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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Mar 2, 2009 12:44:37 GMT -6
lol I love puns! Thanks. Workin' on the next chapter.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Mar 22, 2009 16:55:29 GMT -6
Chapter 4
Mikey ran across the rooftops lagging behind Raph and Don. He didn’t feel like running, but he did anyway. Don had promised they would stop for pizza on the way home. It didn’t lighten his mood as much as he thought it would. And he never thought that would happen.
He skidded to a stop behind his two brothers, almost not noticing that they had stopped. “Why are we stopping?”
“Let’s just get that pizza and go home,” Raph growled. “There’s no point in this.”
“But it was your idea to come up here,” Don argued.
“I never asked you come along!” Raph snapped.
Don glared. “I thought we could get back to normal.”
“Normal?! It’s never going to be normal again!” Raph spat.
“It can if we try.”
“Raph,” Mikey said looking all around them. Evil glares stared at them. Familiar evil glares.
“What?!” Raph turned his glare on him, but slowly looked up, seeing the purple dragons. His eyes narrowed.
Don gasped and slipped out his staff, spinning it once in his hand.
Mikey pulled out his chucks, eying up the dozen or so purple dragons.
“Attack!” Dragonface ordered.
Raph ripped out his sai as the purple dragons lunged for them.
Mikey ducked punches from two purple dragons and jumped over another two, swiping his leg out and knocking them flat on the ground.
One tried desperately to get up.
Mikey kicked him back down and knocked him in the head with his chuck. “And stay down.”
“Mikey behind you!” Don yelled.
He spun and got a punch in the nose. “Oww…” Mikey rubbed his nose with one hand and whacked the purple dragon with the chuck in his other hand.
Three more purple dragons replaced the one Mikey whacked. They circled the orange turtle. Glaring and snickering to each other.
Mikey watched one of them dive for him as soon as they circled him once. His swung his chuck, connecting it with the thug’s head. The purple dragon fell to the ground holding his head, muttering under his breath as the other two started inching closer.
Raph landed between the two dragons and jumped up hitting them with a split kick. He brushed his hands together. “That takes care of that,” he muttered.
“I think you’re forgetting someone,” Mikey said.
Don joined them, staff in hand. “Yeah. Dragonface over there.”
“Oh he won’t be a problem,” Raph said lowly with a smirk. “Not a problem at all.” He pulled out his sai again and lurched forward.
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The rocks of the rooftop crunch under his boots as he walks to the edge of the rooftop. Shade pulls his gloves tighter over his hands and looks down at street level. The three blasted turtles were down there. Fighting one of the purple dragons. Dragonface if he remembered the name correctly. And it wasn’t too hard to tell who was winning.
Raph jumped and kicked the dragon in the stomach.
Dragonface crashed into the dumpster, but got right back up. He picked up a pipe from the rooftop and caught Mikey’s chuck as it was about to hit him.
Don whacked the dragon on the head with his staff just as Raph got in a good punch to Dragonface's head, making a double blow.
Dragonface staggered around for a moment, then fell to his knees before planting his face on the cold rooftop.
“Well that’s done,” Raph said.
Shade smiles. It wasn’t done. Not at all. He jumps down to their rooftop and emerges from the shadows. “Nice work.”
Raph sent him an icy glare. “Who do you work for?”
“Does it matter?”
“No. You’re going down anyway!”
“Why? Just because I gave you a compliment?” Shade asks. He crosses his arms and leans against the brick chimney.
Raph looked slightly stunned.
“You new here?” Mikey asked.
“You could say that,” Shade answered.
“Well what would you call it?” Don asked.
“Coming back home after a long time.” Shade pauses. “A lot’s changed.”
“How long have you been gone?” Mikey asked.
Shade thinks quietly for a moment. For some reason he doesn’t remember exactly how long. Weird. “It feels like ages.”
“So what are you doing back here then?” Raph asked.
Shade shrugs. “Wanted to come home.” He pushes himself off the wall and walks past the three turtles, stopping a couple steps from them.
“So you’re sticking around then?” Don asked.
“Yep.” Shade smirks. “I’ve got some work to do.”
“Don’t we all? I’m tired of work,” Mikey said. Smack.
“Quit it,” Raph growled.
Shade smiles. Same old turtles. He did remember them though. He whips around and grabs Don, pulling the turtle to him. He slips a tento from his coat and puts it dangerously close to Don’s neck. “My work involves you three.”
Raph and Mikey stared with round eyes, but Raph’s grew hard quickly. He slipped out his sai.
“Don’t get too close,” Shade warns.
Foot ninja starts to fill the alley, surrounding the four. Never moving. Waiting for Shade’s order.
To be continued…
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Post by kat on Mar 22, 2009 22:57:12 GMT -6
Whoa...you have me wanting to know more, more, more about this Shade guy. And what is going to happen next. Poor Donny. Update soon!
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Mar 23, 2009 11:43:54 GMT -6
lol Shade's a mysterious guy. And your just in luck. I finished revising the next chapter. Chapter 5 Don stood stock still as he felt the blade touch his neck. Shade’s reflexes were quick. He couldn’t believe none of them saw this coming. The Foot soldiers surrounding them just watched and he didn’t like the glare in their eyes. He turned his gaze back to his two brothers, pleading them to do something. “Let him go,” Raph growled. “No. I don’t think so,” Shade said coolly. “Quite sorry.” “No you’re not!” Shade shrugged. “Now, we’re going to take a walk to the park.” “What do you want?” Don asked. “You said you didn’t work for anybody.” Shade tightened his grip on Don’s arm. “I never said that. Now quiet. Never say a word unless I ask something of you.” “Hey you can’t talk to Donny like that!” Mikey objected. Shade glared at Mikey. “Who’s in charge here?” Silence. “Well?” he asked. “You,” Raph grunted. “Correct,” Shade said lowly. Raph sent him a hard glare. Don’s heart was beating violently. Nothing has happening. Except a stare off between Raph and Shade. There had to be something they could do. He had to get free. Now! But the grip on him was tight and the blade dug roughly into his neck. His pulse rose again. --- Shade shoves Don forward, keeping a tight grip on Don’s left wrist and the blade only an inch away. “Now let’s go.” Raph mutters lowly. “How can we if there’s Foot ninjas surrounding us?” The Foot soldiers part as soon as Shade and Don reached them. They pass and continued on down the alley in silence. “That answer you’re question Raph?” Shade hears Mikey whisper. Raph grunts. “How far…” Don starts to ask. Shade instantly twists Don’s wrist. Don gasps. “I told you to stay quiet!” Shade growls rather loudly. “Hey!” Mikey exclaims. Shade loosened the twist. “No offense, but I like a quiet captive.” “And we can talk?” Raph growled. “Be my guest. You two don’t bug me. Much…” Shade turns down another alley, Central Park just up ahead. For the rest of the way no one dares make a sound. Shade smiles. This was good. Very good. He stops in the center of a clearing in the park. And waits. Shredder would be along any second now. And more fun would ensue. To be continued…
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Post by kat on Mar 23, 2009 21:04:14 GMT -6
wahoo, it is a lucky day A short chapter...but it was amazing how much intensity you fit into it I think I held my breath for half of it. And I'll say it again...poor, poor Donny. And now Shredder is on his way...you are the master of the cliffhangers I hope you can continue soon (and I hope everything is coming out ok for your other story
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Mar 24, 2009 10:55:38 GMT -6
Yeah it turned out shorter than I thought. I'll be working on the next one. The other fic is almost ready. Just gotta focus.
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Post by kat on Mar 24, 2009 12:58:53 GMT -6
Wish that I could help you there...my mind is all over the place right now
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Mar 25, 2009 11:45:12 GMT -6
Yeah mine's starting to kick in again.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Apr 14, 2009 19:47:51 GMT -6
Chapter 6
Raph's anger was just about boiling over when they stopped at the clearing in the park. “Ok we’re here. Now let. Don. GO!”
“No,” Shade answered coolly.
More ninjas began to fill the area surrounding them. Some Foot techs appeared on the right and left. And finally the Elite Guard with a puff of smoke on the north end. They each smirked and quickly stepped aside.
Shredder entered the clearing. “I see you have fulfilled your mission.”
“As asked,” Shade answered.
“Good.” Shredder crossed his arms and glared at the three turtles. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely at the moment at the sight of the three turtles in his grasp. “Now to finish off the rest of you three.”
“Rest?!” Raph demanded.
“Oh you don’t know by now?” Shredder chuckled darkly. “That’s rich.”
“Then spill it bucket head,” Mikey demanded.
“Remember that fire a year ago?” Shredder asked, pausing then going on without an answer. “That fire was no mistake. Leonardo made the mistake of entering the building. It caught fire pretty quickly. And the Elite told me one of the burning beams had fallen on him. By the time he got free, there was no way out. Pity. He was such a good fighter. I still do not understand why he would not work for me.” He shook his head. “Such a shame.”
“Because you’re sick and don’t know the meaning of honor!” Raph snarled.
“Oh well,” Shredder said with a shrug of his shoulders. “You will join him soon enough.”
Raph couldn’t take it anymore. He lunged forward without thought of the consequence he would bring.
“Raph…” Don gasped.
Raph skidded to a stop halfway to Shredder and looked back in horror. Shade’s blade had nicked Don’s neck, digging deeper. He couldn’t attack anyone without loosing Don. And he couldn’t loose another brother. He couldn't go through that again. But he had to take care of Shredder. For Leo. No matter what. He just had to get Don free first. And he had no clue how.
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Shade smirks. Raphael certainly was in a bind. His smile fades as he has yet another one of his flashbacks. It used be only once ever two days, but now... Now they were coming at least twice a day. And this was the first one for the past twelve hours.
He was on the rooftops fighting, no longer wearing his trench coat. Fighting the turtles. But it wasn’t a serious fight. Just a sparring match.
Mikey dodged his kick and swung his chucks, grinning playfully, totally at ease.
Shade laughed and flipped over Mikey, swiping his foot in a half circle.
Mikey fell to the ground. “Hey! No fair!” He laughed anyways, quickly getting to his feet.
“It is too fair. You should try thinking faster.” Shade grinned.
“I don’t think that’s possible for Mikey,” Raph grunted, but couldn’t help a smirk.
Shade double blinks as he came back to the present. Weird. He hadn’t had a flashback in hours. He thought they had finally stopped. And he had no idea why in that flashback he had been fighting Michelangelo for fun. The turtle's other brothers had been sparring on their own.
“Don’t you think Raphael?” Shredder asks.
Shade refocuses his attention on the events in the clearing, retightening his grip on Donatello. He hadn't realized he had loosened his grip.
“If you wanted to make this any more interesting you’d have to grow a third arm,” Raph growls.
“Hmm… now there’s an idea. Another arm to take you down with.” Shredder laughs coldly.
“Not cool Raph,” Mikey complained.
“Fine. You don’t want to guess, I’ll tell you,” Shredder says. “Or rather show you.” He pauses and looks at Shade. “Let Donatello go.”
Shade didn’t believe his ears at first. “But…”
“I meant it,” Shredder barks.
Shade shrugs, removes his tento from Don’s neck, and slips it into his trench coat. He takes a few steps to the right of the turtle, clasping his hands behind him, watching what would happen next.
Don rubs his neck and then wrist.
“Seeing as this will be our last fight, I will make it fair,” Shredder says.
“You don’t even know the meaning of fair!” Raph blasts, venom dripping in his voice.
Shade had to agree. Shredder had brought so many ninjas, the turtles were outnumbered 36 – 3. Clearly not favorable odds.
“You don’t call setting Donatello free fair?” Shredder asks, pointing at Don. “Maybe I should have Shade restrain him again. Or just kill him.”
Raph grunts.
Shredder chuckles darkly. “Thought so.” He raised his right arm, pausing a moment to glare at the three turtles. “Attack!” he finally yelled.
Every ninja jumped forward in a millisecond of hearing Shredder's order, attacking the three turtles all at once, coming at all directions, blades swinging every which way.
Shade stands back a little more and watches as Mikey and Raph duck under a group of ninjas, letting them collide with each other. Shade chuckles then turns his attention to Shredder who was now standing beside him. “I have to agree with the turtle. You have a different view of the definition of fair.”
Shredder chuckles lowly. “It depends on whose definition it is.”
“Indeed.”
The three turtles are separated almost immediately. A dozen each clustered around one turtle. Shade focus his attention on Donatello. He seems to be fighting pretty well for getting threated, and slightly injured. Don swipes to the left with his bow, knocking down two to the ground. Using his bow, he leaps over those two, crashing into another. He stands on top of that one while twirling his bow with hand. A smile spreads its way across the turtles mouth. Shade smiles too. An ninja sneaks up behind the purple masked turtle, sword raised high.
“Don!”
Shade's eyes search for the sound of the voice. The red banded turtle runs for the ninja behind Don just as Don turns around. Raph and the ninja wrestle across the ground, bringing down Don and Mikey as they roll around. Shade chuckles. One huge pile of ninja failure. This wouldn't take long at all.
“Go find the rat. Bring him here,” Shredder says after watching the fight for awhile. “Seeing his sons broken and dead will take the fight right out of him. And then he too will be taken care of.”
Shade nods. “As you wish.” He turns and heads back into the trees. But he doesn’t leave the park. He stays hidden away in the trees watching the fight. Their rat master could wait a few minutes. The rat's downfall was inevitable anyways.
To be continued…
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Post by kat on Apr 15, 2009 3:22:53 GMT -6
Ok, now I'm really curious about this Shade guy and his flashbacks and what's going to happen next...and now I've gone cross eyed Great chapter and I hope that you can update soon
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Apr 15, 2009 10:58:29 GMT -6
Thanks. Shade's a neat mystery. *evil laugh... cough cough* I must return to writing.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on May 1, 2009 14:27:47 GMT -6
Chapter 7
Mikey ducked a punch from the left and another from the right. “Hey, you guys ever hear of one at a time?”
Three more ninjas lunged for him.
“Obviously not.” Raph kicked two through the air.
Mikey got the third one and flung him into three others. “Too bad.”
“Yeah. For us.” Don caught a sword with his staff and spun, kicking the ninja.
The Elite ninjas now stood in front of them. Every other ninja was down on the ground. One of the Elite jumped for Raph, another for Don, and the last two for Mikey.
“I got two of ‘em. Lucky me,” Mikey said jumping over one and landing a kick to the other. The Elite soared through the air, colliding with the one Raph was fighting.
“Thanks Mikey,” Raph grunted.
“No prob…” Mikey started to say. He gasped as he flew through the air and hit a tree. He groaned, getting to his feet.
Raph took out the ninja that had sent Mikey flying with a roundhouse kick to the head.
Mikey searched for the fourth Elite. He spotted him fighting Don and leapt up landing a kick to the ninja's side, knocking the Elite down.
“Nice one.” Don ducked the Elite’s punch and whacked him with his staff.
The Elite fell to the ground with a thud.
Raph spun his sai. “Ok, now what Shred head? You’re out of reinforcements.”
Shredder laughed. “You think that will stop me?” He shook his head. “You three are so dense.”
Mikey looked around at all the fallen ninjas. “Looks pretty over to me… Wait! Where’s Shade?!”
“Gone,” Shredder gloated. He crossed his arms in front of him. “To find that rat master of yours.”
“He’ll never find him,” Raph snarled.
“That’s what you think.” Shredder darted forwards, aiming for Raph first.
Raph jumped out of the way, flipped over Shredder, and kicked him in the back. He landed on his feet and spun to face the tin man.
Shredder rolled forward and stopped in front of Mikey.
“Hey bucket head.” Mikey threw a punch for Shredder’s face.
Shredder caught Mikey’s fist with one hand and punched him in the stomach with the other.
Mikey doubled over and slumped to the ground gasping for breath. He squeezed his eyes shut. Man that hurt. He cracked his eyes open to see Shredder coming closer. He had to get up. Now.
“No!” Don kicked Shredder away from Mikey, with a flying kick.
Raph stood next to the spot where Shredder landed and sliced into his armor with his sai. He growled spinning around, leg extended in a fast high kick before Shredder can recover.
Shredder growled, recovered, and pounced on Raph. He picked him up and holding him above his head.
Mikey slowly got to his feet and looked at Don, who nodded. Mikey leapt up and kicked Shredder.
Raph soared through the air, flipped off a tree, and landed on the ground.
Don swiped his staff on the ground swiping Shredder off his feet as soon as he had stood up.
Raph growled and kicked Shredder into a tree. His gaze narrowed as he watched metal head.
Shredder growled and stood. “There’s more than one way to take care of you turtles!” He clenched his fist.
Darts started to rain down on the turtles.
Mikey dove out of the way and hid behind a tree. He slid to the ground, hands over his head as if that simple action could protect him. Soon it was all quiet. He looked around the tree. No sign of Shredder. “Where’d he go?”
“I don’t know,” came Don’s grim voice.
Mikey stepped around the tree facing Don. “What’s wrong?”
Don held up a dart. “Got hit. I have to find out if there’s anything in it.” He looked around. “Where’s Raph?”
Raph came up from the right. “Right here.” He was muttering to himself and held up a dart.
“You should have ducked Raph,” Mikey said.
“I know. I know. Did you get hit?”
Mikey grinned. “Nope.”
“Uh hem.” Don pointed down.
Mikey looked at his foot and smiled sheepishly, plucking a dart out. He didn't even feel anything where it had been. “I guess I missed that.”
“Yeah, now come on,” Don said running off. “We have to check this out before Shredder decides to come back.”
To be continued…
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Post by kat on May 1, 2009 15:38:49 GMT -6
Great chapter...lots of action I had to laugh at the whole dart thing I hope nothing really bad is in them... Continue as soon as you can.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on May 2, 2009 12:33:04 GMT -6
haha yeah. It was fun. ^^
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on May 28, 2009 23:01:33 GMT -6
Chapter 8
Shade walks through the trees at the end of the park. He had left when it looked like the turtles were winning. No use sticking around and accidentally running into Shredder. He’d heard that the guy has a nasty temper. Shade smirks shaking his head. It's time to find Splinter.
He enters an alley next to the park and suddenly feels a heaviness, starting in his head and spreading down to his feet. Shade puts a hand on the wall, the other reaches up to clutch his head. His vision narrows, growing darker and darker until he sees nothing but blackness for a few seconds that quickly turns to an almost blinding light with visions of something familiar.
“You need to have patience,” Splinter said. “All things come in time.”
Shade nods. “Yes. I know.”
“There is something else bothering you.” Splinter cocks his head to the side, calmly eyeing him.
Shade continues walking through the sewers, not answering at first. He frowns and sighs. “I don’t know.”
Splinter waits patiently as they near the lair. They stop outside it. He turns to face Shade, looking up at him with kind, but probing eyes.
“It’s Raphael,” Shade finally says. He sighs again. “We had another fight.”
Splinter nods. “Give it time. Things will be worked out.”
Shade nods back. He turns to look at the lair's closed door. “I hope so.”
Shade shakes his head as he returns to the present. The heaviness in his head and body disappeared. He now he knew where to find Splinter. But what were they talking about? What fight? Splinter had looked at him like he would one of his turtle sons. Why? He couldn't recall ever being around Splinter, let alone having a talk like that with him. The rat actually seemed to care. Cared about what he felt. He didn't under stand it. And Raphael? Why on earth would he ever be near Raphael. Or even fight with him?
Shade shrugs and ducks down into the sewers. He grunts. These flashback had to stop. They were interfering with his mind and his work. He didn't have time to contemplate what all this meant or why he was having them. He just wants them to stop! He had to make them stop some how.
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Raph followed Don and Mikey as soon as they got back to the lair. He leaned against the wall, thinking hard. None of them felt any effect of the dart. Maybe nothing was in it. Yeah right. And he wasn't a giant walking talking green mutant turtle. There was something in it he knew. He knew it as he knew Mikey could chow down on a pizza in less than five minutes. He scowled at the thought.
Don quickly disappeared into the lab, coming out just as quick. He went to first Mikey and then Raph, holding a syringe in his hand for both of them. He grabbed one of their arms in turn and took a blood sample.
Raph flinched when Don got to him. “Ouch... Don, can't you be more careful?”
Don glared at him. “I could say the same for you.” He turned and darted back into his lab.
Splinter entered the main room of the lair and looked at his sons. He frowned, obviously sensing something was not as it was supposed to be. “What is wrong?”
“We had a little run in with the Foot,” Raph grunted. He crossed his arms, his mood having not improved one bit since the encounter with that black trench coated man. That Shade. He scowled even more.
“And they gave us a present,” Mikey spoke up grimly.
Splinter raised an eyebrow. “What?” he asked cautiously.
“Darts,” Don spoke up, coming out of the lab again. “We were each hit with one and…”
“What is it?” Raph asked, fearing that Don would say what he knew, what he was so sure Don would say next. He felt his muscles go rigid as he waited for Don to continue.
“Well one, I was right. There’s now something in our blood,” Don explained grimly.
Raph's gaze narrowed even more. He knew it! He just knew it. It wasn't fair. But that's what it was. He bit back a growl and resisted the urge to punch his fist through the wall.
“And two?” Mikey asked.
“I don’t know what it is,” Don paused. “I’ve never seen it before...”
Raph bit hard on his tongue tasting blood. He took a small breath to calm himself. This would not help them figure this out. Though he still struggled against the anger coursing through his veins. He so wished Leo were here. He'd know what to do. Raph's anger evaporated at the thought of his older brother. His shoulders sagged. Why couldn't he be here? Why did the Foot have to find him that night one year ago? He reluctantly returned his attention back to the others.
Mikey was looking down at himself. He turned his gaze back up to Don. “Well I feel fine.”
Raph looked down at his own body. Looked fine. Felt fine. At least he thought so... “Yeah Don. I feel fine too.”
Don stared at them, his gaze dull and grim. “With some chemicals you don’t notice anything until it’s too late.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “But I can try to figure this out.”
“Do better than try Donny,” Raph said without his usual fire. “Do it. Find it for Leo.” He abruptly turned and closed himself in his room. A tear slipped down to the floor. “Leo...” he whispered. “What if this is the end?” He thoughts returned to the night last year when the fiery building had falling. The one that had killed his brother. And he found himself wishing Leo hadn't gone out that night.
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Mikey sighed as he sat at the kitchen table. It had been an hour and still nothing from Don. But he did know one thing. He was getting unusually itchy. And so was Raph. Heck Raph was making him even more itchy then he was just a few moments ago. His right hand slowly came up and started scratching his left arm.
“I can’t take it!” Raph growled scratching his arm more vigorously. He quickly moved on to his other arm and both legs, glaring daggers at his itchy limbs.
Mikey scratched faster and harder. “Me either.”
“Well both of you stop or you’ll scratch yourselves raw,” Don demanded walking into the kitchen. He plopped down at the table.
“Did you find anything?” Raph asked ignoring Don, scratching faster than ever.
Splinter got up from his spot at the table and crossed the few feet to his red banded son, grabbing Raph’s hand firmly. “My son.”
He glared, but stopped scratching, turning his maddening gaze on Donatello.
Mikey got the hint and stopped scratching as well. He waited patiently for Donny's answer, fighting the itchy crawlyness of his skin.
“Yes,” Don said. “It’s a type of poison. Low severity, but still lethal.”
“What?” Raph growled.
“Can’t be,” Mikey said, disbelief evident in his voice.
Don nodded and sighed. “It is.”
Raph started pacing. “You have to find a cure. The Foot killed Leo. We can’t let them kill us too.” His pacing quickly increased, crossing the whole length of the kitchen and back.
“I know. I know. I’m looking, but it will take time,” Don explained softly, eyes downcast on the floor.
“How much time do we have Donatello?” Splinter asked.
Don hesitated. “Until about two in the morning.”
“But that’s three hours!” Mikey said. “We’re going to be dead in three hours!!”
Raph stopped pacing and looked at Don, one eyeridge raised.
“No. That’s just how much time we have to get an antidote,” Don answered.
“How much time after that?” Raph asked. “Nevermind. I don’t want to know.” He stormed out of the kitchen with a loud huff.
Don sighed and followed his brother out. “I’ll go start finding that cure...” his voice trailing off as he disappeared from the kitchen.
Mikey remained at the table, staring off at the wall almost stunned. This couldn't be it. It couldn't be.
To be continued…
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