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For whom the bell tolls	By : CSwindle Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 1459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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Notes, Disclaimers, etc: I don’t own the TMNT or Shredder or anyone else in this story, aside from my original character. And she’s only in here to have a villain. I’m not fond of Ocs. I hope I’m forgiven for using one ^.^’’

My first story submitted for public approval. I hope it doesn’t suck.

Oroku Saki welcomed the shadows that enveloped his body, claiming him. He took refuge there, melting into the blackness with ease, making a silent escape into the night. His confident stride carried him swiftly through the complex maze that was the city’s system of back alleyways. Despite his injuries and exhaustion, he betrayed no weaknesses.

He had again been beaten by a foursome of mutated reptiles. At this point in the game, his pride had suffered far more than his body. Frustration built inside of him, turning into rage. Rage which he unleashed upon whoever happened to be convenient. The two victims had been Bebop and Rocksteady as of late. The scientist turned mutant fly, Baxter had been on the receiving end before that.

When he spoke with Krang, he was always quick to point the accusing finger at those under him for his failure. He would never admit to that ego maniacal, bodiless dictator that it was his lack of skill or planning that caused the situation to go awry. To himself, Shredder was able to admit a clear view of the situation. Certain things were assuredly the fault of bumbling minions, however, the ultimate responsibility of the actions of those under him was the fault of the commander. His fault. And there were several instances where he had personally screwed up.

In his own mind, he was willing to accept responsibility for his failure and that was all that mattered to him. He would lie to Krang and scold his minions with a clear conscious. The minions had screwed up after all, and it didn’t matter if their punishment was for that specific error or not. As for Krang…well he most certainly did not feel like he owed him any respect.

Their defeat this time was a painful one. He had managed to take down Michelangelo and Raphael himself. He had almost defeated Leonardo when Raphael managed to recover enough to rejoin the fight. At this point, he had been the only one left standing. Concentrating all effort on their last opponent, victory had been assured for the turtles.

One rib was fractured, causing a sharp pain to flow through him with every step. It wasn’t unbearable, but it registered a level above annoyance. A deep gash was cut into the underside of his arm where he had been unable to avoid the attack of Raphael’s sai.

He had torn off a strip of his cape to make a quick bandage. It was soaked with blood but he hadn’t lost enough for it to be dangerous. All in all the wounds were nothing more than reminders of his failure. More frustration and humiliation assaulted him at the thought of reporting the outcome of tonight’s fight to Krang.

“Hey boss, wait up!” Shredder had to force himself not to wince at the sheer stupidity of his followers.

“Shut up you idiot.” He hissed to Rocksteady. It hardly mattered that he was moving with a ninja’s skill through the back of the city. Rocksteady and Bebop didn’t even know how to spell stealth, much less implement it.

“But, I don’t feel so good.” Rocksteady managed to complain in a harsh whisper this time.

Bebop looked to his friend in concern. During the fight, Leo’s sword had struck a hard blow, cutting through Rocksteady’s tough armored skin and into his mid section, leaving a terrible gash. Shredder had sacrificed the remainder of his cape for his minion’s bandage. Even after dressing the wound himself Shredder was silently concerned that the rhino would not be able to make it back home. He was losing a significant amount of blood as he walked. If not for the bandage, it was very likely that Rocksteady’s intestines would have forced themselves out through the wound.

“I can’t do anything for you here.” Shredder said in an aggravated growl. “So stop your complaining and let’s get back to our temporary headquarters so I can treat you properly.

“How much longer until we get there?” Rocksteady spoke again as they began to move.

“Several hours if you two continue to drag your feet.” Shredder snapped, his annoyance growing.

It became apparent to Shredder how bad the wound was really affecting Rocksteady when he did fall silent. He stole another glance at the two from the corner of his eye. Rocksteady had resigned to look at the ground while keeping a light grip on his side.

Suddenly Shredder stopped, holding an arm out to halt his followers as well.

“Huh….why’re we stopping?” Bebop questioned.

“Because someone’s following us.” Shredder stated as if it were obvious. He didn’t bother looking around into the darkness. Instead he listened.

Whoever they were, they were fairly skilled to be able to conceal themselves until now. The attack came subtly. Shredder picked up the sound of bells. They echoed off the walls of the buildings and resonated. It was impossible to tell from what direction the sound was originating.

Bebop and Rocksteady were affected first. Their animal ability gave them a finer tuned sense of hearing. Both half animals mutants groaned in protest, covering their ears.

“What…what’s goin’ on?” Bebop asked, disoriented. He backed up, smacking into a wall. The two animals were quickly starting to panic as the intensity of the sound grew.

Shredder suppressed a groan and did his best to find the source of the attack. His ears were covered by his helmet and it helped to muffle the sound from reaching him, but not by much.

He forced himself to stay focused. In the background, Bebop and Rocksteady managed to walk into each other and fall to the ground. Rocksteady gave a protesting groan of pain and clutched his side, which began bleeding anew.

Shredder stood, seemingly unaffected. Sickness and disorientation were assaulting him, but he hid it well. The first attack came from behind. He whirled, raising an armored forearm to block the attack. The weapons clattered to the ground just as the attacker leapt down from the rooftops.

A faint outline of his opponent was all he needed. The form in front of him lashed out to kick him in the face. A second before the attack could be completed, Shredder took hold of the foot and used the attacker’s momentum against him swinging in a wide arc. He released him and the attacker continued his journey through the air, slamming hard into a brick wall. The darkness covered the dark red stain left behind as the dead man fell to the ground.

They seemed to rain down upon them now. Bebop stood, disoriented, but trying to fight. He ran for one attacker, trying to grab them and run them into the wall. The attacker leapt over the clumsy attempt, then kicked Bebop, letting him crash into the wall in their stead.

“Ow!” Bebop protested, trying to get his bearings.

The noise increased and Shredder was finding it difficult to stay oriented. Two attacked him at once. He threw his arms out to either side to block the swords coming at him. One attacker tried to take advantage of what he perceived to be an unguarded moment and slice his sword into Shredder’s unprotected stomach.

Shredder rolled backwards, taking hold of both attacker’s arms, bringing all three of them to the ground. The third attacker rushed forward for another attempt. Shredder aimed both captured arms upwards, leaving the third impaled on his comrade’s swords.

Shredder flipped himself into a standing position, ignoring the pain in his ribs, then grabbed the two original attackers, banging their heads together. They dropped, unconscious.

He turned, performing a low sweeping kick. Someone who had thought to attack him from behind found themselves sprawled out across the ground.

Suddenly the symphony swelled to higher levels and his attack faltered. Shredder could not suppress the cry as he fell to all fours. Disorientation overcame his warrior instincts for a moment and he forgot what he was doing. He felt like he was going to be sick. His head swam. Then a terrible fire burned through his side. He cried out again, holding his now broken rib and sank lower to the ground. The intensity of the sound continued to increase. His side flared up with the unbearable pain again and he was felled at last. He landed on the ground with a hard thud, before the hilt of a sword impacted with his skull and he fell unconscious.

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