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Perseverance	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 9920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Leonardo rushed Bubba hard and fast, blocking the machete with one sword and the ice pick with the other. Bubba grinned and snapped at the ninja with his huge mouth. He had a long reach and it wasn’t hard for him to bite the side of Leo’s face and draw blood.

Leo kneed Bubba in the stomach and then jumped in the air to land a roundhouse kick to the alligator’s thick neck. Bubba reeled from the blows, but didn’t fall over. He swung the ice pick hard at the turtle and it stuck into Leonardo’s plastron. For the first time in his life, he felt something touch his chest.

It hurt like hell, but it was bearable. Leo swung at Bubba, slicing him neatly across the chest, making blood gush down the monster’s stomach. It wasn’t a death blow, but it gave him enough time to jump over the counter to the other side of the kitchen. He set a sword down quickly on the grill and tried to pull the ice pick out of his chest. It wouldn’t budge.

Bubba launched himself across the counter, his blood lubricating him so he could slide. His drooling mouth snapped dangerously close to Leo, but the blue turtle managed to grab his other sword and jump out of the way. Cutting Bubba like that should have slowed him down, but it didn’t, and Leo couldn’t figure out why.

“Oh shit!” he thought as the realization dawned on him. “He’s on steroids! Shredder’s probably got this fucker on horse pills and testosterone shots... that’d explain the thick neck, too...”

Lisa watched from the floor as the turtle guy fought off her rapist. Her ribs hurt where she’d been kicked and her scalp and neck ached from being dragged around by her hair.

“The knife!” she thought suddenly, as Bubba slammed Leo into a fridge. The turtle didn’t seem hurt, but there was a huge dent left in the appliance. She crawled along the floor with her mouth still taped and her hands still behind her back. She’d bitten the inside of her cheek pretty hard when Bubba had smacked her across the face and because she couldn’t spit, she’d been swallowing the blood. “Where’s the knife? Where’s the knife?” she repeated frantically in her head.

Leonardo decided to change his tactics, like Master Splinter had taught him. He’d let Bubba get used to his way of fighting, but now it was time to break out a new bag of tricks and finish this. He backflipped up onto the counter, kicking Bubba hard in the face as he did. Bubba slashed at the turtle’s legs with his machete, but Leo jumped, then swung a katana down and cut off the alligator’s left arm at the elbow like it was cheese.

Lisa stiffened as the alligator roared in pain. She was under the counter and hadn’t seen what had happened. She rolled over to keep crawling and her face brushed against Bubba’s ex-fingers from his ex-arm. She screamed against the duct tape before she realized it wasn’t part of him anymore. She took a deep breath and crawled over the horrible thing, shuddering as the hand slid over her body from head to toe.

The knife was still on the ground where Bubba had dropped it. It was the first time she had really had a chance to look at it. It was a big, serrated hunting knife with a round wooden handle that sent chills down her spine. She scooted past it and carefully picked it up behind her to slice through the tape that held her hands fast while the two fighters crashed their way through the kitchen.

The knife cut through the last of the tape and she pulled her hands free. There was only one door out and the two creatures were trying to kill each other in front of it. Bubba had Leo’s right bicep caught firmly between his teeth. Blood and drool ran down his arm to Leo’s three-fingered hand. Leo’s other fingers were buried deep in the gator’s eye sockets and pinky-clear ooze was running down Bubba’s scaly cheeks.

Bubba had lost his Machete and Leo had lost both swords - the kitchen was so small it was hard to use them effectively. Lisa looked down at the knife in her hands.

“Mmph!” she shouted through the duct tape. “MMPH!” Leo looked her way just in time to see her throw him the knife. It came at him blade first, but he pulled his fingers out of the dark hollows where Bubba’s eyes had been and caught the weapon neatly between two fingers. He flipped it around, catching it by the handle, and buried it to the hilt in Bubba’s stomach.

A chill ran down Lisa’s spine as she saw how easily it had entered flesh... it would have been her flesh if this other guy hadn’t turned up.

Bubba screamed and thrashed his long tail around, enraged. Leonardo jumped out of the way, rolling across the bloodied floor to his swords. He stepped quickly back over to Bubba and crossed his arms in front of him before straightening them fast so they stuck out straight on either side of him. They made a loud SCHWINGGGGG! as they brushed together in passing.

At first, Lisa thought he hadn’t done anything since he’d moved so fast. Then Bubba’s head fell off. His body crumbled and blood poured out of the monster’s thick neck, covering the floor. Leo knew from experience that the knife wound would have killed Bubba in another minute or so, but he also knew that Lisa would forever be afraid of the gator if she didn’t get to watch him die.

He hopped over the growing pond of blood and knelt down about six feet away from her.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice soft. “I’m sorry he did what he did... I was here watching, but I couldn’t do anything while he had the knife touching you - it was too dangerous. I’m sorry you had to suffer.”

Lisa pulled her knees up to her chest. He actually looked like he meant it. She remembered the tape on her mouth and reached a shaky hand up to pull it off. It hurt a lot, but it felt good to take a few breaths.

“Are you okay?” He asked again. “Y’know... considering...” he gestured to the destroyed room.

She nodded slowly. “Yeah,” her voice was thick and hoarse from screaming. “You’re not, though.”

Leo took a moment to glance down at his body. His arm was bleeding pretty badly from about two dozen punctures and tears, his cheek was cut, and he still had an ice pick stuck in his shell. He tried to pull it out again.

“Don’t!” she said, suddenly. He froze and looked at her. “That might be pretty deep. If you pull it out, you might start to bleed under... under your uh... shell, I guess.”

He chuckled, which annoyed her a bit - she didn’t see what was funny. “Yeah,” he said. “In case you were wondering, I’m a turtle. My name is Leonardo,” he bowed to her politely.

“I’m Lisa,” she croaked, swallowing a bit to see if she could get some moisture in her mouth.

“I know,” he said. She frowned at him, surprised that he knew. He sighed and picked up a shred of her shirt from the floor. “Do you mind if I use this?” he asked.

She shrugged and nodded. “It’s no good to me anymore.”

Leo started to wrap it around his bleeding bicep, wincing as he did so. She was probably right about pulling the ice pick out, but it was making it very hard for him to patch his arm up. Lisa hesitated for a moment then slowly moved a little closer to him. He stopped trying to tie a knot with only one three-fingered hand and looked at her. She moved a little closer and her fingers brushed his for a moment as they took over.

A little shiver ran through his body at the contact. He shook his head a little to clear it. She’d just been sexually assaulted and now he was feeling attracted to her, too. He was a jerk.

She was beautiful though. Her black hair was cut in a pretty bob that ended just below her ears. She had a little blue stoned stud in each ear and bright, green eyes. She was slim and athletic-looking in her tight jeans, and her pink bra gave her a young, vulnerable, feminine look... it reminded him of a princess. Her skin was an eerie white in the strange, dusty light of the kitchen. There was some dried blood caked between her teeth and around her mouth - Leo wished he had some water for her to drink.

“Thank you,” he said, as she finished tying the first piece of shirt on. She reached for another piece and wrapped it around a lower section of bite-marks. He wished sometimes that he had nimble fingers like a human.

“How do you know my name?” she rasped, her whole throat dry.

Leo sighed, then winced in pain as she brushed a hole in his arm. “To make a very long story short,” he said. “Our father came to America from Japan to escape some very bad guys like Shredder out there who wanted him to fight for them because he is one of the greatest ninjas to ever live. He had no money and wound up homeless. He made a home for himself in an abandoned subway tunnel... my brothers and I were his pets.” Fuck, he hated having to say that... he wasn’t anyone’s fucking pet... not anymore.

“Anyway,” he continued. “Shredder accidentally dropped some mutagen down a sewer drain. the mutagen sort of turns you into whatever animal you have had the most recent contact with. My brothers and I mixed with our father, so we’re pretty well human, except for our appearance. Asshole back there,” he said, gesturing to Bubba, “was a human criminal who was mixed with a stolen alligator from the zoo.”

Lisa grabbed a third shred of shirt and started to tie it on to his arm. “That doesn’t explain how you know my name,” she said, finishing and sitting back.

Leo cleared his throat, ready for her revulsion. “My brother, Donatello, is Charlotte’s boyfriend.” Lisa’s mouth fell open but Leo kept talking before she could say anything. “That’s why you haven’t met him yet. It’s been killing her that she hasn’t been able to introduce you to him... or us. Your friendship means so much to her, Lisa, and I know it breaks her heart that she has had to deceive you.” He paused and sighed again. “You were kidnapped because Shredders thugs thought that you were Charlotte... but now they’ve got her too.” He stood and sheathed his swords. He wanted to offer her a hand to stand up, but he was pretty sure she thought Charlotte was into bestiality or something.

Lisa blinked a couple of times and stood too. “Wait... you’re one of Don’s three brothers?”

“Uh, I guess, yeah,” he said, not getting what she was talking about. “Why?”

“Don seemed to be treating her so nicely that I asked her if he had a brother. She said he had three, and I was hurt that she never tried to introduce me. Now I understand why.”

“Ouch,” Leonardo thought as they crept out into the hall. The ice pick had hurt less.

“Where do they have Charlotte?” she asked. She hadn’t felt like she’d been thinking clearly since she’d been grabbed and chucked in that van. She was glad that her brain had decided to work again though.

“I dunno,” he said. “My part of this is to get you the hell out of here and then come back and help my brothers rescue her. Shit!” He grabbed her, slapping a hand over her mouth and pulled her into an empty classroom. She struggled for a moment, then froze in terror as she heard the loud breathing and slow shuffling coming down the hall.

She looked back at Leo. He put a finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet, then he let her go and hopped up on an old desk, carefully removing the grate from the air duct in the wall above it. He reached for her hand and she climbed up with him, letting him lift her up high enough to shimmy along on her stomach inside the duct. He followed a second later, letting the sound of Frank’s roar of rage muffle the sound of the grate squeaking as he put it back into place.
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