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Perseverance	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 9920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“Where’s Bubba?” Shredder snapped.

“Well, his eye fluid has dried on the floor - his head’s on the kitchen floor, too, actually, his left arm is under the central counter, his-”

“Shut up!” Shredder roared, cutting Frank off.

Charlie was overcome with relief and fear all at once. The turtles had come for her, but at what price?

“The girl’s missing,” Frank moped, sounding very disappointed.

“Doesn’t matter,” Shredder shrugged. “The turtles have moved on to the auto shop - they’ll be here soon. Take your place.” Frank grumbled and shuffled off to the gym office.

“How do you know where they are, Sensei?” Charlie asked.

He laughed and turned for a moment to look at her. “My dear, do you really think I’d tell you anything? I’m not that young - a pretty girl can’t sway me anymore.” He grabbed her arm and dragged her after him.

“This guy is totally fucked up,” Charlie thought to herself. “His logic is fucked, his fashion sense is fucked, his mood swings are fucked... FUCK! What a psycho!” She couldn’t believe how much she was swearing. The guy had to be schizophrenic!

Michelangelo and Raphael had to physically restrain Donatello in their hiding place up on the balcony. Donatello was so angry he could hardly think! Charlie lay in a crumpled heap on the stage floor, clearly unconscious.

“Calm the fuck down!” Mike whispered in his brother’s ear. “Look, the whole thing has been a trap - we knew that from the get-go. He wanted us here. He’s left her alone and now he’s waiting for us to go down there and grab her.”

“You know,” Shredder said in Japanese over the loudspeaker, “If I wasn’t so focused on destroying you, I’d take her right now - she’s beautiful... much too good for an animal like you.”

Don ground his teeth, but stayed calm. The only thing that mattered was getting her out of here alive.

“If you want her,” Shredder continued. “By all means, come and get her.”

“We don’t really have a lot of choice here,” Don said to his brothers. They hadn’t missed the big cylinder of mutagen on the stage. “Let me go alone - you two circle around and see if there are other ways in.” They nodded and the Don leaped down onto the gym floor, landing in a neat crouch. Slowly, he crossed the gym, bo drawn, as he looked all around him, staying on high alert.

“The woman tells me that Yoshi died in his sleep, this weekend,” Shredder’s voice went on. He laughed nastily. “I must say, Leonardo, you’re not much of a replacement. Yoshi would never have led his family into death.”

Don froze. What the shell? Leo wasn’t even here! Shredder knew damn well who they all were, so he couldn’t possibly have them confused.

“Donnie! Run!” Raphael shouted from the balcony.

He couldn’t leave Charlie! He started to move towards the stage.

“She’s not there!” Raph was shouting. “It’s a projection!” Raph slammed his sai hard into the projector below the edge of the balcony and Charlie disappeared. The green goo, however, remained, and now that he was closer, Don could see the flashing red light at the base. He turned and bolted for the nearest door. It had a glass window with shatter-proof metal cross-hatching in it. Don braced himself and launched himself hard at the window, striking it hard with his bo. It shattered and he went sailing through, seconds before the bomb went off and the gym was coated in mutagen.

Don skidded across the floor, cutting his exposed skin on the glass. He rolled on his shell out of the mess, then jumped to his feet before tearing quickly down the hall to the stairs that led up to the balcony. He whipped around the corner and slammed hard into Michelangelo who was leading Raphael quickly down the stairs.

Mike wrapped his arms around his bleeding brother and hugged him tight. That was too fucking close.

“Leo!” Raphael cried. “What the fuck happened to ya, man?” The others looked up to see Leonardo limping down the hall with an ice pick lodged in his plastron. Lisa was following close behind him. She felt scared when he was more than an arm’s length away.

Leonardo and Lisa had crawled through the ductwork until it changed to a smaller size and Leo hadn’t been able to fit through with the ice pick stuck into him. He could smell the fear in her sweat and had whispered encouragingly to her as they went. “You’re doing great,” he’d said. “You can do it, just keep going.” His words had been a great comfort to her and had given her courage. His whispers were kind and soothing... they were so different from Bubba’s.

“I had a run-in with an alligator on steroids,” Leo said. “What the fuck happened here?”

“Mutagen bomb,” Mike said, casually. Leo raised his eyebrows and looked at Don’s cuts and scrapes. They took a minute to swap stories in Japanese. Leo know it was rude to speak another language in front of Lisa, but he didn‘t think she really wanted to relive her evening. Lisa stood nervously behind Leonardo, looking over her shoulder lots to see if anyone had followed them. The other turtles stole curious glances at her; she looked like she’d been dragged through hell by her hair.

Don was wigging out about what to do about Charlie. Where the hell was she? Where was Shredder? He wished they could go back into the gym to look for clues, but it was too dangerous - contact with the mutagen would quite likely turn them back into house pets.

Donatello stepped around Leo and bowed to her, “I’m Donatello,” he said politely. “It’s nice to finally meet you. This is my brother Michelangelo,” he said, gesturing to the orange turtle. Mike bowed.

“Just call me Mike or Mikey,” he said. “Michelangelo’s for when I’m in trouble.”

Lisa smiled in spite of herself. Leo looked away - she was very pretty when she smiled.

“And this,” Don said, gesturing to the red turtle, “Is Raphael.” Raphael bowed as well.

“And that,” Don said, pointing to the green stuff that coated the edge of the broken window frame, “is something called mutagen. Don’t ever ever EVER touch it or go near it, or it could turn you into a mutant like us.”

Leo was tired and he hurt everywhere. While Don talked to Lisa, he went to the nearest wall and leaned on it.

“I need to get her back,” Don was saying to Lisa. “She means everything to me and I’d do anything for her. Did Shredder or anyone else say anything about where they might be going? Did you overhear anything?”

Leo slid down the wall to sit down. Michelangelo was at his side in a second. “You okay, bro?” he asked. Don kneeled down next to him and slipped a couple fingers under his shell to feel his pulse and temperature. He was a little warm, but not too bad.

“We need to get this thing out of you,” Mike said, tugging on the ice pick. It was wedged in deep and hard and didn’t budge.

“We left it in in case pulling it out would make me bleed under my shell,” Leo said. “I’m okay... I just need a rest for a minute. I don’t know what Shredder was pumping that fucker up with, but he was much stronger than Bebop and Rocksteady ever were.”

Don got up and grabbed a cork bulletin board off the wall and broke it over his knee. He grabbed a big piece of cork and pulled a small medical kit from his belt. “Mike, get that thing out of him,” he said, giving orders. He chucked the cork to Raphael, who caught it easily. “Make a cork to plug the hole,” he said, kneeling down and opening the kit on the floor. He pulled out some gauze and an antibiotic cream. “Lisa,” he repeated, “Did you hear anything useful?”

“I - I dunno,” she said. “They all spoke in Japanese a lot. I couldn’t understand what they were saying.” She watched as Mike tugged harder on the ice pick. It still wouldn’t budge.

“Do you remember what any of it sounded like?” Leo asked.

“Lie down, bro,” Mike said. Leo moved away from the wall and lay back on his shell. Mike put a foot on his brother’s chest and grabbed the pick with both hands. Raph was using his sais to whittle down the cork.

“Maybe...” she said, thinking. “Do you speak Japanese?”

“We are Japanese - FUCK!” he screamed, as Mike pulled. “It feels like you’re pulling my plastron off!” he gasped, clearly in pain. Mike stepped back to look at the pick - he needed to try a different approach.

“Hold still, bro,” he said. He stood on Leo’s chest with both feet and spat into his hands before grabbing the handle again. “This is probably gonna hurt like a bitch,” he said, apologetically.

Leo sighed and shut his eyes. “Do it, Mikey.” Mike yanked hard three times in quick succession. There was a slight cracking noise and the pick popped out so fast that the orange turtle fell over backwards, his shell hitting the floor with a loud bang.

Leo’s hands were balled into tight fists and there were tears in his eyes. Don looked the wound over carefully. There was a little blood, but it was such a neat wound that it wasn’t too bad.

“You okay, bro?” Mike asked, sitting up.

“Yeah,” Leo hissed, wincing. “Thanks, Mikey.”

“They all said something that sounded like ‘hack-a-boot-shoe’ or something,” Lisa said, shyly. The turtles looked at each other to see if anyone could figure out what she was talking about.

Leonardo hissed again in pain and whacked his palms into the floor while he spat out a string of Japanese words as Don applied the antibiotic cream to the skin under his shell. Lisa didn’t need to speak Japanese to figure out that he’d just cursed a blue streak. The tension in his body was making his muscles bulge and it forced one of the knots that she’d made in his arm bandages open. Lisa knelt down next to him to re-tie it.

“Relax,” she said softly. “You’re making yourself bleed again.” He un-tensed his arm and her gentle fingers ghosted over his exposed skin, re-ting the scraps on her shirt around him.

“Thank you,” he said, lying his head back on the floor while Don continued to work on his chest. Lisa moved to kneel behind him. He was sweating some and his body was trembling a little. She lifted his head and scooted forward so it rested on her knees.

Mike raised his eyebrows at Raph. That was interesting.

“Say the word again, Lisa,” Don said, catching the filed-down plug Raph tossed him.

“Hack-a-boot-shoe?” she guessed, as Don pushed the plug into the hole in Leo’s shell. He tensed again and she put a firm hand on his shoulder to keep him still.

“Was it hakubutsukan?” Leo winced through clenched teeth.

“Aw, fuck, no!” Raph said, shocked. Mike and Don cringed... hakubutshukan? Aw, fuck, indeed.

“I think so!” Lisa said, excitedly, as Don allowed Leo to get up. “What does it mean?”

“Museum,” Don said, offering her a hand to help her up. “It means ‘museum.’”
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