Foot Prints [Open to all]

Even with the threats that could ultimately claim her life, Lexi wasn't giving in. Sure, she was afraid of what Shredder would do to her if this bitch ratted her out, and she was sure she would, but she wouldn't be the cause of the Turtles' extinction. The blue-clad had something in her. Something trustworthy, and she wasn't going to let him down.

The threats continued, then Tiph chimed in. Instead of playing off what she's said and trying to help Lexi out, she was trying to convince her that bettering herself within the ranks was more important that moral. She glared at the woman that she thought was her friend, but she was proving otherwise. "There are more important things than what others think of you.. it's how you deal with yourself and the choices you make.." She hissed at Tiph and walked away from her. Tiph could pull that innocent card and blame Gabe for joining the gang. But she had just proven her true colors. She belonged in the fucking gang, maybe moreso than anyone else.


At least it seemed that Laz was on her side, but it only got him hurt. Lexi rushed to his side as Mikko headed out, her angered gaze traveling after her. [color=cyan]"Oh, so that's how it is when you don't get your way? You threaten and kill people and turn on your friend? You're a fucking bitch!" She hissed, grabbing the small pistol that was strapped to her thigh, just below the hem of her dress. She wouldn't shoot the woman unless she came back into the house, but that didn't seem to be the case. Now her attention shifted back to Laz and she leaned down to make sure that nothing was broken. "Are you okay?"

Raphael soon found himself in the infamous 'losers' chair, because this was where one of them usually found themselves whenever they got their shells kicked. Now came Leo's lecturing, which earned a massive eye-roll from the bad boy in red. "If we wait for a plan, the whole damn city will be destroyed.." He huffed, and winced ever so slightly when Donnie began cleaning the wounds. Damn, he would definitely be sore in the morning. It seemed that Leo didn't want them going up against Shredder just yet, but he wanted to help the victims? "Earth ta Leo.. if we take care of Shredder now, those bozos will stop dyin'!" Even now, the two oldest would argue. It was also no secret that the bad-ass of the group wasn't a fan of people, but he had proven time and time again that he would help them out, even though it could mean his doom. It was the right thing to do, and like his brothers, Raphael had a deep sense or moral code. Something installed in them by their father's teachings.  




He tried to quiet the pounding in his head that only seemed to grow with everyone's chattering. Mikey was going on about the Hashi, and the skateboard that Donnie had made for him... "Maybe you can make a quieter motor for Mikey's mouth.." He suggested to his brainy-brother. And a silence button for Leo's.  He thought to himself.


When Mikey mentioned the Turtle Titan, Raphael groaned. Not that again.  "I thought you laid Wacko Titan to rest..." It was wishful thinking, really. The Hot-Head spared a glance at the gashes in his arm, and how careful Don was being. Inwardly, he was grateful for that since it hurt like a son of a bitch, but he wanted this over with as quickly as possible. Surely he hadn't heard the last of Leo's lectures and he would need to clear the room before his temper got past the coming back point...

If Mikko would have seen Lexi pull the gun out on her she would have went back in the house. Lucky for everyone Mikko's back was turned. Once she was out on the street she got a cab and headed back to the tower. she would have felt bad for Laz and even Lexi if she understood where they were coming from. But Mikko didn't understand. They were part of the foot they were suppose to do as they were told. How well did Lexi know these turtles anyway? She seemed to be pretty protective of them.

Soon she was at the tower. Once inside she quickly went to her room to change back in uniform. No way was she going to talk to Shredder in her street cloths.

Once changed she headed for Shredder's throne room to see if he was there. She had no idea there was some chick who was trying to prove herself, though once she found out she would be pretty sad that she couldn't beat up the woman.

Mikko gave the massive doors a loud knock and prayed that Karai wasn't in there. The last thing she wanted was to see that woman.

Laz had hit his back pretty hard but he was ok. He sat up and quickly grabbed Lexi's wrist when he saw the gun. Mikko could be a bitch but he didn't want her dead. Yeah, I'm good. Don't worry about she's all bark. That was a lie but he didn't want Lexi to worry.

You should probably go check in on your boy. make sure he's still alive.

Laz stood up and brushed himself off. He then took a seat on the couch. He was ready to get out of the cloths he was in, it was hot and itchy. but he couldn't very well undress in the middle of the living room. He would have to stop by his place to pick up some cloths.

Of course Lexi wouldn't rat out the turtle. She was too nice for her own good. Honestly, Tiphanny was scared for her friend. Lexi was dead. There's was no doubt about it, and if not she would at least be a target. Maybe they shouldn't have let Mikko walk out of there alive. And Ezekiel was no help. She was starting to think that both guys were pretty useless.

Look Lexi, I'm sorry I'm just scared for you. I don't want you to get hurt or worse. You should have gave up the number.

Of course Tiphanny could have just not said anything. But a chance to prove themselves was too good to pass up. Plus, you could be like. the foot hero the one who takes out the enemy.

Lexi was relieved that Laz was okay, but he would surely be sore in the morning. She put the pistol away and helped him to his feet, then walked him over to the couch. She had no intentions of sitting, or sticking around for that matter. Tiph had proven that she wasn't her friend so she had no desire to be in her home. Tiph's 'reasoning' only added to her anger. Her gaze drifted in the woman's direction. "I'm as good as dead because of you." she told the woman, angry tears burning at the backs of her eyes. Despite her best attempts, she couldn't hold them back. She was angry and scared and knew her life was over. "All you had to do was keep your fucking mouth shut.. but no. Moving up in ranks was more important to you. What the Dragons think of you is more important to you." She told her, wiping angrily at her tears.


"You should probably go check in on your boy. make sure he's still alive."


Lexi was half-tempted to just leave without saying anything to Gabriel. Why should she? He probably didn't give a fuck that she would be dead soon. But she knew Gabriel was oblivious to what had happened. If the Foot came busting in and started slaying people.. she wouldn't be able to live with herself. With a nod, she silently went into the bedroom that Gabriel had retreated into and found him passed out on the bed. The streetlights filtering in between the blinds gave her enough light to see the injuries, but right now she had bigger concerns. "Gabe.. wake up. We have to go. Your fuck-buddy's a fucking psycho!"


With a groan, Gabe shifted just enough to look up at her with bloodshot eyes. "Tell me about it..."


Lexi had intended on putting the fear in him about his little session with Mikko, but right now she was too upset to pull it off. "No.. you don't understand. She's going to tell Shredder that I have information on the Turtles...Tiph ratted me out.. ." And she would let that hang in the air. Gabriel was shit-faced, but he knew what that meant. Lexi was dead.


With a sigh, Gabe pushed himself up and pulled her into a hug. At first Lexi resisted, wanting to hit him and shove him away for being so thoughtless earlier, but the comfort was welcomed and she melted into the embrace. "It's gonna be okay, Lex." Okay, so that was a lie if Shredder found out, but no need in her worrying over something they had no control over. [b]"Shreds ain't gonna touch you."[.b]


After a moment, the two headed out of the bedroom and Lexi looked at Laz. "Are you ready?"

There was no sign of Ezekiel, nor had there been during all of this. Perhaps he had stepped out to smoke or make a phone call to his little girl. It would certainly explain his lack of reaction, though Lexi was still irritated that the leader of their little group hadn't been there to protect her.

Well that certenly pissed Tiphanny off. She was trying to help! To get Lexi to be more then a decoy. I was trying to help you! All you had to do was give them the fucking number. Do you want to stay a decoy for the rest of your life? Or would you rather put in some effort and move up in the world? This is not my fault. You did this to yourself. I wouldn't have said anything if i knew you would be so protective over turtles who would like to see us dead. The enemy is more important to you then your own family!

Laz rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. When Lexi came back out with Gabe he grabbed his sword and headed out the apartment with them. He put an arm around Lexi and gave her a squeeze. Shredder isn't going to touch you. I'll make sure of it. You did the right thing.

As angry as Lexi was over Tiph's words, Lexi wouldn't respond. If the woman had any interest in knowing anything about her, she would know that Lexi was only serving as a decoy in exchange for protection from the Turks. She had no desire in getting people killed in order to move up in rank. Tonight just showed how uninterested Tiph was in her, and honestly it hurt like hell. This girl was supposed to be her friend.


The group headed out and Lexi welcomed Laz' embrace. Things were about to get bad for her, and she knew Laz was in the same boat. Soon they were all loaded into the van and that's where Ezekiel was, behind the wheel. Obviously he had gotten a phone call and had stepped out for privacy. Lexi sent a hard glare in his direction. "We have to go. Now." She told the 'leader' and sank into the back seat with Laz. Soon the engine roared to life, sounding less than healthy after having not only a body hit it, but a turtle... then Mikko.


"Take me home. I'm sure this is the last night we'll be friends, because Shredder will order you guys to kill me.. and you'll do it. I won't fight you." She knew it was the end of her little family, and that hurt worse than anything. They would turn on her, and they had to. Otherwise they were also dead. She loved them enough that she was willing to let them do their job, because it would be her life or theirs.

With Mizune out of his hair, Saki finally had a chance to sit back and ponder on current events. It was rare when he could actually hear himself think anymore. The Foot were his, they belonged to him and the criminal organization was his baby. The Japanese branch took themselves more seriously. They were not at all honorable, though they did have this whole 'morality' issue. It weighed them down. Saki cared less about honoring the clan and more about them honoring him.

He sat on his throne and was lost in thought. The turtles... They were his prime targets now. The clan would be sent to deal with them later. Those mutated freaks would soon learn that Foot ninja were deadliest in big numbers. True, they were thoroughly trained and given multiple chances to prove their worth but not every single one of them was capable and competent. Some were good fodder. Others proved to be lethal, taking his lessons to heart and applying his teachings.

That was what he enjoyed most about being 'Master' of the Foot Clan.

Just then, a loud knock caused his eyes to shutter open almost instantly. A sneer began to form on his Oriental features as he gave an irritated sigh. Who was it now? What could they want? Was it that foolish woman again, set to lose her life this time? With a loud and commanding voice, Shredder responded. "Enter!" It was all he needed to say. The Foot usually took this as a sign of him being in a better mood. This had better be worthwhile. Especially since it was one of his, one he had sent out earlier.

"Do not waste my time with folly, ninja. Give me your report. Did you find the turtles?", Shredder asked in a very straightforward manner. No time for games. No time for foolishness.

Hearing Shredder call out to her she entered the room and gave a bow. Her mind was racing a mile a minuet. Up until this point she knew what she was going to tell him. Lexi had the turtles number and wasn't giving it up and Laz was protecting her. But now that she was in the moment the words wouldn't leave her mouth.

It wasn't because Shredder scared her that much, though he did, but because she didn't want to see any of them in danger. She was kicking herself for her weak will.

Finally she spoke. No, Master Shredder. They seemed to have vanished. Word on the street is they travel underground. I think we can fish them all out with some bait. Something televised maybe?

It wasn't good news, she hadn't found the turtles and if Shredder found out she was withholding information she would be dead. Not to mention her chance in moving up the ranks would all but be gone for good. They seem to like saving women especially, maybe we would do better holding a hostage or two.

Mikko did not know this for a fact. But she had seen the turtles help girls and one of them gave up his number to Lexi. it was an educated guess at best. Mikko just felt she needed more to give to Shredder then just saying she had nothing to report.

This news was particularly upsetting. Shredder was not pleased with this failure and would not accept it ever again. He pushed himself up from his throne chair and slowly descended onto ground level where Mikko stood nervously. His helmet had been re-applied to conceal his face from others' prying eyes, despite previous mistakes. He closed any distance that was once between them and stared directly into her eyes as much as her mask would allow. It was a cold, ruthless stare.

"You have failed me, ninja. What punishment would you consider 'proper' for this mistake?", Shredder chillingly asked his loyal Foot soldier. His hands relaxed at his side as he slowly began circling her, hoping she would break. Hoping she would beg for mercy. But Shredder knew better than this. Mikko was one of his most promising ninja and she was no quitter; that was what he appreciated most about her. But did she truly have nothing to report back with? He questioned this in thought.

Shredder stopped right behind her, after his second 'go around' and simply lifted his gaze up to the ceiling of his throne room. "A hostage? That would seem logical, but far too obvious. They would expect that. But perhaps... ", the master paused, once again moving around her but this time facing her once more. "Perhaps they would not expect a specific kind of hostage. A news reporter would normally work best under the circumstances. I'm thinking bigger. Larger! Someone like... You.", he revealed with a grin.

Mikko, without her Foot uniform, would be a rather unusual hostage if done correctly. Shredder was slowly taking her advice into consideration when he had abruptly revealed his true intentions: to use her as the bait. "We shall see how far these freaks can be pushed before they save one of their own enemies without even realizing it! Your suggestion might prove useful, ninja. Good work.", Shredder smirked but it remained concealed behind his metal. Mikko would make for an interesting hostage victim.

Especially if he were to assign fellow Foot ninja to hold her hostage. That way, perhaps it would draw in more than just his Terrapin adversaries. It could potentially expose the traitors from before; Lazarus and the rest of them. Shredder debated whether he should let Mikko live or behead her. But her suggestion could prove worthwhile, after all - unfortunately for her, she would be the bait.

Mikko was expecting the dissapointment. hell she was expecting him to question her more. She did not expect to be used as the bait! When he started to circle her she stood still, tall, and proud. She was scared, yes. But trusted Shredder. He knew where her loyalties stood and that she was good at what she did. least. That's what she thought, now she wasn't so sure.

Mikko was now wishing she hadn't said anything. Had maybe stood out longer and got actual information instead of literally fucking with dragons. But she would just be playing a hostage, right? No harm would actually come to her. No, Shredder wouldn't put her harms way. She was too valuable.

Y...yes, Master. It was all she could get out her mouth. And when was she suppose to play this victim? tonight? tomorrow? She had wanted to call Laz and tell him that Lexi was safe. Would she have the chance to do that.

Am I....free to go for now?

Since Lexi and Laz took the back, Gabriel hopped into the passenger seat, annoyed with the whole situation. If he had known that shit would hit the fan, he wouldn't have retreated to the bedroom to sleep off the hang over, and the injuries that his bad choice had earned him. He would have been there to deal with Mikko, and her threats would have earned her a bullet to the head.  Problem solved. Sure, Gabe hated killing, but he also wasn't a fan of being ordered to kill his own 'family', and he knew that was going to happen.


"Take me home. I'm sure this is the last night we'll be friends, because Shredder will order you guys to kill me.. and you'll do it. I won't fight you."


Lexi wasn't dumb. She knew what would happen. He fucking hated this situation they were currently in. Maybe Lexi should have just given up the information, but he knew that his ex didn't need to hear that right now. Tiph should have kept her fucking mouth shut. But it was too late for any of that.


"No.. it's not gonna come to that." Gabriel told her, pulling a clean shirt out of the glove compartment and slid it onto his bloodied and bruised body. "And if it does.." Which, deep down he knew it would. "You will fuckin' fight..and we'll be fightin' for you.." He knew it was a bold statement, especially with Ezekiel, the small group's leader in the van. But he was hoping that family ties would prove stronger than his loyalty to the gang.

Laz felt horrible for all of this. He couldn't believe Mikko would do such a thing, well...that was a lie he could believe it. Mikko was all about working for the Foot and her goals were clear, to move up in ranks. He was pretty sure she would do anything to achive that goal. He laid a hand on Lexi's knee and gave it a squeeze.

I will do everything I can to protect you. I promise.

He meant what he said, but wasn't sure how well he could actually protect her from gangs and the foot. He would try though, after all he had spent this long protecting her he wasn't going to stop now just because it was no longer his job.

Still there was a part of him that was wondering if he could fix all of this. make it up to shredder, but did he want to? It was just too much going on. He needed to sleep on it.

Deep down, Lexi knew that would be Gabriel's answer. She knew he would come through for her, she just wished that he wouldn't put himself in danger like that. Ezekiel was being quiet about all this, obviously conflicted. Or maybe he had something else on his mind. Whatever it was, his silence worried her.


Laz was also offering her his protection, and that managed to earn a hint of a grin. God, how she just wanted to melt against him, to seek comfort in his arms, but she hardly knew him, and surely he didn't want some strange chick all over him. Still, his reassuring knee-squeeze was a welcomed gesture.. it just fell short of what she needed.


Soon Ezekiel pulled up to Lexi's apartment and stopped the van long enough for them to climb out. It seemed that he wouldn't be staying, and that caused Lexi to worry. Gabriel however was quick to hop out of the van, and looked back at his brother. "You stayin', Eze?" The thug asked, receiving a short reply from Eze that he had stuff to deal with back home. With a shrug, Gabriel closed the door and waited for Lexi and Laz to step out.


"Don't worry.. I ain't gonna crash on yer date, just.. you know.. wanna be here if shit goes down." Gabriel told the two.


It wasn't a date. Lexi was just giving Laz a place to stay, but her emotions prevented her from explaining that to Gabe. "Thank you." She told her ex, and walked with them to the small apartment's door, and let them both inside. "We need to take care of those wounds." She told them as she opened up the door for them.


The place was small, and even though the complex itself was a little ran down, Lexi kept it looking nice inside. The cozy little place had two rooms and a small kitchen. The walls painted in a beautiful shade of purple and trimmed in black. Her favorite colors, and it had nothing to do with the fact that those were the Dragons colors. Black curtains hung over the windows, and a purple based lava lamp set on the small end table close to the door. "Make yourself at home." She told Laz, knowing that Gabriel would need no such invite. Even after their break up, the curly-haired thug had crashed here on several occasions.

Shredder found himself curious of Mikko's loyalties. He was well aware that she has friends with the traitorous ones who chose to abandon the clan and his cause. Mikko wasn't going to fool anybody. Shredder felt betrayed by them all. They had betrayed his friendship, his trust and his honor by turning their backs on him. He would repay them in kind for that. It surprised him how his own loyal Foot ninja had nothing to report on the freaks. Though underground, was she afraid to walk through the tunnels?

Am I....free to go for now?

Oh, Mikko. She was such a valued soldier in his ever-increasing army. But could she be trusted? Probably not. Then again, Shredder felt as if he had little to no evidence to prove his theories about her allegiance. Maybe it was all in his mind. Smirking, Shredder turned to glance over at Mikko. "Of course. Go on.", he approved. Shredder knew that someone, somewhere, was trying to play him for a fool. That was most unwise. After all, Shredder was not above killing to obtain that which he most desires.

His clan would be wise to remember that. Perhaps Lazarus and the brunette whore would try and sway Mikko from staying loyal to his cause. But Lazarus wasn't that stupid. He certainly wasn't intelligent, considering what he'd done, but even Shredder knew that the man was one of his top soldiers; once upon a time. Mikko would have to prove her loyalty to him by playing the hostage. He did not tell her when because he wanted her to sweat on it a little. Get nervous. Get afraid.

Only time will tell who is friend... and who is foe. Shredder will not be toyed with.

At this moment, Mizune is still putting up a good fight. The Foot soldiers had been swarming her, but each time she managed to deflect their attacks, all the while being extra careful not to kill them. She doubt that Shredder cared much for their lives. After all, they were risking their necks to serve him. After a few minutes, she thought it was time to use a different technique. It requires a lot of stealth and sneakiness, although it required a small space fit enough for her to squeeze in. Here, she just wait and then, pounce.

One unlucky Foot soldier fell for trick. She struck her arm which send him flying several feet. The brawl grew more vicious every single minute. After the last Foot soldier is down, Junko fell to her knees. Heart pounding painfully against her chest, beads of sweat pouring down her face, ruining the makeup. Her hair that was once neatly brushed is now a mess. Fishing for a tissue, she wiped her face. There was no point complaining, it wasn't as though looks are important, but in this job, looks do, sadly, count.

Grabbing a Foot soldier by his collar she hissed, Tell your master that I am still alive. I'm sure he would be disappointed. Oh, well, he'll deal with it."

The Foot soldier watched as Mizune fell to her knees, coughing and breathing heavily. Nodding, he reluctantly walked down the hall towards Shredder's throne room. The only thing he could say about this report is the martial arts style Mizune used. He also wanted to warn Shredder that the kunoichi shouldn't be trusted. Her techniques were dishonest, sneaky, ruthless, yet graceful at the same time. It made him think of a snake for some reason.

He knocked at the front door and waited until he was given the word.

Raphael Hamato wrote:

Raphael soon found himself in the infamous 'losers' chair, because this was where one of them usually found themselves whenever they got their shells kicked. Now came Leo's lecturing, which earned a massive eye-roll from the bad boy in red. "If we wait for a plan, the whole damn city will be destroyed.." He huffed, and winced ever so slightly when Donnie began cleaning the wounds. Damn, he would definitely be sore in the morning. It seemed that Leo didn't want them going up against Shredder just yet, but he wanted to help the victims? "Earth ta Leo.. if we take care of Shredder now, those bozos will stop dyin'!" Even now, the two oldest would argue. It was also no secret that the bad-ass of the group wasn't a fan of people, but he had proven time and time again that he would help them out, even though it could mean his doom. It was the right thing to do, and like his brothers, Raphael had a deep sense or moral code. Something installed in them by their father's teachings.  




He tried to quiet the pounding in his head that only seemed to grow with everyone's chattering. Mikey was going on about the Hashi, and the skateboard that Donnie had made for him... "Maybe you can make a quieter motor for Mikey's mouth.." He suggested to his brainy-brother. And a silence button for Leo's.  He thought to himself.


When Mikey mentioned the Turtle Titan, Raphael groaned. Not that again.  "I thought you laid Wacko Titan to rest..." It was wishful thinking, really. The Hot-Head spared a glance at the gashes in his arm, and how careful Don was being. Inwardly, he was grateful for that since it hurt like a son of a bitch, but he wanted this over with as quickly as possible. Surely he hadn't heard the last of Leo's lectures and he would need to clear the room before his temper got past the coming back point...

Michelangelo corrected him irritably, "Its Turtle Titan." He also ignored the jibe about keeping his motor shut. He was used to his brother's insults by now. "Turtle Titan would never rest as long as evil is around." He added the last bit with dramatic effect, although his brothers were far from impressed. They know that it will end in disaster. The last time Mikey wore the Turtle Titan, he had nearly revealed himself to the world. Since then, Master Splinter told him that while it is okay to play super hero, he has to keep it quiet and lock up his ridiculous costume.

They know that if Mike started walking around New York Streets dressed as his alter ego, they were bound to get caught. Mikey continued rambling on and on, ignoring the eye rolls coming from his brother, "Don could be like the guy who does all of the tech stuff, Raph could be my sidekick, Leo can be the mysterious guy that nobody ever sees and hands out the missions just like in Charlie's Angels..." He rambled on and on excitedly, completely forgetting about Shredder for just a few seconds.

Mikko always thought of herself as loyal. A heartless killer with not a soft spot for anyone. Turns out she was wrong about herself and Shredder could some how sense that. She would pay for not telling Shredder the whole truth, hopefully she wouldn't be harmed during this hostage mission. When Shredder told her she could leave she gave a bow and quickly rushed out the room. She had left the room alive, Some where not always so lucky.

Mikko went back to her room wondering when this hostage plan would happen. She was worried about it, Worried how far Shredder would take it. Of course he had to make it look good for the turtles to come rushing to her rescue. But what would he do? She would be driving herself crazy thinking of the worse.

She pulled her mask off her head and laid on her bed. She then grabbed her phone and dialed Laz's number. May as well let him know what was going on so Lexi wouldn't have to worry.

Laz was quick to answer and she could tell in his voice that he was mad with her. Well she wasn't too happy with him either. I didn't tell him. Lexi is safe. She told him

Laz smiled at that and gave Lexi a thumbs up. Thank you, Mikko. You did the right thing.

Mikko scoffed at that. Says you. She wouldn't tell him about the plan to use her as bait. He didn't need to know. I'm going to get some rest now, I'll talk to you later. She hung up the phone and tossed it on the night stand. She then started to strip out of her costume. May as well get some rest. Never knew what would happen in the next hour or so.

Laz hung up the phone and looked over at Lexi. She didn't rat you out. You are safe no one knows. he told her as he headed inside and took a seat on the couch. The place was nice and cozy, he leaned back on the couch and watched Lexi and Gabe. Next time you are with Mikko wear armor he teased.

So, Mikko hadn't told Shredder that she had withheld information? Could they really trust Mikko to tell the truth? Laz certainly thought so, so she wouldn't question it.. not right now, anyway. Right now she needed to get Gabriel's wounds treated. It seemed that Gabe had other plans and was heading off to the back bedroom, but Lexi was quick to grab him by the hood of his hoodie, then shoved him into the recliner.


"Not so fast." She told him, giving him another shove when he once again tried to get up. "That's going to get infected and scar if I don't take care of it.' Because she knew Gabe wouldn't take care of it. He had neglected a gunshot wound once before and if he would let something like that slide, this would certainly go untreated. Gabriel sighed deeply, all he wanted to do was sleep off this fucking night, but whatever. With a groan, he sunk back into the chair and waited as she rushed off to get the first aid kit. While she was away, Gabe's bloodshot gaze drifted to Laz.


"So, you two hookin' up?" The curly-haired thug asked, but there would be no time to receive an answer. Lexi was back with the first aid kit and after stripping him of his hoodie, quickly got to work cleaning and bandaging the wounds. The bite to his neck caused the most concern, considering its location.  She carefully dabbed away the blood and gently slapped a fresh bandage over it. Hearing Laz' comment, Gabriel snorted. "Pfft. There ain't gonna be a next time." He told Laz.


"There better not be." Lexi threatened as she finished cleaning the wounds. "You saw what she did to her best friend. She's crazy, Gabe." But Lexi was preaching to the choir. "You need to stop fucking anything that throws itself at you. You're going to end up getting AIDS or some horrible STD, then no one will touch you..." She warned.


Of course this was all stuff that Gabriel had thought of, and deep down it did scare him, but how else was he supposed to get 'affection'? His insecurities made relationships impossible. "Well, we all have to die somehow.." Gabe shrugged as he pushed himself up out of the recliner and grabbed his hoodie. "I ain't stupid, Lex. Think about it. I don't have some huge future ahead of me anyway..If I live five more years, I'm doin' good..." Lexi opened her mouth to interject, but he quickly added. "I'm goin' to bed. You two have fun." With that, he disappeared into the back bedroom, closing the door behind him.  


Lexi sighed as she began to pack up the medical kit, giving Laz an apologetic look. "Sorry about that. Gabriel becomes a little Emo when he's drunk." She shook her head. "I swear sometimes I feel like I'm his mother and not his ex." After placing the kit on the coffee table, she took a seat beside him on the couch.


"I have to go get his dog. I'm sure the poor thing is locked up in his house." She told him, eyeing the uniform that Laz was still wearing. "If you want, I can take you to your place and you can grab some clothes? That uniform looks really itchy..."

Don continued working on Raph's shoulder, trying to ignore his brothers' chattering.  When Mike mentioned Turtle Titan, Don sighed and rolled his eyes.  "No," was his simple answer.  He remembered full well what had happened the last time Mike put on that ridiculous disguise.  It almost didn't end well with him nearly blowing it and revealing their entire existence to the outside world.  They all had to lie low for a while after that.

Don shook his head, trying to focus on his task again.  By now he had cleaned up the shoulder and now he was stitching up Raph's arm.  Mike kept going on and on about his super alter ego and it wasn't helping with Don trying to concentrate.  True, he could do this sort of thing in his sleep by now, because he had done this so many times over the years.  He was still grateful that this time wasn't too bad.

Don had about the same idea about finding a quieter motor to 'mute' his little brother and his crazy ideas, chuckling softly at Raph's suggestion.  "I don't really think there is anything out there that would even come remotely close," he teased lightly, shaking his head.  Having Raph's shoulder cleaned, stitched up, and now bandaged, Raph was free to go.  Now it was time to look over Leo.

"Okay, Leo...your turn."

Leo didn't say anything about Mike's little super hero fantasy. He was sure Mike wouldn't really take that horrible costume out and parade around the city in it. He was sitting in Don's lab watching him work on Raph. It seemed Raph would be ok. He got lucky this time things could have been worse. He wouldn't say anything more on the subject though, he didn't think his brother would listen to him anyway. They needed Master Splinter to knock some sense into him.

When Don turned to him Leo shook his head. I'm fine Don. He told his brother. Though he knew that Don would check him over anyway. Leo had a small scratch on his cheek and that was it. It was hardly even bleeding.

We need to talk to Master Splinter about what's going on.

Laz felt bad for Gabe. Hooking up with Mikko was not always a good experience. He had heard the stories. Though the guys said that the second tine around was always less painful. Maybe it was Mikko's way of seeing if the guy would stick it out with her. When Lexi mentioned leaving to pick up a dog he stood up.

If you don't mind, I would like to get out of this thing and pick up some cloths. Maybe grab some food.

He smiled sweetly at her. It was obvious she still cared about her ex. You are sweet to him. I have a feeling he's only alive because of you. You have a motherly air about you. and I mean that in a good way. It's kind and warm. I like it.

It was really too bad that Donnie couldn't make a silent motor for Mikey's mouth, but there was always another option... "Well, I do have duct tape you know.." He suggested to his brainy brother, but had a feeling that taping the little yapper's mouth shut wasn't an option. Too bad, he thought. And as if to fuel his thoughts, Mikey started rattling on and on about Turtle Titan, and how he should be his sidekick. That earned an amused snort from the Bad-Boy. Donnie had finished up his patch job and Raph pushed himself up from the chair, rolling his eyes at Mikey.


"Funny, Mikey. But we all know yer the sidekick. Yer Robin." He teased, really wishing that his little bro would give up the whole Turtle Titan idea. He was going to end up getting himself into hot water with that mess. "Costume or not, yer not goin' up there until we figure out what the hell's goin' on." Because the streets were a war zone, and the last thing any of them needed was to get caught and carted away to some lab.


Raph stretched his injured shoulder, testing to see if the bandages and stitches would hold up with his mobility, and luckily enough they did. Otherwise it would have been back to the chair and surely Donnie would be thrilled with that. When Donnie called Leo to be next, Raph smirked and shoved his brother into the chair. If he had to sit in the losers throne, then so did Leo. "Jus' get it over with, Leo. Suck it up, buttercup." Raphael snorted, then headed off into the den.The thought of calling it a night did cross his mind, but the red-clad turtle was something of a night owl. Maybe a horror movie marathon was in order.

Mikey pouted, [color=#ff9933]"Have a heart, guys. So I nearly blew our cover once..."color] He tried to recall the disaster. Mikey pranced around with his costume, went against Splinter's orders, tripped, falling into the cans, spooking a random guy that just so happened to have been walking over that direction, and his mask was off. "But I promise I won't do it again. You just need to give him...I mean me...a chance." It seems like no one was listening any more. Nobody around here took him seriously.

"C'mon, Batman. Aren't you tired of just sitting around here doing nothing? Maybe if you are lucky you'll get to meet your future Catwoman!" Mikey sighed as he watched his brothers back. He followed him to the room. No doubt his brother is going to go through another horror movie night marathon. Mikey never particularly cared for horror movies, they never scared him. It was a little too graphic for his tastes. Besides, he can torture Raph by using his fear of spiders against him if he tried using the movies to scare him again.