When You Get Revenge

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Leo
The idea for the perfect revenge came a week later, after watching Leo watch Space Heroes. Luckily for you, he was too distracted to catch on to what you were doing.
"Hey Leo, all your Space Hero stuff is in your room, right?" You asked.
"Yeah, but don't move them much. I don't want Captain Ryan to break." Leo said, distracted by the TV.
An hour later, you had successfully moved all of his Space Hero stuff to your closet, and then hiding it carefully under dirty laundry. Then you went back to the lair. Leo was freaking out, running around the lair like an idiot, before he caught sight of your amused face.
"Y/n, all my Space Hero stuff disappeared!" Leo freaked, running it to you.
"Yeah, I know. I just got 1,000 dollars for the lot. They're worth so much!" You exclaimed happily.
"You sold them?! Y/n, those were valuables!" Leo yelled. But then he saw the huge grin on your face.
"You suck." He pouted.
"And you swallow." You said, grinning.

Raph
You were spying on your target, who was laying in his hammock, reading a Modern Ninja magazine. Yes, you were in the rafters of the roof, and yes, you had a large bag in your hand.
It had taken you almost two weeks to get all the cockroaches that you needed, but now you had over three hundred alive in your bag.
"Dun." You whispered. Raph looked around his room once, then returned to his magazine.
"Dun dun." You whispered. Raph looked around in suspicion.
"DUN DUN DUN DUN!!" You chanted the Jaws theme, and upended the bag of roaches, watching as they hit Raph in the head.
"AH!!" Raph squealed, doing perhaps the best sounding little girl voice that you have ever heard. In seconds, the roaches were swarming all over him, and Raph went ballistic, jumping up and slamming into walls.
You jumped down, a can of Raid in your hand, and started spraying everywhere. Within minutes they were all dead, and Raph was looking at you with murder on his mind.
"Karma's a bitch." You said, walking casually out the door.

Donnie
You applied the rest of the blood makeup, and checked the knife handle that was strapped to your stomach, making sure it was showing through your torn shirt. You now successfully looked like you had been stabbed by the Purple Dragons.
Luckily for you, Donnie had forgotten that you were looking for any possibility for revenge, and you had finally found one. He had mentioned that they were going to be stopping in the alley underneath your window, if she wanted to say goodnight to him.
You carefully made your way downstairs, careful not to touch any walls, and then used your fake blood to dribble a blood trail once you were in the alley. You laid down, and poured the entire bottle out, before hiding it in your coat pocket. Now you were laying a fake, but very realistic looking, pool of blood, and were ghostly white, the knife in your stomach blatantly obvious.
Hearing the turtle's voices up ahead, you laid down, and closed your eyes, and started breathing the way you had been practicing: short and shallow, without your stomach or chest moving. Anybody not knowing anything would think that you were inches from death.
"Wait, Donnie, is that-"
"Y/N!" There were running footsteps, and then you felt Donnie's fingers running across your stomach to the handle.
"Do you want me to take it out?" Raph asked.
"No, that'll make the bleeding worse." Donnie said frantically, feeling around on your neck and wrist for a pulse.
"Y/n, y/n, can you hear me?!" He asked, putting a finger under your nose to check for a breath.
"D-Donnie?" You whispered very faintly.
"Yes?" Donnie almost sobbed with relief at hearing your voice.
"It's time...for me to leave now. I can see...the angels...opening the gate." You said, and the held your breath, pretending to be dead.
"Y/n!" Donnie sobbed. You grabbed his hand, opening your eyes.
"Actually, I'm feeling much better." You said in a normal voice, a wicked grin on your face.
"You're terrible!" Donnie cried, as his brothers started to laugh.

Mikey
The idea for revenge had come to you when you had been taking a shower the other night. You had seen it on YouTube, and it was fairly old enough, that Mikey wouldn't know the trick.
"Hey Mikey, come here, I found a new game for you to try." You called out to him the next day, the maze game pulled up on his computer. He came bounding into the room, a smile on his face.
"What is it? Can I try?" He asked, sitting down and taking the computer from your hands.
"Yeah. It's a maze, and if you win, then you get a prize." You said, a wicked grin on your face. Luckily, Mikey wasn't paying attention to you, and you pulled out your phone to discreetly record his reaction.
He played for about ten minutes, before the picture of the most scariest clown face you had ever seen pop up. Mikey was terrified of clowns.
"AH! Y/N THE CLOWNS HAVE COME FOR ME! TELL THE SHREDDER AND THE KRAANG THAT THEY CAN'T GET ME NOW!!" He shrieked, shattering the screen, as he slammed it shut. Then he bolted from the room, running to what sounded like Donnie's lab.
"Y/n, you played the maze prank on Mikey!! Cut it out!" Donnie yelled in annoyance from the other room.
But you didn't hear him, because you were replaying the video over and over, rolling around on the floor in hysterics.
"T-Phone self destruct." Mikey said from above you.
"Oh, come on, that doesn't-" The phone in your hand exploded with a puff of smoke, and a burning candle smell drifted from it as you shot Mikey a glare. Revenge is served.

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