My Mutation (TMNT FANFIC) [UNDER EDITING]

Chapter 45: Awake Again

It's not cold. 

That's about the first thing I notice when I at last open my eyes. 

It's not cold and, somehow, I've ended up in the sewers. 

With a wince, I slowly sit myself up, scanning my surroundings to try and find any bit of familiarity. But with the curve of the tunnel, the weathering of the bricks it was enough to tell me that I'm not near the turtles home. 

Turtles...

Raph...

Shit. 

With a start I look down at my hands to see what I've done to them. My nails are longer, sharper now, appearing like some fearsome talons. And covering my hands, crawling up my arms were irredescent scales, that were hard to see, but they were definitely there. Though, they didn't seem to cover my scar.

A sense of tension fills my body. A mixture of dread, of horror. The discomfort of knowing I've permamently changed my body.

And I know I did this to myself, that I sought out for exactly this. And I know I went through all the pros and cons of this. 

I knew what was going to happen. 

And yet, seeing part of the outcome, I just... I just don't know how to feel.

I turn back to look at my surroundings, the grim tunnel slick with moisutre, a stream of water running between me and the opposite path. Not knowing whatmore to do, I begin to walk down the path given to me. My mind purposefully quiet as I just focus on what was necesarry; get out of here, get back to the turtles.... Apologise to Raph... Get to the next stage of the plan. All the simple stuff. 

At last I reach a manhole cover, clambering out into a dark and abandoned alleyway. I quietly crept through, glancing around trying to find any landmark to help me.

And then a voice spoke up.

"You can't go back to them."

With a jump I turn around, stumbling a bit as I face Kazuno before me. 

I frown, "Auntie?"

"You can't go back to them, Keisu." She tells me. Her face is impassive, not a hint of emotion on her beautifully sculpted face, her glowing green eyes completely guarded. 

"To the turtles? Why... Why not?"

She simply cocks her head a little to the side and then waves her hand, a shimmering mirror appearing in place. 

"You can't go to them looking like that." She says and once again I'm feeling that tension as I look at the image before me. 

A girl that has blazing blue eyes with slitted pupils, a brown fringe swept to the side with the ends a bright blue that matched the tips of her long hair, as if she dyed it ombre. And unfolded behind  her were a pair of pale blue dragon wings. The culprit of the mostly shredded shirt she is wearing. 

The image holds me in place, I can't really figure out what it is I'm feeling. Dread? Resolve? It's hard to pin point. 

That weird tension then slipped away from me as I properly processed her words and their meaning. I glance to her, frowning. 

"I can't go back to the turtles because of how I look?" I ask. 

Her face doesn't shift a bit as she dismisses the mirror.

"That is one reason," she tells me, "the other is, you are not ready."

"What do you mean?"

"You are not ready for the task at hand and those... Creatures, will do nothing but distract you." Her voice having a slight edge to it. She looks me up and down, taking in my new form and at last she emotes, a look of displeasure molding itself on to her face. "And now, since you have a piece of the dragon attatched to you, we have more work to do."