Page 4 Now I was annoyed, scared, and confused. "And who the heck do think you are thinkin' you about to stick a needle in me?" I asked. "I'm Dr. Quease. Dragon Lord's personal scientist." said the weirdo . . . Dr. Quease. "Well, whatever your name is, you ain't stickin' no freakin' needle in me!" I said boldly. "My goodness, what is it with you? You're the feistiest human we've had in here yet." said Dr. Quease. "Y'all ain't never captured a sista have you?" I asked quite matter-of-factly. "No, I guess not." replied Dr. Quease. "Well that's why. We don't play." I said. Dr. Quease sighed and mumbled something about me being a "brat". Then he went over to a table and began picking up this needle. I got nervous and stood up in the cage. There wasn't much room to stand up in, but I took all the room it had. He then squirted a bit of the yellow liquid out of the needle for a little while, then came over to me. "Now hold still." be said. "Oh right, and I'm gonna stand still. You trippin'!" I said, as I shook the cage a bit, making it hard for him to get close. "Now stop that!" he shouted at me as he tried to stick me with the needle. "Aw heck no! You ain't stickin' me with none of that crap!" I said, still shaking the cage. Just then, I shook the cage so that it swung in his direction, and it smacked him in the head with a "Clang!!" sound. I guess there really was a metal plate in his head. Dr. Quease fell on the floor, and so did his needle. The needle broke into a million pieces with liquid all over the floor. He was pretty mad when he got up, and looked at the mess. "Why you little . . . " "Ah ah ah, don't you know you ain't supposed to cuss in front of minors?" I asked him. He made an angry face at me. "Don't you realize what you've just done?! It'll take me another few hours for me to mix another needle full of that stuff!" said Dr. Quease. "You're tellin' me like I care. I'm here tryin' to live!" I said. This guy was more annoying than menacing to me. He was actually sorta dumb in my eyes. He took a deep breath, and sighed. "I'm going to take care of this mess. Don't move." he said, then left the room I guess to get something. "That man acts like I have a choice." I said under my breath as I sat in the cage. I looked around the room for a moment, and noticed a kind of like vent or other that looked like it went more underground than up, like normal ventilation systems. I wondered if it went anywhere near the sewers, but I doubted it. I was about to scream towards it, but that wouldn't do any good. Besides, I have a scream that could make me go deaf! After a while, Dr. Quease caem in and cleaned up the mess. But he didn't come alone. He brought with him this huge dragon who I guessed was Dragon Lord. "See, she's the one who made this mess. Her and her boisterousness." said Dr. Quease after he finished cleaning the mess. Dragon Lord looked at me. "And just what makes you think that breaking one needle will save you from being devoured?" he asked me. "It buys me time." I said. I couldn't really think of anything else to say. I was real nervous about how this guy looked, and sounded. "Master, I think we should just give her a quick blow to the head, and stuff her in a pot!" said a little dragon that sat on Dragon Lord's shoulder. I looked at it, and it looked funny to me. I mean, how could anyone even think of calling that thing a dragon? "What are you looking at little human?" it asked me. "Who you callin' little? You're the one who looks like he could be used as a basketball." I said. "Hmm, seems like tough meat." said Dragon Lord. I gave him a mean look. I didn't like being discussed about like I was just some piece of meat, although that's what this guy saw me as. "Wick, go tenderize her." said Dragon Lord, and with that, he opened my cage door. I backed up against the opposite wall of the cage, keeping as far away as I could from the entrance. They threw the little dragon in there with me, then shut the door. I looked at it, it looked at me for a moment. Then it began attacking me, and bit into my leg. Now I wasn't gonna front on this one, it hurt. I shreiked. Dragon Lord and Dr. Quease laughed. I then got angry, and grabbed the little dragon by its throat, and began choking it. It let go of my leg, leaving teethmarks. After he was sufficiently out of air, I right-hooked him in the face as soon as he began to get up, and I kicked him around a bit, banging him on the cage bars, and choking him some more. Dragon Lord then opened the cage door, and I sent the little guy flying out, and onto the floor. He closed the door, and I sat there, not even winded. "Master . . . help!" said the little dragon, whose name is Wick, I suppose. It's what everyone called him. Dragon Lord picked up his little comrade, and looked at him. "You little idiot! You're supposed to tenderize her! Not get tenderized!" he said. Wick just looked dazed. Dragon Lord turned to me, his eyes glowing red. I jumped in a startled manner. I'd never seen this before, and believe me, in New York you see everything. But this was something I had not seen, and I guessed that the rest of the population of N.Y. hadn't seen it either. "I'll see you, on my plate, in an hour." he said, then left the room. I watched him leave, then sighed. I began feeling that there was really no escape for me. "See, now look what you've done. You went and made him mad." said Dr. Quease. "Oh shutup." I said in a disgusted voice. Dr. Quease looked offended, but I didn't care. He was a weirdo that was workin' for dragons. Why should I care? About an hour later, Dr. Quease finished the liquid, put it in a needle, and was ready to give it another go at injecting me. "Now, you really don't want to get Dragon Lord mad again. So just take your needle like a good girl, so we can feed him." said Dr. Quease as he approached the cage. "Mmm . . . I think not." I said as I stood up in the cage again. "That's the spirit, Andre!" I head a familiar voice say, I quickly looked around, and then noticed Raphael coming out of the vent I had seen earlier. With him was the rest of the Turtle gang. "I'm saved!" I could help but exclaim. "No doubt kid, we're breakin' ya out of this joint." said Raphael as he jimmied the lock to my cage. "Oh no, not you all again!" said Dr. Quease, looking very perturbed by now. "I'll take this." said Donatello as he snatched the needle away from Dr. Quease. THen he threw it down on the floor and it smashed into little pieces. I jumped down out of the cage, and went to the Turtles. "Come on, this way." said Leonardo, and he led me into the vent thing. "See ya, weirdo!" I said as I left the room. "Weirdo, heheh, that's a good one." laughed Mikey as we left. We all scrammed out of there without a fight. I mean, how could there be one? 6 against 1, the odds were not in Quease's favor. As we were traveling out of the basement, we heard Dragon Lord yell, "TURTLES!!" We all laughed a bit at that. I guess they'd just have to find something else for him to eat tonight. We were all soon down in the sewer. "How'd you guys find me?" I asked. "Well, I went out for pizza on your block, and your dad was talkin' to the police about his daughter being missing." said Mikey. "Mikey came back and told us, and we decided to go lookin' for ya." said Raphael. "We finally overheard some dragons talking about some girl they chased on West 32nd street, so we knew it was you." said Leonardo. "Then from there, we went straight to get you." said Venus. "Thanks guys. I woulda been dragon dinner if it weren't for you." i said. "Hey, no problem Andre. You're a cool kid. It's not everyday we meet someone that can accept us for being mutants." said Donatello. I smiled. "Come on, let's get you home." said Leonardo. So we all went to my street. The Turtles watched as I went into the building. Inside, I went to my apartment and came in. My dad was biting his nails and pacing. "Hey dad, give the carpet a rest will ya?" I said as I came in. He looked up. "Andrea!" he exclaimed, and rushed over to me giving me this bear-tight hug. "Hi dad." I said in a strained voice. "Where were you?!" he asked, releasing me from the hug. "Some really weird dudes chased me and almost attacked me. But some . . . friends from around the way helped me out. I'm okay dad, really." I said. "Andrea, I ain't neva lettin' you go out at night alone anymore! Girl, you had a brotha worried like nothin' else!" he said. "Whatever you say dad." I said. My dad looked at me like I was a little crazy; and maybe I was. I mean, I get chased and attacked, and I still act like it was a normal day. I guess livin' in New York does stuff to ya. I laid in bed that night, lookin' up at the stick-on-the-ceiling-glow-in-the-dark stars that I had put up there, and smiled. I was friends with the world's coolest group ever, 5 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. |
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