6AN: well, I'm here with another chapter. Thank you foxstarkiller for your review, you're amazing, seriously. And thank you Muritax for the fave and follow on the story, and for favoriting and following me. That also means a lot. Enjoy this chapter.
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Leo PoV
"Oh, and how do you plan on us escaping?" Leo asked, craning his head from his spot.
"Come a little closer and find out. You're gonna end up breaking it." The beau answered.
"I'd rather not. It might be another trap." He continued to watch her from afar, still trying to catch what she was doing.
"I guess it is your neck." Karai glanced at him then shrugged, turning back to her work.
Her nonchalance was frying his nerves. Though she claimed that she might have done it, Leonardo believed that there was a chance she had nothing to do with it. Somewhere in him went the opposite direction. It believed that she had everything to do with it, and she could not be trusted.
"You know what, Karai?" He paused, waiting for an answer.
She only murmured a yes.
"I will just leave you to it. I don't know what your plan is, but I don't want to get tricked again." He walked over to the bed, plopping down.
Karai gave no answer, the sound of metal hitting metal hitting his ears sharply. Maybe he needed to meditate. Getting in crisscross position, her breathed in deeply, then exhaled. Soon, all noises ceased to exist.
His mind wandered to his brothers. They were probably doing what they normally did on the days that nothing happened. As far as they knew, Leonardo was still out and safe. It wasn't time to worry yet.
The time was coming for them to start. How were they going to get on without him there as leader? They all knew by now that Raphael wasn't a leader, and neither was Michelangelo. Donatello could be one, but he thought to much.
Better yet, how were they going to figure out where he was?
Karai PoV
She boiled with rage. Leo believed that she had something to do with it, which wasn't it. She had no clue that they were following her tonight.
True that she did know some things, but by no means was she responsible for their capture.
She was beyond caring what he thought. He could believe that she had everything to do with it. He could. It didn't bother her.
Karai scraped the metal blade faster against the cold metal bar. He could also get his ass over here and help her. He was just to stupid to get over the fact of what she probably did and help her.
What was he doing? That was the question that had been bothering her. She stood up, cracking her neck. The sound worked its way around the room. Then; silence. She slowly turned around, facing him.
What she saw turned her blood to ice. He was meditating. The part that got her going was that he was being so damn calm.
He was sitting up straight, legs crossed, fingers in the shape of rings. His eyes were closed, and his shoulders rose and fell with every breath he took.
She had to admit, it did suit him. He looked peaceful and serene. A second later, the blade in her hand darted across the room, straight in the middle of his face.
She was surprised when, in the next moment, he dodged it, the metal hitting the wall. It chipped the cement a bit before clattering onto the bed.
"Nice move, blue." She smirked. She was impressed at his keen sense.
"Thanks. Now, would you mind not doing that again?" He snapped, glaring at her with his blue eyes.
She lifted a finger to her chin, as if thinking about it. In that moment, she already had her retort, but decided to drag it out. Then, "only if you help me escape."
He kept his eyes trained on hers, deep in thought. The silence became longer until it almost chilled her nerves.
"Fine. I would like to live." He answered.
"That doesn't mean that I will let you." An ominous voice commented at the foot of the cell.
AN; I'll end it on this note. I will update whenever I have the time. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed. Review on the way out, please.