro. Go get Raph. We’ll douse the place. You light it up like the Fourth of July when you leave.”
“Got it.” With one last backward glace at Kris, who was finally letting her exhaustion show, he took off back in the direction of the main room. His timing couldn’t have been better. His hot-head brother had been snagged by several Dragon’s who were currently trying and failing to hold him down. Leo made quick work of them, throwing a few stars and Raph rose slowly. “Never thought I’d be so happy to see you, bro.”
Leo smirked. “Ready? Mikey doused the place in diesel fuel. We’re supposed to light it on our way out.”
Raph wiped blood off the corners of his mouth. “Well, let’s have us a bonfire and get the fuck outta here.”
As they passed Hun’s lifeless body, Raph stalled. He stared at the corpse, then his hand shot out, grabbing one of Leo’s katana’s and pulling it free. Without a sound, he sliced downward, the blade making a clean cut through Hun’s neck, severing his head from his body.
“Raph, that’s not-.”
Raph held Leo’s katana out to him, his gaze hard. “Shut it, Leo. He don’t play by the rules, he don’t deserve the rules.”
Leo held his gaze a moment longer before nodding once, then they turned and made their way out to where the others were waiting.
“We’re clear,” Raph called out, then turned to Leo, watching him stuff a piece of fuel soaked cloth in a bottle of alcohol. “Light ‘er up, bro.”
Donnie jogged over to them, looking up at the massive building. “Hurry it up. We need to get Andrea to a hospital fast. Catey said she’s bleeding internally, she has a few busted ribs.” He looked over at Raph, his heart falling when he saw the look of raw grief pass over his face. “I’m sorry Raph.”
Raph swallowed hard and nodded. “Let’s just get this done and over with and get the hell out of here.” He snatched the glass bottle stuffed with a rag from Leo who’d been getting ready to light it and took care of the chore himself, hurling it into the air and watching as it smashed through one of the upper windows. There was silence for a moment then the entire building went up in flames with a great WHOOSH.
They watched in silence for several minutes before Donnie said, “We have to go. The van’s right around the corner.” He led the way and as he rounded the corner a gunshot rang out. Leo and Raph cried out in stunned horror as they watched Donnie stumble back and fall, his hand going to his arm. They ran to him just as Christy did, the smoking gun still clutched in her trembling hand. Casey was right behind her, trying unsuccessfully to take it away.
“Damnit, you shot me woman!” Donnie yelped, his wide eyes fixed on his panicking girlfriend.
Tears fell from Christy’s eyes as she fell to her knees besides Donnie. “I’m sorry! I didn’t…you didn’t say anything when I called…you were supposed to call out to me. Donnie…I-.”
Casey knelt next to Christy and moved Donnie’s hand out of the way. “Let me see that.” Wiping at the blood, Casey lowered his head, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the wound. Then he burst out laughing, effectively confusing everyone. “Put a band aid on that, you girl. It’s just a scratch”
With a sigh, Leo turned away and walked over to the van, leaning into the opening the two back doors created. “How’s everyone doing? Do we have everybody?” He looked around, doing a quick headcount. Christy, Raph, Casey and Donnie outside. Kris and Mikey leaning against one side of the van as Catey sat huddled over Andrea, checking her over and muttering to herself. “We’ll have Casey drive you guys to the hospital. Mikey, I’m sending Don with you just to make sure you’re okay. Raph and I will stay behind and sweep the area. I want everyone who’s able to get back to the suite. If you can’t, call us. We’ve all got our phones on us.”
“Except me and Catey,” Mikey said dully.
“Right….well, you and Don get back to the hotel. Fill April in. Call us when you get settled there.”
With that he turned to join Raph, nodding to Christy, Casey and Donnie as they passed him on their way to the van. The fire had picked up, its flames licking at the dark sky. After a quick search of the area, a pan for any rats that had tried to get away, Leo and Raph met up at the front and Leo pulled his cell from his pocket.
“Who you callin’?”
“I’m calling 9-1-1 so they can send someone-.”
But Raph grabbed the phone away from his older brother and turned back to the fire. “Not tonight bro. Not this time.”
The fire burned hot. They could feel it from where they stood side by side and it was an ugly ending to an ugly battle. It was oddly fitting. They had never escalated to this kind of violence before but the offenses against them had never been this horrible. And as awkward and wrong as it felt to admit it, Leonardo was glad that Raph had stopped him.
“Your girlfriend is one crazy bitch, Leo.” Raph said after a while.
Leo looked over at his brother and a small smile played across his face. “So’s yours, Raph.”
Raph’s jaw clenched and he nodded.
The pain was there – etched all over his face, swimming in his eyes. Leonardo wasn’t going to play stupid and act like he hadn’t seen what Hun and his little minions had done to Andrea. He’d seen it…and he’d been horrified by it. “She’ll be okay, Raph,” he said quietly.
Another nod. Then Raph did something so completely unexpected that hit Leo like a fist to the gut. He turned to Leo, his arms circling him tightly, then dropped his head to Leo’s shoulder and he began to cry.
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