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Post by kat on May 1, 2009 9:07:54 GMT -6
Here is the sequel to Deceitful Betrayal...I may change the name if I can think of a better one. It will go a little slow because the plot is developing as I go along...but I did finish the prologue. _________________________________________________ They say that revenge is sweet. Most of the time it is a bitter pill to swallow.______________________________________________ His eyes snapped open, sweat beaded on his forehead and snaked it's way down his face. He swiped it off with a shaky hand and sat up quickly. Every night. He had a nightmare every night. They shook him out of the deepest sleep and he couldn't get relief from them. He glanced around his quarters. A small room, with the barest of necessities. A bed, a table with a lamp, and his laptop. That is really all he needed. He was lucky to have his life. The Master was not happy with the turn of events that had happened several months ago. And he had been punished severely for them. Yes, he was his master now. Not his employer. He no longer held just a paycheck for him. He held his very life. His body shivered uncontrollably, he quickly opened his table drawer and pulled out a unmarked bottle. He poured a small amount into a glass and drank it down quickly. He took several deep breaths and poured a little more into the glass. He took the drink and walked over to the window. The city, what he could see of it, was dark and clouded over. Dismal. Dead. He quickly swigged the drink and sighed, his nerves feeling slightly better. He sat the glass down and absently ran his fingers across one of the many deep scars on his arms. Usually he was the one doing the punishing. His mouth twitched into a small smile, he remembered the turtle in blue. All of the tests and beatings that the creature endured. But he was sure that the outcome would have been different if the turtle had not been drugged and controlled. His master's enemies were not ones to take lightly. He was well aware of that now. He would not make that mistake again. Master Saki wanted the turtle in blue again. He believed that if he was brought down, the others will quickly follow. He snorted and a throaty laugh escaped his lips. He had no idea why the master was so fixated on this particular creature. Perhaps, it was the fact that this ninja refused his offer to join his clan. The mighty Foot Clan. No, this warrior was far too loyal to his own small family. And his family was loyal to him. Maybe it was the look that flashed through his adoptive daughter's eyes whenever the turtle's name was mentioned. He nodded his head. He wanted someone totally different. His revenge was set on the one in purple. The retched one they call Donatello. His eyes darkened and his mouth turned down into a deep frown. This one destroyed everything that he had worked on. Years and years of hard work...gone in a few seconds. A few clicks of the keyboard and it was gone...poof. His teeth clenched and grounded painfully together. No, he couldn't just leave with his pathetic brother. The whole reason they had came. He had to embarrass him, destroy his precious files, and ultimately get him punished. Yes, he caused all of it. Donatello's fault. He rolled his neck to relieve the building tension. If his plan worked out, Master Saki will have what he wants and Starcher will get his revenge too. Yes, this plan will work . He smiled and poured another drink. It will work. He drank the last bit of the caramel colored liquid and stretched onto the bed. He closed his eyes and hoped that his dreams were no longer plagued with the song of a katana leaving it's sheath or his own anguished screams ringing in his head. He willed himself to dream of revenge and the respect of his master. He smiled contently and for the first time in months, his dreams did not wake him.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on May 1, 2009 14:42:20 GMT -6
Wow! That was really good. Starcher is back. Cooool.
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Post by kat on May 1, 2009 15:46:59 GMT -6
Thanks Yep...he's back and I don't think that he likes Don all too much. I will hopefully have the next chapter soon...I have a few ideas where this is going. I'm still thinking of a summary for it too.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on May 2, 2009 12:34:01 GMT -6
That's cool. Can't wait.
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Post by kat on May 8, 2009 15:59:34 GMT -6
Here is chapter 1. This plot is definitely developing as I go along...please bear with me.
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Chapter 1: Problems
6:18.
The red numbers on the clock seemed to scream in the darkness. Raph grumbled and rolled over. Morning practice was at seven. He had two choices: roll over, go back to sleep and feel like total crap when he went to practice. Or he could get up now and have a light snack before practice and just slightly feel like crap.
When his stomache growled, that made his mind up. He groaned and roughly rubbed his hand down his face. He slowly got out of his hammock and stretched.
"This was going to be long day."
He started down the hallway and stopped outside his youngest brother's room. From the snores that he heard, Mikey was still sleeping peacefully. Raph thought for a moment to give the prankster a rude awakening, but then decided against it. A little peace and quiet would be nice. He glanced in Don's room and was surprised to see his genius brother sprawled in his own bed for a change. He must have been exhausted. He wasn't under the blankets and he was still wearing his gear.
Raph shook his head and chuckled. He made his way to Leo's door. It was closed. Raph put his hand on the door knob, he wanted to check on him. It had been several months and he seemed to be getting stronger...but he would still have nightmares. Raph couldn't count how many times they would have to run to his room when they heard him scream out in terror.
Raph swallowed thickly. He hesitated over the metal knob and then dropped his hand to his side. He hadn't heard anything, so he would just take that as his brother was having a good night for a change. He didn't want to disturb him if he was still sleeping.
Raph's small smile quickly faded when he stepped into the living area of the lair. The muted television was flickering in the darkness and he could make out the top of a head over the back of the couch. He stepped quietly to the couch and found Leo sleeping on the sofa, his head leaned against the back of the couch and his feet rested on the coffee table. He had an open book across his chest and there was a half empty cup of tea on the table.
"Distractions," Raph thought.
Raph stood in front of him and gently patted his shoulder.
"NO!" Leo gasped and his hand shot out and gripped Raph's neck tightly. He threw a punch with the other hand, that Raph blocked.
"Leo," Raph rasped out. He stood perfectly still to allow his brother to register the situation. To know that he wasn't in danger.
Leo blinked in confusion and his eyes slowly focused.
"Oh, God. Raph." He quickly removed his hand. "What...are-are you alright."
"Yeah, m'fine," he said as he slowly backed away. "Are you OK?"
"Yeah, um, you startled me...I guess I dozed off." His cheeks glowed red.
"S'alright, Leo," Raph said as he sat beside him. "I should know better than to wake anyone in this house with direct contact."
He chuckled. Leo gave a small smile and relaxed a little.
"But I think next time I'll just use Donny's bo and poke you in the side."
"That might be a better idea," Leo nodded. "What time is it?"
"Um, probably about 6:30."
"Practice is soon," Leo said as he stood up to stretch.
"Yeah," Raph agreed. "Um, bro, maybe you should take today off. You look exhausted."
"I'm fine." Leo turned to leave.
"But," Raph started, but Leo cut him off.
"I am fine, Raph. Really."
Raph let out frustrated sigh. He had been pushing himself since Don said he could practice again.
"I need to," he said over his shoulder and made his way to the kitchen.
Raph leaned forward with his head in his hands. These last few months had been so hard. Everyone was fighting their own demons. He touched the area around his neck, he wouldn't be surprised if it bruised. His brother's strength was definitely returning.
He has always been told that it was darkest before the dawn. But he couldn't shake the feeling that this darkness wasn't going to leave any time soon.
It was only going to get worse.
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Leo sat his empty glass in the sink and leaned heavily on the counter. His nightmares were not getting any better, and now he nearly took Raph's head off. His brother tried to laugh it off, but Leo knew that it wasn't Raph that startled him. It was a dream. The tortures that he could remember haunted him every night.
Leo shook the horrific thoughts from his mind. He moved to the refrigerator and grabbed an apple and a small container of yogurt. He thought that a little snack might help him to feel better. He sat his food on the table and fished in the drawer for a clean spoon. Raph was right, he felt exhausted, so he knew that he probably didn't look much better. But he had to get into a normal routine again...it was the only way to chase the demons away.
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Raph sat on the worn couch and surfed through the channels. Leo had been watching something on the history channel. He stopped on the local news and his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. Apparently this had been recorded yesterday, but there was Oroku Saki and his adoptive daughter, Karai, standing outside of the Museum of Science and Technology. They were saying something about him donating money and supplies to the museum.
Raph's blood boiled. New York had no idea what this evil man was capable of. And here they were, singing his praise. The money that he had donated was blood money, Raph was sure of it. Then the next thing that he saw would of floored him, if he wasn't already sitting down. There, standing behind Karai, in a dark coat and even darker sunglasses, was Professor Starcher. Raph thought for sure that Shredder would have killed the man, but there he was. Raph quickly turned the channel and glanced over his shoulder. Leo was still in the kitchen.
"Good," Raph thought. He wanted to talk to Donny about this, before Leo found out.
Just as he stood up to leave, Leo walked through the living room.
"Hey, Leo," Raph said quickly. "Where are you going?"
"Upstairs." Leo raised an eye ridge and took a bite of his apple.
Raph remembered the reason he had came downstairs in the first place.
"Is there anymore apples?"
Leo finished chewing his food. "Uh, I think. If not, there are some pears."
"OK."
Raph waited for Leo to start up the steps and then he went to the kitchen and grabbed a pear from the fridge. When he heard Leo's door close, he went straight to Donatello's room and shut the door.
"Donny," Raph called to his brother. "Don. Wake up."
Don rolled over an wearily looked at his brother.
"What's the matter?"
"We have a problem," Raph whispered.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on May 8, 2009 18:13:47 GMT -6
Oooh. This is getting good. Poor Leo...
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Post by kat on May 9, 2009 7:11:00 GMT -6
Thanks. I'll try to have chapter 2 up soon. Yeah, poor Leo...and you know with my fics...it doesn't get any better for him
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on May 9, 2009 10:54:15 GMT -6
Goody.
yeah. mine either at times.
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Post by kat on Jun 11, 2009 12:21:43 GMT -6
Chapter 2: Perfect
Raph explained what he had saw on the television.
"Professor Starcher?" Don stood up and stretched. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Raph nodded, "It was definitely him."
"I was sure that Shredder would take care of him."
Raph shrugged. "We thought that about Stockman too."
"He must be more useful to Shredder than we thought." Don opened his door and peeked out. He shut it quickly and turned to Raph. "Leo doesn't know, does he?"
Raph shook his head. "No, I turned it before he came into the room. I wanted to tell you first, to see if it would be alright for 'im to find out."
Don rubbed his head, trying to will away the headache that was starting to come. "No. I don't think that he should know right now. Eventually we will tell him, but with the nightmares that he has been having...we should wait."
"He will be mad if he finds out an' knows that we didn't tell him," Raph pointed out. "He doesn't like being treated like a hatchling, ya know."
"I know," Don sighed. "Who, in this family, does?"
"Mikey," Raph snorted.
"Yeah, well acting like a hatchling and being treated like one are two totally different things."
Raph chuckled. "You have a point. So, we are in agreement, don't tell Leo."
"For now." Don nodded.
"OK." Raph threw his half eaten pear in Don's wastebasket and opened the door. "Let's go before Fearless starts looking for us."
When Don and Raph made it to the dojo, Leo was warming up and Mikey was trying to rub the sleep from his eyes.
A tap of Splinter's cane against the floor and practice began.
Everything went well and after an hour and a half, Splinter dismissed his sons. Leo was the last one out of the dojo and he barely noticed Don and Raph huddled at the kitchen table, whispering. They stopped when Leo walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and , without a word, walked back to the living area of the lair. He plopped down beside of Mikey on the couch. His orange banded brother was mindlessly flipping through the channels on the television. None of them staying on the same station for more than a few seconds. Mikey glanced over at Leo and offered the remote to him.
"No thanks," Leo said and he took a drink of his water. He put the cap back on and sat the bottle on the table.
Mikey shrugged and turned his attention back to the t.v. It wasn't long and Mikey heard soft snores coming from the other end of the couch. His brow furrowed with worry. He turned quickly when he heard the footstep of Raph and Don approaching.
"Shhhh," Mikey whispered and pointed to the opposite side of the sofa.
Raph scowled and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Figures," he grunted. "He's not sleepin' at night, an' he's been practicin' like crazy."
He stared pointedly at Don. "Since you gave him the green light."
"What was I supposed to do?" Don glared back at his hot-headed sibling. "He was getting better. I couldn't keep him on bed rest forever. He would have started practicing anyway." Don rolled his eyes.
"Well, he looks pale," Mikey added. "Do you think he's gettin' sick?"
"He can hear you three, ya know." A weary voice voice snapped all of their attention to the other side of the couch.
"Leo," Mikey said quickly. "We thought you was asleep."
"Obviously." Leo slowly sat up and eyed his brothers. They have worried enough about him. This has got to stop.
"Umm, Leo," Don tried to switch the subject. "I need your help tonight."
Don shifted his gaze to Raph for just a moment. Raph barely nodded his head. His eyes widened, silently telling to keep going.
"At the junkyard," Don continued. "If-if you don't mind."
"Sure, Don," Leo smiled. "Whatever you need."
"OK," Don nodded. "After dinner."
He motioned for Raph to follow him to the lab. Once in the lab, Don shut the door.
"Are you sure about this?" he whispered to Raph. "Maybe Leo should stay here, and I'll go with you and Mikey."
"No way," Raph insisted. "Just take Leo to the junkyard. Mikey an' I will go scout around, see if the foot an' that Starcher guy is up to something.
Don sighed. "He is exhausted. Maybe if we just let him sleep, we could..."
"An' have 'im wake up while we're gone? No thanks," Raph interrupted. "Just take 'im with you. We'll meet back at the lair an' tell 'im everything."
"OK, Raph," Don agreed. "We'll do this your way."
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Starcher sat in his office. It was just about as bare as his quarters, but he was happy that Master Saki was finally giving him a second chance. He had soldiers scouting the city. No sign of them. There hasn't been for months. He guessed that they were staying underground, at least until the blue clad turtle healed. If the creature survived.
He sighed heavily and took a flask from his coat pocket. He didn't bother with pouring it into a glass. He lifted the silver container to his lips and took a quick drink. He capped it and slid it back into his pocket.
He hated to wait.
A knock at the door shook him out of his thoughts. He quickly tugged the sleeves of his lab coat to make sure the scars were hidden.
"Yes."
The door creaked open and a soldier stepped inside.
"Professor," he started. "The turtles have been located."
"All of them?"
The soldier nodded. "But they are separated."
Starcher's brow knotted behind his dark glasses.
"Separated?"
"Yes, sir," the soldier continued. "The ones called Michelanglo and Raphael are on the east end. The other two are at the junkyard by the docks."
A smile slid across his face. "You know what to do."
The soldier nodded.
He pushed the intercom button on his desk. "Have the car ready. I will meet you in the garage in a few minutes."
The soldier rushed out of the room to prepare his ninja for their mission.
Starcher waited until the soldier was gone. He removed his lab coat and put it on the hook by the door. He took his black coat and slid his arms into the sleeves. His heart was racing as he buttoned it up.
Finally.
The black sedan was idling in the garage as Starcher exited the elevator. The driver opened the door for the Proffessor. "Black squad is on it's way."
"Good." Starcher slid into the back seat. "Red Squad?"
The driver spoke into his communicator. "Leaving now, sir."
"OK, let's go."
Starcher adjusted his headset. "Black squad, what is your location?"
We have spotted the turtles, sir.
"Good," Starcher spoke as he stared out of the window. The city's lights seemed brighter as the driver raced down the street, running through yellow lights and passing anything that was too slow. "Keep them busy. I will be in touch."
"Driver, pull over here." Starcher patted the head rest of the front seat.
"But, sir, the junkyard is three blocks away."
"I know." Starcher brought a small pistol out of his pocket. He counted the number of darts and shoved the magazine into place. He exited the car and crossed the street to a tall building. He entered the building and took the elevator to the roof. At the ledge he removed his glasses and glanced down at the city. He quickly spotted the turtles in the junkyard.
Leonardo and Donatello. This couldn't have been more perfect.
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Don and Leo were sifting through the electronics that had been recently been discard by the local radio shack. Don loved it when the store got rid of it's old stuff.
"So, what are Raph and Mikey up to?" Leo asked as he showed Don a circuit board.
Don nodded and reached for the board. He placed it in his bag. "I think they are going to pick up a movie. Maybe invite April and Casey over."
"Another movie night?" Leo sighed and handed Don another gadget.
Don looked the device over. He couldn't use it. He shook his head and threw the piece of metal to the side.
"Yeah, is that OK?"
"I guess," Leo picked through the rubble. "It's just that this is the first time I've been topside in a while. I would like to start to patrol again."
Don gave his brother a weak smile. "You've just started training again, maybe..."
"I'm fine, Don. Really."
"I can run it by Master Splinter," Don drawled, letting Leo know it wasn't just up to him.
"Thanks, Don."
Don threw his brother another smile. He wondered how Leo was going to take the news about Starcher. That maybe Shredder was up to something again. He wouldn't have kept Starcher alive, if he didn't have plans for him.
Don moved to a different area and Leo followed.
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Starcher watched as about thirty shadows surrounded the unsuspecting turtles. Red Squad knew their mission. They had better not mess up. Master Saki would not give him another chance.
Black Squad was keeping the other two busy on the other side of town.
He saw the Leonardo's posture stiffen. He removed his weapons and yelled something to his brother. Donatello unsheathed his bo and they both took a defensive stance. As the soldiers advanced on the two turtles, Starcher raised his weapon and peered through sights.
Leonardo would be the first. He squeezed the trigger and pop.The silver dart whizzed through the air It streaked past the turtle. Starcher watched as his eyes widened and he wildly looked around.
Damn.
His mouth twitched into a smirk.
Keep looking around...you won't see me.
He lifted the pistol and looked through the sights again. The soldiers were doing their job at keeping the turtle where he needed him.
Pop.
This time the dart found it's mark in the turtle's arm. The force knocked him to the ground.
Gotcha.
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Don saw his brother fall.
"Leo!" he yelled as he fought of the soldiers to make his way to his brother. Leo was slowly climbing to his feet. He swayed and wearily looked around.
No, no, no. Not again...
His vision started to swim. Colors and lights whirled around him.
Every cell in Don's body screamed that this was a trap as he watched the soldiers fall back into the shadows. He didn't care he had to help his brother.
He ran up to him and grabbed his arm.
"Leo, what happened?" He searched his brother for injuries.
Leo's eyes widened and he weakly pushed Don away.
"Go! G't outta 'ere," Leo slurred.
"What? No way." Don grabbed him just as his legs gave out.
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Starcher snorted a laugh. Leonardo was pushing his brother away.
Trying to protect him.
But his brother was arguing with him. Starcher knew he wouldn't leave him behind.
He raised the pistol again.
"Perfect." The word tingled as it rolled off his tongue.
He gently pulled the trigger.
Pop.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Jun 11, 2009 15:22:14 GMT -6
Wowee. Cool chapter. Poor guys didn't even see the darts coming.
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Post by kat on Jun 12, 2009 3:46:48 GMT -6
Thanks I'm working on the next chapter. I'll try to have it up soon.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Jun 12, 2009 10:50:13 GMT -6
Cool!
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Post by kat on Jun 13, 2009 11:18:40 GMT -6
Chapter 3: No Answer
"So, you are saying this Starcher dude is still alive?" Mikey asked as he picked up the pace to catch up with his brother.
"That's what I'm sayin'." Raph jumped to the next building. He stopped long enough for Mikey to land beside of him and then he took off again.
"And you didn't tell Leo?"
"No."
"And Don is backin' you on this?"
"Yeah."
"Dude, don't you think Leo should know?"
Raph stopped suddenly and turned to his brother.
"For the love of...gah, Mikey! Could ya just shut up for five seconds?" Raph threw up his hands and stomped away.
Mikey hadn't stopped with the questions since Raph had explained what he had saw on the television.
Mikey crossed his arms. "Geeze, Raph, take a pill. I'm just sayin'..."
"I know what you're sayin'," Raph interrupted. He pushed his fingers into his temples, to try and get rid of the throbbing pain that was radiating through his head. He drew a deep breath and released through his teeth. He knew Mikey was just being concerned.
"We are just going to scout around, see if we can find out anything. Then we'll tell Leo later tonight."
"Do you really think that this Starcher guy is a threat?" Mikey walked to the ledge and sat down.
Raph followed him and leaned against the concrete.
"Well, Shredder kept 'im around for a reason. The guy is real smart, Mike. I don't know..." his voice trailed off as he stared out into the distance.
"And crazy."
Raph snorted. "He ranks right up there with Stockman."
Mikey started to laugh, but it died down in his throat. He looked at Raph with wide eyes as his hands quickly landed on his weapons.
Raph nodded. "I heard it too, Mikey," he whispered and pushed himself away from the ledge.
The shadows started to move and within seconds they were surrounded by dozens of foot soldiers.
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Don felt like a hot knife had ripped through his thigh. His legs were knocked out from under him and he lost his grip on Leo. They both fell to the ground with a thump. Leo was out and Don knew he had just a few moments before he was too. He reached into his belt and pulled out his shell cell. He didn't even get it open when a rush of wind and a sharp pain knocked it from his hand. He didn't hear it clatter across the ground as the darkness claimed him.
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Starcher's finger lingered on the trigger. He resisted the urge to pump another dart into the purple clad turtle. Even though he could see that the first one had done it's job and the soldiers were surrounding them.
He tapped the headpiece. "Black squad. Fall back."
Yes, sir.
He adjusted his glasses back onto his face and quickly exited the building. His car was still idling out front, the driver waiting with the door open.
"Did it go well, sir?"
Starcher nodded as he slid into the back seat. "Take me back to headquarters."
"Yes, sir." The driver shut the door and hurried to the driver's seat.
Starcher steepled his hands under his chin and watched the city blur past the window. It wouldn't be long, now. His Master will have what he wants and he will finally get his revenge. If all goes well, the others will soon join their family.
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The soldiers had advanced on the brothers right away.
"Don't ya love it when what you are looking for finds you?" Mikey quipped as he dodge a punch and kick from a soldier. He twirled his nun chuck around and caught the ninja across the side of the head. He fell to the ground like a sack of rocks.
Raph just grunted a reply as he caught a sword in his sai. He kicked the soldier away. The soldier shook it off and attacked again. This time Raph managed to disarm the ninja and he brought the blunt end of his sai crashing down his head.
They were starting to get winded as the soldiers kept coming. If they knocked one down, two more took their place.
All of a sudden the soldiers that were still standing retreated back into the shadows and disappeared.
"Um, OK," Mikey panted. "What was that all about?"
Raph's brow knotted as he scanned the rooftops. "I don't know, Mikey. But I don't like it."
He sheathed his weapons and grabbed Mikey's arm. "Come on, let's go."
They quickly jumped down the fire escape into the alley below. Mikey opened a man hole and they started back to the lair.
Raph pulled out his cell and tried Don't number. It went straight to voice mail.
"No answer on Don's cell," Raph growled.
"Try Leo's." Mikey tried to keep the tremble out of his voice.
Raph hesitated and then dialed the number. After a few moments he snapped the cell shut.
"No."
"Maybe they are on their way back home."
"I hope so, Mikey." An awful feeling bubbled in his stomach. "I really hope so..."
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Jun 13, 2009 12:24:00 GMT -6
Another chapter! eeeee
.... sorry.
Nice one. Glad he didn't give Don another one.
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Post by kat on Jun 13, 2009 13:18:56 GMT -6
Thanks. Oh, he wanted to give Don another dart...and considering what I have planned, I think Don would want the dart
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