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The Long Walk

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and SonicFrank

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Harley: What? No reviews? None at all? I’m ashamed of you all! Just because there’s no sex yet! Oh well, this chapter you’ll be treated to an entire IM conversation. Have fun!

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Chapter Two: IM Chat

Three days later, somewhere in New York, in a cold room that looked more like a cell, a young woman sat in a cheap chair. And she typed on the keyboard of a cheap laptop, on a cheap desk. Her foster parents, as she referred to them to Donatello, were more like owners. Ignorant, closed-minded, treacherous owners. But for the brief moments that she could talk to him, she felt like a normal person. She felt free.

Do you believe in the existence of good and evil, Donny? she typed, Sometimes it's so hard to know which is which, that I can't be sure there's either.

Donatello sat at his desk, clad in a protective mask while he welded a protective case for Raphael's new Shell Cell. Sometimes, their conversations were long, and required them to speak in long paragraphs in order to properly explain themselves. So, rather than sitting there waiting, Don had been double-majoring in Breech, and the crafty work he was depended on for. He pulled the mask up so that it lay on his dome, and put his welding tool down when he read. When he finished, he typed back.

Oh boy. If I had a nickel for every time I thought that, I could buy me a Flux Capacitor. But I was always taught by my father that good always lies within the heart, and only it can tell you whether something is good or bad, right or wrong, valorous or evil. I'd love to know what's troubling you that makes you think such a thing. He hit the Enter key, and pulled his mask back down.

I think... it's my Foster Parents, Breech typed back, tugging at the spiked collar her owners made her wear constantly. If they ever caught her in this kind of conversation she could only imagine how angry they'd be, I hate them. You're lucky, Donny. Your brothers might annoy you, but they don't look down on you. You shouldn't hate the people who care for you, who keep you safe... but I hate my Fosters just the same.

This was hard for Donny to reply to. Over the course of their several months long, increasing friendship, he'd begun to genuinely care for Breech, his land-dwelling friend from Yonkers. I am. Very lucky, to have a father like mine. But I'm not too sure about everything else. I have one brother who I'm close to, but even he looks down on me when it comes to my own interests. And I don't hate my brothers, but... Since I met you, I've grown to resent them. I never noticed how alone I was until we started talking. Maybe your situation is similar.

It's possible, Breech thought. She doubted it was like this though. She looked at her hands, before she typed again, You told me recently that you and your brothers have physical deformities. I should have told you as soon as you told me... I have certain deformities myself. My Fosters don't let me out alone. They treat me like a pet. A damn PET! Like I have half a brain, or I'm incapable of thinking for myself, and it makes me so ANGRY... I don't know whether I'm right, or they're right. You're the best friend I've ever had.

She pressed Enter, then thought of something else, and typed again, quickly, You're pretty much the only friend I've ever had.

He had to read her last two messages twice, before placing his hands on his keyboard to respond. His keyboard was his own design - with the keys much larger than usual and laid out in a half-circle, which made things much easier on himself, My father advises against me going out into the public without at least one of my brothers, and emphasises how important it is that I draw as little attention to myself as possible - preferably none. I can never leave during daylight without a disguise to cover myself up. So I know how you feel. We have two very close family friends, but that's about all. So I'm being sincere when I say that you're the dearest figure in my life right now. He took a breath before hitting enter, re-reading his message as well. Raph's Shell Cell case should be done in just a few more messages, and then he'd have to work on the holster for it.

Breech smiled at the sentences she read. She didn't want to burden Donny with all her problems. He had problems of his own, after all. She managed to hold back from getting upset and getting into one of those stupid arguments over who was worse off. Besides, she'd had them with other people she'd met over the Internet, and they always pushed them away, What I mean is that... sometimes my Fosters do things that I don't feel are right. But they don't say it's wrong. They think it's fine. So... is good and evil just a point of view? She hit Enter, pushed herself back from the computer for a moment, and stared at the bare walls for a moment. She was allowed out just enough to know that normal people didn't live this way. But then, she wasn't normal. She was told that often enough.

I wouldn't believe that for a second if someone had told me so, Don typed in his reply, Good and evil are exact opposites, like love and hatred, or the simple and challenging. Just because some people believe that evil is good, doesn't change the facts, Breech. I'm very proficient with welding, but that doesn't make it an unchallenging task, just because I find it simple. I think what's confusing you is that you don't have enough examples of good in your life to be able to compare the two.

Breech thought about that for several seconds, before answering, I have you. If anybody is able to show me what good is, I think it would be you.

Donatello smiled at this, and replied, I've had my good share of enemies, Breech. The fact that you're a friend, and not an enemy, is a whole lot more than a point of view. I can feel it in my heart. This is how I know you're good. This, he didn't have to re-read before he posted it.

Breech paused. She wasn't sure about the next sentence at all. Finally she typed something else, I'm not so sure. The thing is... And there she stopped. She hit Enter anyway, sending the incomplete sentence. She wanted Donny to know she had something else to tell him, at least.

He was still smiling light-heartedly. The Thing, is a comic book superhero who has the exact same problem we both do. A deformity. He's one of my brother's favourites. I used to read comics with him all the time, but only one of us outgrew them. I still read them with him sometimes, just to humour him.

Breech rubbed her face. Even far away, she felt like telling Donny this was a betrayal somehow, and a terrible risk. But she had to tell him. She had to tell somebody who would see it differently to her owners, The thing is that I've killed people. She hit Enter, and waited for the reply, expecting him to believe it was a joke, or believe her and get angry, or sign off and block her.

Donny only typed one word, and the ten seconds it took for him to process this question seemed like an eternity for the both of them, Why..?

Breech put some thought into the answer. She didn't want to. Nobody made her do it. She didn't enjoy it. But there was no excuse. You couldn't kill somebody and say, 'it's not my fault', My Fosters involve me in their work. Sometimes people get in their way. She hit Enter, knowing only one thing. If her owners found out she had told somebody this, they'd kill her. But it was too late to take back that last keystroke.

Don found himself unconcerned with Raph's inability to communicate over long distances at the moment, Breech... I don't know what your foster parents do for a living, and I won't even pretend to know how it makes you feel. But I have gathered one thing from all this. You don't feel right in your heart for doing these things. The Scientific Theory would back be one-hundred percent when I tell you that your heart feeling this way is proof enough that what you did, wasn't a good thing...

Breech swallowed. That Donny had so much faith in her still, amazed her. Relieved her. Was the word 'hope'? Hope that he could help? Even if they couldn't meet, that he could help even so? She typed something new, My Fosters are out working tonight. They're not killing anybody. I know this because I'm not with them. She hit Enter.

After a moment, she added a more light-hearted post, I'm sorry I'm not the poster girl for morality you may have thought I was.

He'd have to make sure to hide this conversation's save file in a separate folder than the norm, just in case the shadows in his room had eyes, I don't know your situation, Breech. And I don't know its severity, either. But my father always told me that if I felt something was wrong, I should always try and do something to make it right. I don't know if you've tried, or if you're even willing to. But the situation will not get better unless you do something about it. Rice will always be plain unless you add flavour to it.

You're right, of course. Breech typed, But I don't know what I can do. You're the first person I've felt safe in telling. I can't report them to the police. I can't explain why right now. Her heart was pounding as she typed the words. Every moment she half expected the door to open and be caught. She'd have to delete every cookie in her computer carefully and meticulously after this conversation. If even a post remained... her owners wouldn't stand for it. If all she got was a beating she'd be lucky.

Will you be my flavour? she asked after a moment. She understood his simile well enough.

It could be worse. They could be talking about soup, and it was a good thing he used rice as a simile instead. He knew he couldn't. But he wanted to. So bad. He wanted more than anything in the world at that moment to be with his friend, in person. To share the smiles they've felt, in person. To discuss the things they have, in person. To accept each other as people... in person. But he couldn't. In her eyes, he'd be a monster, worse than any other internet predator in existence, I'll try my very hardest, Breech. But I can only do so much without seeing you in person. And we both know that's not an option...

Probably. Breech typed without thinking.

Quickly she added, But thankyou, whatever you do. You have every right to hate me, but you don't. You see... When you're sad because all you can do for a friend is sit there and listen, just remember that sometimes all you can do is all you need to do.

That may be true, Breech, and I don't doubt it. But, my growing desire to meet you in person makes this very difficult. Especially when I consider the main ingredient to my reasoning... He took a deep sigh, and pulled the mask down for the first time in three messages. He didn't much feel like helping Raph at the moment, but he had to get this done or something would get sceptical.

Breech paused for a moment, I think I understand. Your physical deformities make you worried that I'll reject you for them. She thought before typing the next words, I very badly want to meet you too, despite my own physical and emotional defects. And I too fear your rejection. I think I fear it more than I've been afraid of anything else in my life. She hit Enter.

Breech. This may sound insane, on both our parts, and there's severe punishment involved from both sides if we were to get caught. But... if we had a chance to face this fear, would you take it..?

Breech didn't even pause. She just typed one word. Yes.

She knew only one thing for sure. Whatever Donny's physical deformities were, they couldn't be any worse than her own, surely? There was no way he could be more of a freak than she was. Right? These, however, were words she didn't type.

Well I feel the same way. I'd much rather deal with your rejection, than regretting never having met you because of my fear. Besides. I'm used to it by now...

He knew only one thing for sure. Whatever Breech's physical deformities were, they couldn't be any worse than his own, right? There was no way she could be more of a freak than he was. Surely. These, however, were words he didn't type.

Breech rubbed her face. She tried to imagine some sort of horrible deformity in her head to put her off Don. It didn't work, Donny, I seriously doubt I'll make any judgement of you based on your physical appearance. Apart from anything else, I feel I know you too well to change my opinion of you based on your looks. You can call me crazy for feeling this way... I'm sure I must be... but somehow I feel that if anybody can help me... it would be you... She smiled to herself as she typed the words. She still doubted his acceptance, but she wanted to meet him so badly.

He pulled the mask off his face, deciding he might be better off finishing Raph's detail later on, I feel the same way. It'd be hypocritical of me to judge you by your looks. I speak so much of the heart and how righteous it is, it'd be absolutely absurd if I judged you for anything but your own. And aside from that, I know what it feels like to be judged by my appearance. And it always feels wrong... He wanted love in his life, a really close friendship like he had now. But the computer screen before him did neither of them justice...

Breech reached in her pocket, and pulled out the Tessen; the Iron Fan that she kept there, flipping it open with a snap like a gunshot. She looked at her reflection in the highly polished blades for some seconds before answering, We should meet. My heart wants me to meet you... But if you don't want to show your face to me, that's still okay. My Fosters have me wear a hijab to cover myself when I go out, and... I know what it's like... to be ashamed of my appearance.

A hijab? A gown that covers your entire body? That's a real shame, Breech. If you wear that when you meet me, I won't be able to see your face. And that being said, I think I know a way to calm both our nerves just a bit.

How so?

He rubbed his bald head a bit before typing this, but he hoped it would work. We could describe some of our deformities right now. That way, we can both be absolutely positive that neither of us will be rejected because of them. I, for example, have three fingers on each hand and two on each foot... He cringed before, during, and even after he hit Enter...

Breech shuddered, trying to think of a way to put it, I have abnormal body hair growth. No, not like those women with an excess of testosterone who grow beards. It's far more extreme than that - it covers my entire body very thickly.

Hair all over her body? That didn't sound like much of a problem. Hair could be cut, shaved and maintained. It would just take extra effort - like him when he had to clean the back of his shell, Well that's no biggie at all, Breech. We should definitely meet up. You have nothing to be afraid of, on my part.

Three fingers and two toes? Breech read the other post again. Was that all? His father must be very strict. Still, possibly there were other factors. Besides, Donny loved his father, and his father clearly loved him. She doubted she'd be shocked though, whatever he was leaving out from shame, Perhaps we should meet somewhere quiet, Donny? Neutral territory, as it were. Just the two of us, if possible. And even if you do turn out to be some crazed serial killer, I expect I can defend myself. I'll bring my pepper spray. And my iron fan, she thought as she hit Enter.

This made him chuckle. The poor soul. She was very fortunate that Don had no intentions of hurting her. Come to think of it, he had yet to mention his occupation... I know the perfect place. One that neither of us will have trouble finding. I'll meet you at the very top of the Chrysler building – third-tallest building in New York, since the towers came down.

That sounds good. And we won't have to search in a crowd for each other. Also, Breech thought, there wouldn't be many people to see her if it all went horribly wrong. She continued to type, I will be wearing a black hijab. It's particularly humiliating because I'm not Islamic, and neither are my Fosters, and so I know nothing of their culture. It feels offensive, somehow. Still, what will you be wearing?

A long trench coat. And a hat. Nothing more. You have no reason to wear such a thing unless it's of your own choosing. A hijab is unnecessary when it comes to me.

I feel I must do so. I will of course, have to get to the Chrysler Building. When would you like to meet? And at what time? After six o'clock is preferable for me.

The darker the better. But time isn't a problem for me, I can be there anytime you'd find preferable. And Breech? I can't wait...

The sooner the better. My Fosters might notice something was up if I planned for too long. I think they will have no need for my abilities tomorrow night. I believe they will be at a meeting... Besides... I don't think I could wait any longer than that, Donny.

Breech paused as she remembered the time her owners had set for the meeting, and the time they would most likely be back. If they weren't back by that time, she was given permission to go out and look for them, Is nine PM good for you?

He thought about it. By twenty-one hundred hours, everyone was usually doing their own things in the lair, and he was usually in his room working on gizmos. It worked out fine, Tomorrow night will be great. Consider it a date! I'll consider bringing flowers. =]

Breech smiled at this, Oh, don't bother. I couldn't bring them back here anyway. But it's sweet of you to make the offer, all the same.

Tomorrow night. How would he ever fall asleep knowing he was going to meet his good friend in person? What if she didn't like him? What if she'd been the Shredder all along? Or worse, what if she's really a man?! ...there he goes, thinking like Mikey again, Okay, I'll be there with bells on! But I really have to go now, Breech. I'm late on some errands, and I have matters to discuss with my youngest brother. If you have any last-minute problems and can't make it, feel free to email me. I can read emails on my cell phone.

Breech wrung her hands excitedly, rocking in her chair. Excited, but still nervous. What if despite his claims, he still didn't understand? Well, the longer she didn't ask him to show himself, the longer he wouldn't ask her. But what if he didn't like her? She could be a bitch sometimes, she knew. Worse still, what if he was a cop? What if he was one of her owners’ many, many superiors, testing her and her family for loyalty? But she couldn't not meet him. A computer screen wasn't enough anymore, I'll keep that in mind, but I too have to leave. I need to clear my computer, and my Fosters will be back soon. I... can't wait to see you.

Nor I you, Breech. I have a strong feeling that I might very well have been waiting to meet you all my life. This conversation would have to be well-hidden, for two reasons, now. He'd be sure to bury it deep.

Breech_Loader signed off at 19:52:42, said the screen.

He couldn't help staring at the screen just a little longer, before rubbing his hands nervously, excitedly and hopefully, and signing off himself.

Breech leant back. She didn't want to delete this conversation, but she had to. Being caught would mean trouble, and not just for her. Her owners would definitely want to meet this man she'd been talking to, about their work, her deformities. And probably kill him. Possibly his family too.

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Harley: Yeah, Don is putting his family kind of in danger. But he’s been talking to this IM girl for months, not days. You know how friendly you can get with your buddies on Yahoo/AIM/MSN. No need to point that out again, bless you all. Everything in italics is IM script. Of course, you’re not morons either, so why I pointed that out I can’t imagine. Two things next chapter – first off Casey and April come in – they’ll be playing a moderate role in this story – and second, THE MEETING. IS Breech secretly the Shredder, or a man? Only waiting a week for the next update will tell!

SonicFrank: Geez, could you imagine if it WAS the Shredder? Of course you know it’s not what with the side dialogue, but can you IMAGINE if that was who it was? Oh god, that would have been so-

Harley: Gay. Now, don’t forget my friends, to Review! I was up at 4AM typing this out; I think SF may have been up later. The least you can do is tell me what you think!
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