The Final Episode (TMNT 1987)

Floral Monologue

(Lotus Blossom)

It was late at night, the wind was howling up on the rooftops and the moon was shinning it's peaceful glow onto the city.

Was it just me or did the sky have somewhat of a reddish tint?

I have missed New York. Almost nothing can compare to it's stunning beauty, especially at night.

Yes, the noise can be quite frustrating but amongst all the chaos... I can find, peace.

But not tonight.

I turn away from the sight my eyes once held and walk over to a rooftop wall.

There I leaned up against it before sighing.

My thoughts tangling themselves into a giant mess over two things.

My job...

So much money, why does my own greed always torment me so?"

And...

A certain green friend...

Why Leonardo... Why?

Why do you have to make my job so difficult.

It was simple, any villain wouldn't even bat an eye before calling Lord Dregg and telling him everything.

The lair location, the turtles plans, and hey I could probably even get a bonus if I told him about Krang.

A chill passed over me at the thought of his murder, or well just the word murder.

Neither Shredder or Krang were ever genuinely nice to me, in fact they used me at every opportunity. But I never wished death upon the small alien. Pain and hardship yes, but not death.

Death was not something that happened on this show, nobody ever died.

A flash back played in my mind, Dregg was the first person to specifically say "Kill" the turtles, Shredder and the rest of us villains always said "destroy" or "get rid of"

Brushing those thoughts away, my mind returned to Leonardo.

Why do I still have this attraction for you?

I was so young when we first met, a few weeks shy of my 18th birthday when a metal clad man and his pink slug partner offered me a job.

I'm not saying it's a bad attraction, but it would make my job so much more easier if I just... Didn't have feelings for you.

But I do have feelings for him... Strong ones. And now they're stronger than ever before.

Just by thinking of those feels my cheeks began to flush. And a pleasant feeling graced my lips.

I gasped and drew my hand close to them, hovering over them.

It's as if he were just here and we embraced once more.

Ugh!!! Why!

I closed my eyes tight and smashed my hand into the concrete roof.

Trying to drown out my inner confusion with external pain.

These feelings are confusing me, having me make poor judgment.

I have a job, my money. I have to stay loyal.

Poor judgement is going to make me actually poor! If word got out that I botched up a job, no respectable criminal would ever offer me work ever again!

Things would never work out between me and Leonardo anyways...

Or could they?

I shook me head back and forth to try and get rid of the idea.