Through a Wolf's Eyes

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     While Donnie and the others set up a room, I was left in the lab with a blanket and pillow to huddle with. In the meantime, I looked around and got lost in my own thoughts. I didn't want to snoop and get in trouble and honestly, I had more serious matters to concern myself with. Would I ever be able to get home? How was mom doing? Was she okay? Anything that could distract me from the cheese grater was a welcomed one.

     Donnie came to get me when the room was done. Leo and Raph had dragged Mikey on patrol so that I could get to my room without potentially getting tackled. After showing me where everything was and where the bathroom was located, I was allowed to have the room to myself and get comfortable.

     I couldn't sleep that night. It felt too good to be true that I was underground and safe. Somehow, after all this time and so many near death experiences, I was alive and out of harm's way. I was in the home of my most beloved heroes. I was away from the enemy. Finally, I don't know how, but I could finally believe I was safe.

     The few times I managed to fall asleep, I kept dreaming of Dogpound breaking down the door to get me. A couple of other times I was back in the throne room with blades to my throat or in the hands of the Kraang, desperately trying to reach for my mother. While awake, I could hear the turtles making noise and their movements.

     For a while, I could hear Space Heroes playing and Leo either quoting the show or getting into the story of knock off Star Trek. Raph spent a while grunting, I assumed attacking a punching bag according to the weird noises and chains coming from the living room. Mikey was playing video games and Donatello spent most of the night in the lab welding metal. That bothered my eardrums. Master Splinter was the only quiet one.

     Later that morning, I was half awake when there was a knock on my door. Groggy, I went to answer it when the knocking got faster. There stood Michelangelo with wide eyes. I was shocked to see the youngest brother in front of me. Also, not going to lie, I was a little nervous. As much as I loved the hyper, pizza fanatic, I wasn't entirely sure I could handle his energy. He was too...much. I loved him, character wise, but I was currently in a state where I couldn't handle much excitement. Better yet, if he scared me by mistake, I didn't want to accidentally hurt him.

     "Yo," Mikey whispered, "Don't tell my brothers I'm here. They told me not to bother you, but you're like super adorable! I couldn't wait any longer! Hi, I'm Mikey!"

     I looked around, hoping Donatello would be around the corner to help me translate, but he was nowhere in sight. Mikey smiled even more as every second passed until he was grinning.

     "No need to look for my brother, Dudette! You see, I, Michelangelo, am a master at reading lips." He was wiggling his fingers to add dramatic effects, "I got you! Hit me with your best shot!"

     I blinked, doubtful. Michelangelo, the notorious shell-for-brains, could lip read? It didn't exactly make sense considering he could barely stay focused on his own ninjutsu training. But, I didn't have any kind of pen and paper to write on for communication. So, without much of a choice, I decided to give it a go.

     "Hi, Mikey." It felt so weird to mouth a conversation, "My name is Alexis, but you can call me Alex."

     "Aww! Alex is such a cute name!"

     ...

     What?

     "You understand me?" This was a situation I never thought I'd be in. Then again, the longer I was here, the more surprises I found.

     "Of course I do, Brah!" The youngest brother made an impressive spin and pointed finger guns at me, "I told you I'm a master at reading lips!"

     A new turtle interjected, "Mikey, you shell for brains! We told you not to go over-"