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Perseverance	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 9920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Charlie had lied. She was absolutely scared shitless of Shredder. Leonardo had told her that in all their encounters with him, they’d never actually managed to kill him. The only person he really seemed afraid of was Master Splinter... and the old rat was of no threat to anyone now.

She struggled in vain as the Foot soldiers tied her hands in front of her, then lifted her arms above her head, suspending her from a gym rope that hung from the ceiling so that she balanced on her tiptoes.

Why hadn’t she answered the phone? She was positive that it was Donatello who’d been calling her, but why hadn’t she answered it? She squeezed her eyes shut and a tear slid down her cheek. It was all such a blur... she’d sat on the bench feeling the loss of her grandparents all over again and it had been pure agony.

She was even ashamed that she’d blamed her father for the fire at first... it was only when the police told her that Lisa was missing that she realized who was really responsible, and then she’d felt so guilty that Lisa had been dragged into such a violent world.

“Um... Sensei?” One of the Foot soldiers said, carefully. “There’s uh... there’s something you should know...” he held a shaking hand out to his master and passed him an object.

Shredder stared at the ninja star and purple cloth. “What is this?” he said, his voice trembling with rage.

“We... we found it stuck into the backdoor of the van, Master,” the soldier said, not looking Shredder in the eyes. “There’s a computer chip in the fabric.”

Shredder swore inwardly. Not only did they goof on the kidnapping, but they were followed. He missed the clan desperately. There were so few of them left now and he was forced to work with complete idiots like this! Oh, he was going to make the turtles pay dearly for taking the clan away from him.

“And you were the only one brave enough to tell me?” Shredder said. The soldiers were surprised - they’d expected him to come down on them like a ton of bricks.

“Yes, Master,” the soldier nodded. “And I’ve also posted extra guards around the building, on the roof, and in the sewer.”

Shredder couldn’t believe it; here was one person who wasn’t an idiot. “Good,” he said. “Then you’re in charge of everyone else. You answer only to me.”

The soldier bowed low. “Thank you, Sensei.”

“Continue with the plan. They’re almost certainly here already.” He waved his hand and dismissed the soldiers. “Frank,” he snapped. “Go and get Bubba, then use your new nose to find them.”

“You got it, boss,” Frank rumbled, shuffling out of the room. Shredder made a mental note not to use a bear again - they couldn’t move fast enough. He turned to Charlie and grinned behind his metal mask.

“See this?” he said, holding the star and cloth up in front of her face. Charlie’s heart soared when she saw it - Donnie would come for her! “They know I’ve got you and they’re coming here to save you.” He laughed like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. Charlie felt a surge of anger and tried to kick the asshole. Shredder blocked it easily and moved so he was inches from her face again. “Let’s get one thing straight here,” he said, pinching her nose. With the duct tape over her mouth, her air was totally cut off. “Your life is in my hands,” he snarled.

Charlie squirmed, but couldn’t get away. She could feel her pulse starting to pound in her temples before it began to get weaker. The room spun and her vision started to go black. At first she felt panicky and afraid, but then a calmness flooded over her as her brain shut down and she passed out.

Shredder unhooked her from the rope, but kept her hands tied together as he dragged her across the floor. He walked to the far end of the room where a big stage would have once held Christmas plays and community choir concerts and went up the side steps, behind the curtain. A moment later a small motor noise started up and the curtains slid gracefully open like two old ghosts, revealing a huge glass cylinder full of green, glowing goop.

Bubba walked into the old, dark cafeteria kitchen, rubbing his crotch. He hoped she was feisty - he loved it when they fought back. The freezer wasn’t running, since there’d been no electricity in the building for years, but it stank of rotten meat and old cabbages, and he knew she’d suffocate if he left her in there another hour or two. He didn’t want to do that, even though it’d be fun to scare her. He wanted her to be in good shape so she’d struggle.

He pulled open the freezer door hard and fast to startle her. She was huddled in the corner, her eyes red from crying. Her hands were fastened behind her with duct tape and her feet had been bound the same way. She let out a muffled scream as he grabbed her roughly by the arms and hauled her out, slamming her face down on the metal counter so that her backside faced him.

Bubba pulled out a knife and pressed it to her throat as he pressed his erection into her sweet, round ass. “Are you gonna be my angel?” he asked, his big, drooling mouth with its dozens of teeth next to her ear.

Lisa cried silently, her knees shaking. Why was this happening to her? Who were these people? How did Charlotte know them?

Bubba pulled the knife away and used it to slit her shirt open, making sure the cold metal grazed her skin. He threw the fabric on the floor, leaving her bra on. He liked bras. He put the knife-tip between her legs and whispered, “You didn’t answer my question... are you gonna be my angel?”

Lisa opened her eyes that she’d had clenched tight and looked straight ahead, trying not to move. For half a moment, she thought she saw the reflection of a third person in the stainless steel dishwasher door in front of her, but she blinked and the dark figure was gone, and she felt alone.

She nodded slowly, hating herself for answering his stupid question.

“Don’t worry,” Bubba drooled, “I’m not gonna kill you... I’m just gona hurt you real bad, then I’ll stick you back in the freezer.” He traced the knife tip down her thigh. “Frank’s gonna kill you.”

Lisa was shaking and crying uncontrollably. Her nose was getting stuffy from her tears and it was getting hard to breathe. How could someone be so cruel?

“If you want my professional opinion, as someone who’s done this a lot,” he said, reaching around to squeeze her right breast painfully in his clawed hand, “ You’d enjoy this a lot more if I killed you instead of him.” He nipped her shoulder roughly, and little beads of blood came to the surface. She wasn’t struggling enough and he was getting impatient. He reached down and cut the tape that was around her ankles and stepped back for a moment. It worked - she tried to run. Bubba grabbed her hair before she’d made it two steps and twisted her down onto her knees. “See, Frank likes blood. He’s way more of a sex freak than I am.”

Lisa trembled as he slammed the knife into the freezer door and started to unfasten his pants.

“Wanna suck it?” he asked. She shook her head, trying to get away. He pulled her in closer and rubbed her face into his crotch. He smelled like rotten seaweed and she felt like she was going to throw up. “Good,” he chuckled, reaching for the knife again as he ground his scaly dick into her face, deliberately cutting off her air. “This is going in your ass too, angel.”

Then his hand was gone and she could breathe again. The knife clattered to the floor in front of her. Bubba sat up angrily, scanning the room with his beady gold eyes. He’d been knocked clear across the floor and was sprawled on his back about ten feet away from his would-be angel. There was no one else there. Lisa saw the knife, but her hands were behind her. She jumped up and ran through the big kitchen, hoping there was a back door. She turned the corner and found herself facing a dead end. She leaned back against a two-sided shelf, and squeezed her eyes shut, defeated. This was it... she was going to die. She started to pray as Bubba’s footsteps slowly approached.

“O, God,” she cried out in her head, “Please save me! Please send someone to help me!”

Lisa wasn’t quite sure what she felt, but it was like the air had moved behind her. Someone else was there, behind her on the other side of the shelves. She opened her eyes and looked at her reflection in a hanging frying pan. For a moment, she thought the light was playing tricks on her because she was sure there were two eyes behind her. Then she heard a gentle, “Shh... be brave...” It was so quiet, she thought she’d imagined it, but her heart felt a little ray of hope that maybe, just maybe she wasn’t alone. The air shifted behind her again, as if someone had moved away.

Bubba stepped around the corner and laughed when he saw her just standing there waiting. “So you wanna be my angel after all?” he laughed, backhanding her across the face. He grabbed her hair and dragged her back into the main kitchen. He didn’t know how he’d been thrown back like that, but it had made him so fucking horny.

“No, she doesn’t,” a calm voice snapped somewhere ahead of him in the dark. Lisa let out a muffled cheer. Someone really was there!

“Who the fuck is that?!” growled Bubba.

“The guy who’s gonna kill you,” the voice said, from a different part of the room. “I’d love to cut your dick off, too, disinfect it, and shove it up your ass, before I finish you off, but I’m a little pressed for time. I need to get this nice lady home before midnight.”

Bubba laughed his ass off and flung Lisa to the floor, taking a second to kick her in the ribs, so she’d be to hurt to get far. Lisa didn’t have any tears left as her body shook with sobs, so she saw the two flashes in the dark as her rescuer stepped around the corner with a sharp sword in each hand.

He was some kind of creature like Bubba, only not nearly as ugly. This one was... a turtle or something. Lisa didn’t care who or what the hell he was, so long as he’d save her from the alligator man. Bubba grabbed the machete that was strapped to his leg, then reached in along the side of the freezer and pulled out his weapon of choice: a nice sharp ice pick. If he was gonna crack this turtle fucker’s shell open, it was probably the right tool for the job.

Leo snorted and assumed an attack stance, making a note to watch out for the asshole’s huge mouth and teeth. “Let’s dance, bitch,” he said.
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