Perseverance | By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 9940 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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“Something about this isn’t right,” Leonardo said as the four brothers raced through the sewer, following the steady beeps that came from Donatello’s shell cell. They’d gone a long way and they were all starting to breathe hard. Leo wasn’t even sure where they were - they’d never been in this part of the sewer before. “I mean, why would they even bother kidnapping her? What good is she to them?” Then the penny dropped. “Oh fuck,” he panted, “it’s a trap.”
“A trap?” Mike said, looking over at his older brother. “How?”
“They’re gonna hold her hostage or something,” Leo said, “That way he’d force us to confront him when the odds are in his favour and he’s got control of the situation.”
“But as far as we know, they don’t know that we know what they’re planning, right?” Raph said over his shoulder, glancing back to Leo and Mike.
“Right,” Leo said. “But they could figure it out any second. As soon as they open the van door and see the star, they’ll know that we know.”
“Fuck,” Mike sighed. “So there’s like almost no chance that we’ll get the jump on them, and if we go in there with both guns blazing, then we’re...”
“Turtle stew,” Raphael finished.
“The van’s stopped moving up ahead,” Don said gruffly. It was the first time he’d spoken since they’d entered the sewer. He climbed up the nearest ladder and peeked out the manhole cover. They were in the ghetto in front of a large, condemned building that said BROOKL N COM UNI Y AND VOCA IONAL C LLEGE in damaged lettering above the door. There was a tall chain-link fence around the whole place and he could see the van parked by a side service entrance.
He slammed his hand violently into the wall by the top of the ladder, full of rage and frustration. Don climbed down a couple of steps and replaced the cover quietly before jumping the rest of the way to the ground. Leo was right; if they were going to do this, they needed to be smart about it... they needed a plan... Leonardo was their leader for a reason.
“Red Bubba!” Shredder roared. The half man/ half alligator looked at his new boss, lazily from his chair behind the old table that held a bunch of lab beakers and shit. He didn’t know what they were and he didn’t care. All that mattered to him was getting his scaly, clawed hands on the sweet pink pussy that they’d locked in the old freezer in the cafeteria. He flexed the muscles in his upper back as the boss bawled him out for having his big, ugly feet up on the table where he might break something.
“Do you want to get turned back into the lowlife nothing you were?” Shredder snapped. “If you come into contact with the new mutagen, it will reverse all the work I’ve done and you’ll be nothing but a common rapist!”
“Give the man a little credit, boss,” a half-man/ half-grizzly bear rumbled behind them. “He’s a murder too.”
Shredder sighed. They weren’t quite as stupid as Bebop and Rocksteady had been, but they were a lot cockier. Bebop and Rocksteady were just street punks; these new guys were hardened criminals. Red Bubba claimed to have raped over thirty women from the ages of fifteen to eighty-five.
“Frank, hacking defenseless women open with an ice pick doesn’t make you a skilled killer - hell, even a butcher in a meat shop has more technique than you,” Shredder snapped at Bubba. “Now get your feet off the table before I decide that you’re not worth the hassle.”
Strangely, Bubba put his feet down right away. The boss was a weird-looking guy with the metal helmet and all, but he was also a pretty dangerous fucker... he’d already killed the rhino guy, Ray-ray, when the idiot had cracked a vial of the green stuff. Shredder just hit him once in the chest, snapping her sternum off and shoving it into his lungs. Ray-ray Rhino had drowned in his own blood.
Bubba and Frank (aka The Indiana Slasher) had been pretty impressed. It was a much more efficient way to kill people - and there was no blood to clean up. “Still,” Frank had rumbled in his new bear voice, “the whole point of disemboweling people is to hear the screams. I mean... why else would you even bother?”
“When can I go play with the bitch in the freezer?” Bubba whined, his new, larger alligator erection becoming visible through his pants.
Shredder wanted to bang his head against the wall - they had no discipline! None! “Ugh - just go and stop bothering me with it!” he said as Bubba jumped up, excitedly. His eyes were glazing over with lust. “You’ll be no good to me until you get it out of your system.” He looked at Frank, who was breathing hard, rubbing his hands together. shredder sighed. “Bubba!” he called, stopping the alligator.
The gator flexed his back again, making the giant tattoo of a bouquet of long-stemmed red skulls, twitch. He turned to Shredder, his eyes flickering and his erection bulging against his pants. “What, boss?” he said.
“When you’re done, don’t kill her. Just stick her back in the freezer for Frank to chop up.”
Frank clapped his furry hands excitedly and laughed like a little boy at Christmastime.
Bubba just shrugged and walked out. “Suits me - he can mop the mess up too.”
“Sensei!” Shredder turned to look at the Foot soldiers who’d just come into the old gym. “We have her, Sensei!”
“You’d damn well better!” Shredder shouted. The new Foot soldiers fell into two categories. Cowards who couldn’t fight and fighters who couldn’t think. Maybe he was getting old... everyone seemed so stupid. He was still pissed off that he’d gone to all thr trouble of stealing a fucking rhinoceros and making the mutagen, and training that Ray-Ray monster to be a ninja, only to have to kill the moron because his attitude was so bad that he was dangerous to keep.
Well... he hadn’t really trained them to be ninjas... he wasn’t going to give those chumps any secrets they could use against him. He just taught them how to fight, and even then it wasn’t with any grace or finesse - it was very hack and slash.
The girl the soldiers had brought in was the same age as the first one, but this one was staring at him and not at Frank and Bubba... this one had seen mutants before... this one was the right one. He stepped toward her and the soldiers kicked her down so she was on her knees before him. They bent her arms painfully around behind her back and forced her to bow to their master.
He reached an armored hand out and grabbed her chin, tilting her head up. Duct tape covered her mouth, but her eyes flashed angrily and her hair spilled out of her hair elastic, giving her a wild look. He could actually see why the stupid turtle chose her - if that damn newswoman was any indication, Yoshi’s boys liked feisty women.
“Do you know who I am?” he asked, his face inches from her.
She nodded. He hadn’t actually said he was Shredder, but who else could he be?
“Are you afraid of me?” he smiled, wickedly.
She glared at him and shook her head. Shredder liked his women to be more subservient than that. It would be fun to break her.
“You will be,” he whispered.
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