I’m Working on a Fanfiction!
Hello there! I’ve been sucked deep into the Rise of the TMNT universe and there’s no hope of me returning. I’m working on an extremely self-indulgent fanfiction that may or may not be completed, but I’d love some feedback on what I’ve written! Scene: Claudia (nicknamed “Michan”) a young woman mutated into a Ragamuffin cat, is befriended and taken in by four mutant turtles. Her younger sister journeys to New York to find out what has happened to her missing sibling, only to be mutated herself into a spider and fall into Big Mama’s clutches. Note: Michan possesses a mystic artifact called The Heart of Healing. It’s abilities include being able to heal wounds and illnesses as well as provide a force field to protect wounded comrades. I am aware this character is EXTREMELY self-indulgent. I don’t care. I’m having fun. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “But she hasn’t been kidnapped, my darling little kitty-witty,” the arachnid woman purred. “She came here of her own free will. As a matter of fact, I’ve taken quite a liking to her. Her feisty spirit, her quick wit, her…unique and rather familiar mutation…I’ve grown quite fond of her!”
She draped an elegant arm over Rika’s shoulders.
“I intend to mentor her dear! Bring out the best in her! Make her my protégé, if you will. You really have nothing to fear. She’s in capable hands.”
A low feline growl ending in a hiss erupted from Michan’s throat. Up in the air ducts, the turtles felt their eyes widen. The feral display of anger, so inhuman, was something she had never done in front of them, if at all. Somehow, it seemed appropriate. “You don’t get to mentor my sister.” She hissed, echoes of the growl at the edges of her voice. “Oh, deary dear, why ever not?” Had she not been held in place by the two yokai on either side of her, Michan gave off in her body language the impression she would have stalked around Big Mama as she spoke. Like the cat whose DNA mixed in her blood. “I know someone like you.” Michan continued. “Someone who whispers honeyed words and promises of the moon and the stars. Someone who makes you think one moment that you are safe and loved. And then takes all of that away the moment you disobey, displease, disappoint. Someone who leaves you broken on the kitchen floor sobbing your eyes out knowing you can never win the game.” “Oh? And who might that be, darling?” Michan paused, the fur on the back of her neck standing on end.
“Our mother.” All four of Rika’s eyes sprang open wide. Big Mama could feel the shoulders under her arm tense up strongly, both sets of arms ending in clenched fists. The arachnid girl said nothing, but her teeth were gritted. A nerve had been struck. “My my! So someone has mummy issues, do they?” Big Mama chuckled. “Oh darling-doo, no wonder you don’t want to trust me! I represent everything you fear!” Releasing Rika’s shoulders, she sauntered over to the feline mutant, making almost no sound against the plush carpet in spite of her high heels. “You know sweetling, Rika-darling doesn’t have to be the only one to receive my attentions. In spite of what you may feel, I don’t believe it’s necessary for me to play the role of yet another villain in your life.” She tucked a finger under Michan’s chin, lifting it to meet her eyes. “What do you mean?” “You precious little thing! I’m talking about the Heart of Healing, dear, and your mastery over it!” She leaned in further, booping Michan’s nose with the index finger on her opposite hand. “Think of it, darling. You could become the beloved angel of mercy to thousands of Battle Nexus warriors, each one looking to you for the blessed touch of your mystic healing magic to lift their wounds and restore their spirits. You could literally have your pick of the affections of the mightiest fighters in all the realms!” “You would be beloved, cherished…adored. Appreciated for your talents. Living in comfort, not in hiding.” Big Mama could feel Michan swallow thickly under her fingers. Searching her eyes, the white-haired woman found conflict there. Michan didn’t speak, but seemed to be frozen in place, paralyzed by the choice presented to her. Cherished. Appreciated. Adored. The words echoed over and over again in her mind. The logical part of her brain was screaming in warning at her. This was a trick, a trap, something familiar and dangerous. But the broken child in her desperately wanted in that moment to bury herself in Big Mama’s arms and promise her the world. Michan didn’t register exactly when Donatello had appeared in front of her. Suddenly Big Mama’s fingers were no longer on her chin. The woman had been pushed backwards, nearly stumbling to the richly carpeted floor. The lanky soft-shell stood between Michan and Big Mama, tech-bo brandished. Whirring, sparking and clanking rang out from over a dozen multi-tools that jutted out from it’s point. Most of them looked lethal. “Do NOT listen to her, Michan.��� His voice was steady, but laced with rage. She found herself shivering at the intensity of it. She had become familiar with times when it had dripped sarcasm, groaned and huffed in frustration, barked in anger, and on the rarest of occasions it had softened into gentle affection for his brothers and father. She remembered how quiet it had been that day he had taken her into his lab for the first time, after she had expressed her admiration of his work and creativity. This was new. “She’s going to drain you dry. She’ll work you like an animal, with no rest and no hope of escape. Our Pa-pa had to learn that lesson the hard way. You absolutely cannot bargain with this woman. Like you said about your mother…you can’t win.” Donatello’s words broke through her trauma response and grounded her back into reality. He was right. He was absolutely right. There was no way Big Mama’s words could be sincere. She had a track record. Three other figures dropped from the air ducts. To the left, Raphael’s massive frame appeared, and the snapping turtle had the yokai that had been grabbing her left shoulder slammed bodily over his shoulder and knocked to the ground, unconscious. To the right, an orange chain wrapped the other youkai tightly, causing him to tumble ungracefully to the floor, immobile. Michelangelo met Michan’s eyes, flashing her a cheerful wink and a grin, exposing the small gap in his teeth. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up into Leonardo’s face, the smile there both playful and reassuring. These were her friends. She was not going to face this situation alone. Michan felt the fire return to her belly, and courage flared up where fear had been moments before. She stepped forward, allowing Donatello to remain at her right side, tech-bo at the ready should the worst happen. “Sis…” She began. “I know Big Mama told you I was kidnapped, and mutated against my will. But she’s lying. They found me in an alley, scared and alone and terrified to have someone see me look like this. They took me home. They gave me a room and a place to stay. They became my friends. They became my heroes.” Rika looked to each of the unfamiliar turtles, then to Big Mama, and then back to her. There was conflict in both sets of eyes. It gave Michan hope. “I can’t prove to you that I’m telling the truth. For all you know, I’ve been brainwashed. I don’t know what else Big Mama has tried to tell you to get you on her side, and against theirs. But I can tell you that I love you, that I will not leave you behind, and that whatever choice you make, I’ll be there by your side.” She opened her arms wide, her expression pleading, desperate. “I’m not losing you again.” In an instant, webbing flew across the room, attaching itself to Raphael’s plastron. It was only his ridiculous strength that kept him from being pulled off his feet as Rika used him as an anchor point to propel herself into him. He looked down at her in shock as she pulled the webbing off with a pop and stepped into Michan’s arms, her own four hugging the Ragamuffin tightly. “Sorry, Big Mama.” She turned, giving the stunned woman a wink. “Looks like I’m sticking with them.” “Oh ho ho!” Leonardo crowed. “I like her!” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Please let me know what you think! If I get enough interest i will make this a project and post it up on AO3! Thankies! ~Mod Michan
