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Perseverance	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 9920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Donatello was beside himself with grief. He snuck up behind a Foot soldier, wrapped his left arm around the dude’s shoulders, and used his right to snap the guy’s neck. Master Splinter had told them how to so these things, but had lectured them often on the difference between offensive and defensive martial arts. Donatello didn’t give a shit about honour or right-and-wrong anymore. He just wanted these fuckers dead and his girlfriend down in the lair with him where she’d be safe.

He heard a CRR-ACK! behind him and saw a soldier drop like a stone from Michelangelo’s arms. At least he wasn’t the only one who wanted to see some heads roll. Off to their left, the familiar SNICKT sound told them that Raphael had just slit a throat.

They’d decided to send Leo in alone for recon and to rescue Lisa, if she was still alive, because they figured that Shredder wouldn’t care enough about her to do much to guard her. Beyond that, no one had any better suggestions than, “kill everything that moves,” so that’s what they were doing.

No matter how they looked at it, Shredder had the upper hand here and there were no tricks, gadgets, or plans that could really change that. Don hadn’t told his brothers that he was going to offer Shredder a trade - his life for hers. He knew Shredder would take it. He looked at Mikey and Raph sadly out of the corner of his eye. He’d probably never see Leo again.

Donatello and his brothers moved from wing to wing of the big school, killing every Foot soldier they saw. There was something not right about the whole thing, though - they couldn’t put up much of a fight. When the turtles were teenagers, the Foot clan had many powerful fighters. These guys were just YMCA karate class black belts. They had big egos, but they weren’t actually good at anything other than being big jerks. These were the kinds of guys who got their asses kicked by teenaged street muggers because they didn’t know how to actually apply the moves in the katas to suit the situation. In short, these guys sucked hard.

Charlie started to come to and found herself lying in a heap on a dusty, wooden floor. Waves of nausea hit her and her stomach heaved. A gentle hand stroked her hair back and pulled the duct tape off her mouth so she wouldn’t choke on her own vomit. She leaned her back against a strong, warm chest for support as the room spun. Gradually her vision cleared and she relaxed, letting the warm, rough hand brush over her hair and down to rub her neck. A second hand brushed up her thighs and belly in slow, warm circles.

Instantly, she felt relaxed and sleepy as the nausea flooded away. “Does my touch soothe you, little sparrow?” a voice whispered softly in her ear. Charlie’s brain snapped awake and she realized who was touching her. She stiffened as the hand moved a little lower on her neck.

“Please don’t kill me, Shredder,” she whispered. “I felt your hand on my neck move and I know you could kill me if you wanted to.”

He was gone from her in an instant. “So you do fear me, then?”

“Yes,” Charlie said, turning to look at him. His back was to her and his helmet was off. He turned and looked at her, his oriental face soft, and his hair graying around his temples.

“Donatello will die trying to rescue you,” he said. “And his brothers, too... then Yoshi will come to me and we will finish this... we will finally finish this.”

“You mean this is all about Splinter? But why?”

Shredder walked across the stage and looked at the big container of mutagen. He chuckled quietly. “Have the Hamato clan explained anything to you about honour?” he asked.

Charlie shook her head.

“Honour,” Shredder said, “is everything. When honour is lost... there is nothing. I know you probably don’t believe it, from what you’ve seen of me, but my honour is more important to me than my life. I need to destroy Hamato Yoshi so I can get my clan’s honour back.”

“I don’t understand,” Charlie said. “Please explain it to me, Sensei.”

Shredder looked surprised - she was very polite, calling him teacher. VERY polite. He’d kill her himself and not let Bubba and Frank touch her... she deserved to keep her honour.

“My name is Oroko Saki,” he said, bowing slightly. Charlie knew enough about Japanese culture to know that it would be polite for her to bow lower than him, so she did.

“If I can get him to trust me a little, I might get the chance to get away,” she thought, “And then if I could let Donnie know I’m safe, they won’t have to risk themselves for me.”

“I had a brother, Nagi. He was young and very much in love with a beautiful woman named Tang Shen. Shen, however, did not return my brother’s love. There was another who owned her heart.”

“Yoshi,” Charlie guessed. He nodded.

“We were all members of the Foot clan, back when it was great and powerful... back when we were young...” he stroked a hand absently over his graying hair. “Nagi felt that his honour had been damaged in the rejection and challenged Yoshi, right in front of our old ninja master. Yoshi refused to fight, thus further insulting my brother. He told our master that he and Shen would leave and go to the United States to keep the peace, but before they could leave, Nagi murdered Shen, which disgraced the entire clan as well as the Oroko family.”

Charlie gasped. Poor Splinter! His heart must have been shattered!

“Yoshi hunted my brother down like a dog and accepted the challenge. He killed my brother and my family was forever labeled as weak cowards. There are almost none of us left now and I must get us back our honour before we are all gone.”

“So killing a man who killed the man who killed a defenseless woman will bring your family honour?” Charlie couldn’t get her head around it - for all intents and purposes, Shen was the turtles’ mother! Splinter loved her and avenged her murder... how the hell was killing Splinter going to do anybody any good?

“I know it’s hard for you to understand,” Oroko Saki said. “You were raised in a different culture.”

“I guess...” Charlie answered, still trying to win him over. “There’s just one problem... Splinter died this weekend.”

Shredder whirled around. “What?!” he barked. “How?!”

Charlie tried not to show how afraid she was. “He had a lot of fluid on his lungs... he was very sick for a long time. He died in his sleep.”

Shredder slammed his fist into the table and put his helmet back on. He was beyond pissed.

Frank was also seriously pissed. He kicked Bubba’s big ugly head out of the way, angrily. The little bitch couldn’t have done it alone. He sniffed the air; it reeked of the girl’s sweat, Bubba’s blood, and - wait... there was someone else’s blood. It wasn’t quite human... he sniffed again but couldn’t put his finger on it. Those other damn mutants had to be here.

He followed the scent down the hall and to a classroom, where it ended abruptly. Fuck... the boss wasn’t gonna like this.

Donatello spun around and around, kicking a Foot soldier steadily across the auto shop. He knocked the guy down, then stood over him, his hand wrapped firmly around the guy’s throat, ready to tear his windpipe out. His eyes narrowed to slits and he pulled the punk up close to his face. “Where - is - she?” he asked dangerously, his voice deeper than normal from the surge of testosterone that kicking shell tended to give him.

“W-which one?” the guy said. Don yanked the fucker’s hood off and glared at him, squeezing his hand a little tighter around the guy’s throat. He was about thirty and had a tattoo coming up his neck. “One - one of them’s in the freezer. T-the first one. The other’s with Master Shredder.”

Don threw the maggot to Raphael and turned his back. He heard a SNICKT! and his brother appeared at his side. Raphael put his hand on Don’s shoulder.

“He’s got my mate,” Don whispered, feeling lost. “I can’t smell her anymore...” his shoulders sagged. Michelangelo finished off the Foot soldier he’d been fighting and came over to his two brothers. They were all in better shape than Leo, but they all had a nice collection of cuts and scrapes.

“We’ll get her back, bro,” Mike said. “I don’t even give a fuck if we deal with Shredder today or not. Let’s just get her and go to Splinter.”

“And don’t you fucking do anything stupid,” Raphael snapped. “I know what you’ve been thinking and so does Mike. We won’t let ya do it.”

“Yeah, man, you’ve gotta trust yourself and us enough to believe that we’ll all be going home tonight.” Mike said. “I know you’re hurting. So am I. I owe her my life.”

Donatello nodded. “I wish we had a plan.”

“We do!” Mike grinned. “Kill everything, remember? It’s not pretty, but then neither is Raph.”
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