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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 Six

In the moment before she was knocked unconscious, the only thing that Miranda could hear Leonardo's voice reverberating through her mind...falling in love. The last sight that she could recall was not the sleek, black SUV door that opened to engulf her, but Leonardo's eyes, a dark and troubled blue. And even now, she did not remember screaming, though her throat was scratched and raw.

She awoke later in a dark room, sparsely furnished with a bed and armchair, and two small windows in the wall across from her which were covered with thick curtains. She had been left alone on the bare mattress, with her hands and feet bound tightly. After a few minutes of struggling she caught the faint sounds of a voice outside her door, and she held still. The voice was masculine and unfamiliar, though it gave her an odd feeling of deja vu.

Footsteps. Someone was approaching the door, and Miranda steeled herself against the unknown. There was the creak of the knob, and then the light spreading into the room and obscuring the figure that appeared in the doorway before the door closed and she was encased in darkness again, with her captor. Miranda tried to banish the fear that bubbled in her chest, but her resolve failed when he spoke.

“I apologize for the severity of your apprehension, Miranda. Certain orders of mine were not carried out as I wished. It won't happen again.”

“Who are you? Why did you bring me here?” Her voice sounded tremulous and weak in the darkness, and he laughed. The sound of it sent a chill of foreboding across her skin. Get a grip, she told herself. What would you do if Leonardo was here? Act as though you aren't afraid, you big baby. “I think you have me pretty secure. I'm not very good at defending myself from tall men with guns. And, once again, why did you kidnap me?”

“Considering the company you've been keeping of late, Miranda, I can't imagine that you're too surprised. After all, I'm hardly the strangest....being you've met.”

“Just answer the question. It's the least you can do,” she said, trying to ignore the numbness that was starting to creep across her limbs. She felt his weight settle onto the mattress beside her, and stiffened as her body slid slightly towards him. However, he made no reply for several moments. Miranda cleared her throat at last, and he chuckled softly.

“I suppose you're right, my dear, it is the least that I could do. But, I need to attend to another matter first.” He leaned close to her and she gasped as she felt the cold steel of his knife pressed to her wrists. She closed her eyes, and waited for the pain to come, but instead she felt a sudden tug as her bonds were cut. He reached lower and did the same to her ankles. After a moment, she slowly stood up, rubbing at her skin to bring back the circulation; as she did do she could hear him rise from the bed and step across the room. A moment later, several lamps affixed to the walls filled the room with an ambient glow, and Miranda was finally able to take stock of her captor.

He was a tall man, and even though he was wearing a fashionably cut suit, she could tell by his stance and build that he was no soft bureaucrat or executive. He had a slender, angular face, with dark smooth hair that was as neat as his suit, and wore dark glasses, so she could not see his eyes: a part of her mind wondered why he wore them inside. He opened the door and spoke quietly to someone just outside, closed it, then crossed the small room in a few steps to seat himself on the armchair by the bed, then pressed his fingers together and regarded her for a moment longer. She glared back, fighting to keep her gaze strong and confident, to keep her fear from being painfully obvious.

“Please have a seat, Miranda, and we can catch up on old times. Did you know that you and I go back quite a ways?” He chuckled again at her expression, and reached in his pocket. She tensed, but he only pulled out a worn photograph and handed it to her. It was an image of two men, a woman, and a very young girl, all smiling happily into the camera. She recognized each face, and looked at him in shock.

“Where did you get this? How did you know my parents? And, again, who the hell are you?”

“Your father and I were business partners many years ago. He was a great geneticist in his younger days, and I found his research intriguing, to say the least. We struck up a partnership, one that benefited us both for a long time. However, he was sometimes too.....conservative in his views in dealing with certain ethical dilemmas that his research presented; it was after one of those dilemmas that our partnership ended-rather badly, I suppose.”

“So you what, kidnapped me and threatened to kill me unless he did what you wanted him to?”

“Come, come, my dear. Your father was much too stubborn for a stunt like that.” There was a quiet knock on the door, followed by the entrance of a young man, about Miranda's age, dressed in the black coat and hat of the White Knights, and carrying a tray of food and some bottled water. Her captor nodded and the Knight carefully placed the tray on the bed next to Miranda. She caught his eye, and he looked away nervously, stepping from the room as quickly as he could.
“Go ahead and eat, Miranda, you must be hungry.”

She made no move, except to wince as her stomach growled audibly. Her captor laughed and shook his head. “You're as stubborn as your father. It's not poison. You are much more valuable to me alive than....otherwise.”

She remained still, staring at him as an unpleasant combination of anger and hunger began to drive the fear away. “What did you say your name was?”

“My name won't mean anything to you, Miranda.”

“Humor me.”

“John Bishop, at your service.”

Despite his master's advice, Leonardo was unable to sleep for more than an hour or so, an hour which was plagued with nightmares of Miranda being brutally beaten and bruised, among other things. The rest of the night he spent tossing and turning, unrelenting worry and guilt churning inside him. Perhaps to most the dawn would normally have brought relief; to Leo, however, the coming light only stung his eyes and illuminated his failure.

He was up early, even before Donatello, making coffee and two kinds of tea to keep his hands busy, to keep himself from pacing across the lair in fruitless circles. He felt restless and slightly delirious, for she was unceasingly in his thoughts, in pain and afraid.

“Good morning Leo! Ready to kick some ass....uh, I mean shell?” Leonardo started at Mikey's voice, nearly dropping his cup as his younger brother joined him in the kitchen.

“Master Splinter isn't up yet, Mikey, but that doesn't mean that you can curse all you....”

“Then gimme some of that fuckin' coffee, bro!” Michelangelo poured himself a cup, and regarded Leo thoughtfully as he sipped it. “Boy, I'll be glad to get Miranda back. You were a lot cooler when she was around.”

“What do you mean?”

“I dunno. You just seemed really.....happy.” Mikey took a swig from his mug. “I don't think that I've ever seen you act so normal.” He grinned and raised his drink in a salute. “Probably helped that you finally are getting some action, huh?”

Leo made no reply, instead he stared down at his own empty cup. Mikey seemed to sense his brother's discomfort, and began talking of other things, but Leo hardly listened.

“It's because I love her, Mikey,” he said finally.

Michelangelo stopped speaking for a moment, then continued on with even more enthusiasm. “Really? That's awesome! I thought that you guys would hit it off, and this explains why you've been so...so....”

“Tolerable?” Raphael entered the kitchen, grabbed a cup of coffee and went to stand beside Leo, a sly grin below his red mask.

“Yeeesss! That's it!” Donatello's whoop of victory made them all jump. “Guys! Leo! I found them!” The others raced into their brother's lab, where he was seated before his laptop. On the screen was a display of a recent newspaper article, as well as a picture of several men in familiar coats and hats.

“Donnie, what did you find?” Leo asked, starting to scan the article.

“It's a piece done by a junior reporter at a local paper. Apparently she uncovered the most recent hangout of the Knights, but since no one really knows about them yet, no one seems to be too concerned with the discovery.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Mikey said, punching his hand. “Let's go kick some a...shell. Good morning, Master Splinter!”

The wizened rat smiled over his cup of tea. “Good morning, Michelangelo. Why are you all standing around? I believe that you have much work to do.”
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Leap of Faith, Part Two: Into the Light