TMNT-A Fanfiction

Tally has always grown up with the Turtles she's called family-Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, and Raphael. She promises to protect them, them to protect her. But what if something happens that breaks them apart-and they can't protect each other any more?

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8. Chapter Seven.

        "Sensei? Could-could I talk to you for a second?" I asked cautiously, unsure of what he would say.

       "Yes, Tally. You may. Speak." I was nervous. I wasn't sure how Sensei would respond.

        "I'd-I'd like to learn more. About-about what exactly that girl meant. Who was she?" I held my breath as I waited for Sensei to do-something. A minute passed as he stared at me. Anything-and I literally mean anything-would've been better than this silence. Shouting, talking, exiling, anything.

        "Tally-that girl-from what I can remember, her last  name is O'Neil, and she saved our lives. Her father was working for a man who wanted Mr O'Neil to make mutants in his lab to 'help' New York City, but from my memory the man O'Neil was working for was very frightening indeed, and wasn't happy that things were not going as quickly as he had planned. He brought in a baby, to see if the experiment would be sped up on a human. Her genes were united with an animal, but I am not entirely sure of what-one day, while working in the lab with the younger O'Neil, there was a fire, and she took the rat and turtles-your brothers and I-and released us into the sewers. No one knew what became of the baby girl, until a few months after, she came to us in the sewers, and I raised her with the others. The girl was you." I couldn't take it in.

        "Do the-do the others know about this?" No. Of course they didn't. But they needed to know. "Are you ever going to tell them about it?" I hated the wobble in my voice as I spoke, the way it sounded like I was going to cry. In a way, I suppose I did have a reason to cry.

        "I will tell them when the time is right-which will be very soon. They will eventually start to ask questions, much like you. Now, go rest. You need sleep." Walking out of the room, I didn't stop at my bed-instead, I carried, through to the main tunnel where I pulled the MM out of my pocket. Its wires started to glow, the insides whirring and clicking like a mini watch. Raising its head, it let out a soft squeak and started to waddle up my arm. I laughed at it as it imitated the high pitched voice I'd given it.

        "Right, little guy, you are going to get me some answers-starting with O'Neil. Find her, and tell her that the masked wonders want to see her a day from now at-let's say, the Pizza Parade? MM, find Miss O'Neil and tell her that the survivors want to meet at the Pizza Parade exactly a day from now." I watched the mouse scuttle off, knowing that I'd get the answers I needed.

 

 

 

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