Are You Sure I'm Not A Villain?

05

Leo quickly jumped into action, tossing a board in front of the knife, cutting it off from hitting Donnie's face. The board and knife clattered to the floor off to the side. Donnie sighed in relief.

"Welp," the boy said. "Might as well come up with a huge baddie moment where everyone suddenly becomes free and all fights as one."

The chains suddenly popped off of the four and the boy slapped his forehead. "I really should stop talking."

"How did you do that?" April asked.

The boy tossed a knife casually at April's head. April ducked out of the way before the knife implanted itself in her eye socket. The knife stuck in the wall behind her.

"None of your business," the boy responded.

"So you do admit that you had something to do with us escaping your chains just now?" Donnie asked.

"Right to remain silent."

"That makes you sound even more guilty," Donnie interjected.

The boy threw another knife at the purple turtle's head.

"Where are you getting these knives?" Raph shouted.

"Are you Mary Poppins?" Mikey questioned.

"No." The boy threw a knife at Mikey's head, barely brushing the top of his skull. A thin line of blood ran down the side of Mikey's face.

The five heroes stood, gaping at the boy, silent. How dare he, the son of their greatest enemy, have the audacity to try and kill Mikey? Nobody hurt Mikey!

It all happened at once. They all had the same idea. Attack. Soon enough, the boy was pinned to the floor, a bored look on his face. His hands tied behind him with the same chains used on Mikey, April, Donnie, and Raph. 

The fight was fast. It actually seemed like the boy wanted to be captured. The turtles had seen his fighting techniques and how skilled he was; there was no way that he lost that easily to the turtles and April. 

 April was nursing a cut on her arm from a sword that the boy had stolen from Leo. Leo was standing in front of the boy, a few feet away. Donatello had pried off the metal mask that was formed to the boy and scanned his face once again. He was searching online databases for everything about him. Raph was leaning against wooden crates, staring intently at the boy on the ground, a fresh bruise slowly turning purple on his cheek.

And Mikey was looking through junk around the school basement.

They were waiting until nightfall before moving the boy somewhere more secure. Like a prison. Maybe that was a little too dramatic. Afterall, the turtles had no evidence about his actions. Maybe they would bring him to their lair.

Maybe not. That would be a little stupid, wouldn't it?

Donnie groaned as he put his T-phone away. "I can't find anything on him," he said. "It's like he never existed."

"He won't answer any questions, either," Raph said.

"Dude, he hasn't spoken in an hour! What makes you think he'll ever talk again?" Mikey said from his pile of hockey gear that he was sorting through. He eventually became so bored that he was organizing the gear based on how bad they smelt.

Yes, he was smelling them.

April finished wrapping her wound some time ago and walked over to Leo. "Who is he? I mean, really."

Leo sighed. "We don't know."

"All we know is that he is dangerous, has hurt many of us, and is the son of Shredder," Donnie interrupted.

"And he's still in high school," April remembered.

"Does he go to your high school?" Donnie asked.

"Maybe," April said. "He's down here, after all. But if he doesn't even exist in government files, why would he appear in the school's?" April put her chin in her fist, thinking hard. "Someone obviously tried very hard to hide him from everyone. Besides I would remember if I had seen him at school." She paused. "I'll ask Casey if he has seen him before."

"Sounds good," Leo said, nodding at the plan.

He got up from his position next to Raph and walked over to the boy. Like before, he did not seem at all bothered by the fact that he was now the one in chains.

"What is going on?" Leo asked. "How did you control those chains?"

The boy only smiled a sadistic, sinister smile before chuckling quietly. "This is so cliché," he muttered.

"What?" Donnie said, taken aback by what he said. The boy hadn't spoken in hours and this is the first thing he had said.

"Cliché," he responded. "Noun. A trite or overused expression or idea. It can also mean a person or character whose behavior is predictable or superficial."

"Did you just quote the dictionary?" April asked suspiciously.

But the boy chose to remain silent. He flipped onto his back so that he was staring at the ceiling and sat up. Without using his hands he stood up and sat on one of the crates, his bones popping from not being in use for several hours. With a flick of his hands, the chains unraveled themselves from his wrists and ankles, piling at his feet.

"Rule one," the boy said. "Don't watch the mouth. Watch the hands." He did jazz-hands to annunciate his sentence. 

"You didn't really think I was that helpless, did you?" He looked around at the shocked expressions of the turtles and April. "Oh, seriously? You did? I would have expected more from Hamato Yoshi's students," the boy continued. "Now. You guys are going to let me walk out of here, alive, so that I may possibly kill you in the furture, yeah?"

"If you think that we are gonna–" Raph stalked toward the boy but was cut off by his entire body freezing. The others could move either. 

It was like whatever the boy said came true.

He walked towards Leo and took a knife from inside his shirt. He traced the knife along the turtle's shell as he walked past and out of the basement, leaving a long, jagged scratch.

The turtles unfroze and looked around at each other.

"We are just gonna let him leave?" Raph shouted.

"We have to see where he is going!" Donnie exclaimed. He ran towards the stairs. "Quick! We can't lose him!"

The five heroes ran out of the basement and through the empty hallways of the school. Luckily, it was dark out and no one was at the school.