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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Jul 28, 2009 15:17:58 GMT -6
Chapter 13
A strange weight is on him. Not as heavy as before, but it still won't let him up. Something pushes against his chest, wrists, and ankles. He refuses to let out a moan and calms himself, refusing to get angered by the fact that he can't get up. He stops and listens to the voices around him.
“Don, it's been five hours. If this stuff is workin' why are we still freezing?” a gruff voice demands.
“I don't know Raph. But if you haven't noticed, no one's coughing anymore.”
Silence.
“Yeah... guess so,” Raph finally admits.
“It'll still take time. But we're alive. And we're here for Leo.”
“Yeah,” Raph says weakly.
“Raph! Stop that scratching!” Don suddenly yells. “You're neck won't get better it you keep that up?”
Raph grumbles. “It's itchy. I never thought he'd swipe my sai from my belt.”
“Well don't scratch. Or I'll have to change the bandage again.”
“Fine.” Raph is silent for a few minutes, then speaks up again. “Mikey still sleeping?”
“Yes,” Don answers. “As you should be.”
“You too braniack.”
“I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Leo.”
“Anything?” Raph asks softer.
A pause.
“No. There's nothing on him or wrong with him.”
“Then what?” Raph mutters. “Isn't there a way to find out what caused this?”
“Yeah, but it's going to take time.”
Raph snorts. “That's always the answer.” There's quiet stillness again until he mutters once again, “I wish that fire had never happened to him.”
“Me too Raph. Me too.”
The voices fade away. Not because the two turtles are leaving the room, but because Shade's mind has. He remembers the fire as they say it. And the breathtaking pain.
He screams out in pain. The fallen beam from the ceiling fell with a thunk onto his legs. At first he couldn't move as it burned into his skin, sending pain flaring through his whole body. He pushed the initial shock out of the way and tried pushing the beam off of him. The heat burned his hands, causing him to recoil. But the beam had to come off. He gritted his teeth and taking a quick breath, shoved the beam off of his legs. He weakly got to his feet and took another breath, choking on the smoke that filled the air. He looked around for the nearest exit, spotting a window and running as best as he could towards it. The roof gave a haunting creak and the ceiling started collapsing, burying the window he had intended on going through to get out.
“No!!” he yelled. He quickly scanned the rest of the building, his heart falling as he turned around and was finally forced to get down on his hands and knees to avoid most of the smoke. Even the stairway that had been there before was now gone. There was no way out. He was done for.
Another wave of fire exploded near the wall he was closest to, throwing him through the air. He landed next to a burning wall and nearly shrieked in relief. The explosion had broken the wall, leaving him a large escape hole. He quickly crawled over to it, trying to block out the pain in his legs and hands. Reaching the hole, he was sore, pained, and exhausted. He stuck his head out into the clearer air and suddenly felt himself falling. Falling through the clear air and down to the pavement below. Luckily he crashed onto a parked car, denting it's roof badly. He had the wind knocked out of him, his vision darkening on him. The burning building was raining fiery pieces down all around him, some landing on him. He slowly rolled off of the car and tried walking slowly away on his aching legs. He made it only a few feet before the building started coming down one floor at a time until it came down in a rush, sending debris flying everywhere, knocking him off his feet and sending him flying into the closest building. His head smacked against the brick, almost making him pass out. Holding tight to his consciousness, he picked himself up and only managed to stagger down the next alley, trying to get up the fire escape, when he slipped and fell, landing in a half full dumpster, blacking out instantly.
He woke the next morning when the sun shown in his eyes through the cracked open dumpster lid. Blinking wearily he rubbed his head and pushed the lid open. He climbed out and slid to the ground in the alley. His head hurt so much. Looking up and around, he had no idea where he was, what had happened, why his whole body hurt, and even who he was. All he knew was that he had to hide. From what he didn't know. He stood and slipped into the darkest corner of the alley and just huddled there until the sun went down that night. His stomach rumbled, forcing him to start walking and find some food. He walked the alley's blindly because he no longer remembered where he was. He stopped walking after awhile and looked up at the cloths lines above his head. One held a dark over coat and hat. He reached up and touched it. Some spots felt damp, like it had been washed recently, but not that recently. He tugged it down and pulled it on, grabbing the hat and shoving that on his head. Pushing his hands into the pockets, he continued his painful walk through the alleys.
He doesn't know how long he walked, just that the moon was now sinking in the sky, getting ready for the sun to come up. His legs only allowed him to shuffle along now. The pain overwhelming his mind. He didn't hear anyone come up until they put a hand on his back, stopping him in his tracks and causing him to turn around.
A young girl was touching him. She looked so young and frail and battered. She looked homeless. It broke his heart to see this young girl's condition. He almost forgot about the pain in his legs. Almost.
He blinked at her. “You shouldn't be out here,” he said softly.
“I live out here.”
“All alone?”
“No. I have my brother.”
“How old is he?”
“Seven I think,” she said timidly. “I'm two years younger than him.”
He smiled at her. She was so young and innocent. He felt drawn to her and at the same time, afraid to let her see him. He felt he looked different than her somehow, but didn't know why.
“Can I help you Mr.?”
“Help?” he asked confused. “I don't know how you can. You should be home with your brother.”
“He's just at the next alley. That's where we live.” She grabbed his hand and started tugging him down the alley. “Come on. We'll help you.”
He couldn't say no, so he let her lead him to the next alley and to her brother.
“What have I told you about wandering off sis?” The seven year old boy turned and stared. “Or about brining strangers home?”
“But he's hurt. And he's nice.”
He pulled his hand away from the little girl and looked at her brother. “I won't hurt you or your sister,” he said softly as he plopped down on the ground, leaning against the alley wall, needing to rest. His breathing was a little labored, the pain from his burns unbearable.
“What happened to you?” the boy asked.
“I got burned.”
“Oh. Bad business deal?”
“No. Blazing fire.”
“Oh. Ouch.” The boy seemed to think for a moment before his eyes lit up. “Here, I know, we have something that will help.” They boy handed him a broken jar. “It'll ease the pain.”
“Thanks.” He tried to smother the stuff on his legs and a bit on his hands, but he was worn and dizzy, unable to get the stuff on his burns.
“Can I help Mr.?”
Reluctantly he nodded to the girl. She grabbed the jar and helped smear the stuff on his legs. The boy quickly joined in. With the dark of night, neither of the three noticed his green skin. It was just thought of as darkened. They soon finished putting the stuff on his burns and settled down. The boy passed out a bowl of watery soup to each of them. It tasted it bland, but to him it was delicious. By the time his pain was starting to subside, the three of them were falling asleep in the small hidden hole in the alley as the sun came up.
When he awake that night, it was dark again. The two children still asleep at his sides. He quietly pulled himself from them and got up, walking over to the dumpster and sitting on top of it, thinking to himself. He didn't know how much time had passed before he heard the sound of the boy's feet.
“Sleep ok Mr.?” the boy asked.
He shrugged. “Fine I guess.”
“You got a name?” He stared off at the wall for a few seconds then shook his head. “No. I don't remember.”
“Then let's give you one.”
“How 'bout Jake?” the girl asked, joining them.
They boy shook his head. “Naw, what about Dark? You seem to like the dark like we do.”
“No, that's not good,” the girl protested.
“Fine, fine,” the boy conceded.
He almost chuckled listening to the two kids trying to figure out about what to call him.
“Shade!” the boy and girl shouted at the same time.
“Shade?” he asked.
“Yeah,” the girl said excitedly. “You like the dark.”
“And we saw you wake up and sit in the shade of the building a little while ago when the sun was still out,” the boy added.
He shrugged. Shade didn't sound half bad. “Ok. Shade it is.”
The kids cheered.
“So what are your names?” Shade asked.
“Jack,” The boy said.
“Dani,” the girl said.
Shade nodded and stood, looking at them for a moment before speaking. “I have to keep moving.” He jumped down from the dumpster.
“Leave?” Dani asked.
“But why?” Jack continued.
“I have to find where I belong.” Shade paused and sighed. “I have to find my home.”
The kids sighed and looked down at the ground. A tar slipped down Dani's cheek.
Shade stared at her and sighed inwardly. He bent down to them. “I'll come back and visit ok?”
Dani smiled. “Ok.” She quickly hugged him, followed closely by her brother.
“And thanks for your help. The burns feel a lot better.”
“Good,” Jack said. “Visit soon ok?”
“Ok. I'll try as soon as I can.”
The kids grinned.
Shade smiled and stood, walking slowly out of the alley as they yelled their good byes.
To be continued...
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Post by kat on Jul 30, 2009 3:20:58 GMT -6
Intense.. I can't wait to read more.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Jul 30, 2009 17:12:35 GMT -6
^^ Thanks. Next one should be up by tonight. Or so I hope.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Jul 31, 2009 22:28:27 GMT -6
Chapter 14
The flashback fades abruptly on Shade. He finds himself back at the turtles home, lying down on some sort of cot. Glancing around the room, it was completely empty. He tries getting up, but is shocked to find he can't. Looking down, he sees he's strapped to the bed. “What the...” He begins to tug and jerk on the restraints, wanting to be free of them. He grits his teeth. So the turtles had finally gotten some sense and tied him down. He growls. It wouldn't help them for long. He groans trying to pull his wrist free, only beginning to rub it raw instead. “Stupid straps!” he growled, tugging harder.
“Leonardo.”
Shade stills. His gaze snaps to the room's doorway. To the rat that stands there. He glares at the rat and continues his tugging. The straps had to give sometime. He knew they had to.
The rat comes closer and puts a hand on Shade's forehead. “You must calm down my son.”
“I am not your son!” Shade blasts, shaking his head.
Splinter looks hurt and pulls his hand away.
“Someone sounds angry.” The red and green turtle comes in followed by the other two.
“Oh, I'm way past angry,” Shade snaps.
“Careful Raph,” the purple one says. “Don't upset him more.”
“I don't think that's a possibility.”
“Um dudes, do you think he can pull free of those straps?” Mikey asked. He held a blanket loosely around himself, shivering slightly ever once and a while.
“They should be strong enough,” Raph says.
Shade pulls harder. He feels his right wrist slipping out a little and knows it's only a matter of time before he's free. “Let me go!” he screams at them.
“We cannot my son,” Splinter says gently. “You will hurt yourself and us.”
“You were supposed to be dead,” Shade replies lowly.
“Dead?” Mikey asks.
“Yeah dead. Need it any plainer than that?”
“N-no...” Mikey stutters.
“Good.”
“Ya didn't want us to survive the poison?” Raph demands, inching closer to Shade's bed.
Shade grins maliciously. “Nope.”
Raph growls and lunges forward, only to be held back by Don. “Let me go Donny. Leo is so screwed, he needs a good smack on the head!”
“No Raph. He's just trying to get under your shell.”
“Oh he's doing it alright.”
“But why?” Mikey asks, staring at what should be his older brother.
Shade stops his struggling against the straps and merely looks at them all with a defiant glare. They were all nuts. It would give him great pleasure to end their lives.
Raph finally stops tugging against Don's hold, settling for only a dark glare. “And while we're on this subject, why didn't ya want us to have the cure to the poison?”
“What cure?” Shade asks coolly.
“That vile in your coat,” Raph snaps.
Shade smirks. “That wasn't for you.” His smirk widened as Raph tugged slightly against Don's grip. “It was protection for myself. And now that you've survived the poison...” His eyes narrowed even further. “I'll kill you myself.”
Raph let out a growl and snorted. “Ya can't even get off that bed.”
“Can't I?”
“No.”
“We'll see about that,” Shade threatens.
“Raph,” Don warns as his brother clenches his fists.
“This can't be Leo,” Mikey murmured. “Donny, what's wrong with him?”
“There's nothing wrong with me!” Shade argues. “And I am not Leo!”
“Why not?” Splinter asks gently.
Shade opens his mouth for a retort, then shuts it not knowing what to say. He finally just glares at the rat. “I've never heard that name before. So I'm just not. What's it going to take to get that through your thick sculls?!”
The four of them stare at him as if he's lost his mind. The silence thickens until Donny's eyes widen. He steps forward, closer to Shade and stares at him, rubbing his chin.
“What is it Don,” Mikey asks timidly.
“What he just said,” Don answers softly.
“And that is?” Raph asks not too interested, but his eyes glaring hard at Shade.
Shade glowers at them. What was that blasted purple turtle thinking? He didn't say anything that would require this much thinking. Were they all dumb? He snorts. Yeah. They were.
“He never heard the name Leo before,” Don answers.
“He's lyin',” Raph grunts.
“Maybe...” Don stares at Shade a little closer.
Shade wants to bite that look off of Donatello's face. He struggles a little in an attempt to do so, but still can't reach Don. He reluctantly stilled again, drilling them with his dark glare.
“Maybe not...” Don finishes.
“What do you mean my son?” Splinter asks.
“It's just a wild guess, but considering what happened to Leo a year ago... I don't see how it could be anything else.”
“What braniack?” Raph demands.
“Amnesia,” Don concluded.
“Amnesia?” Mikey echoed. “You sure Donny?”
Don nods.
“But how can that be?” Splinter asks.
“A knock to the head, a really big fall... It makes sense. To get out of that burning building in time, he had to have jumped, possibly hitting his head,” Don explains.
“Then how do we bring his memory back?” Mikey asks, staring from Don to Shade and back again. “Hit him over the head?”
“I'll do it,” Raph volunteers with a smirk across his face.
“Don't you dare,” Shade growls. “And stop talking about me like I'm something to fix. I'm not who you think I am and I never will be.” He starts his struggle against the restraints with renewed energy. He has to get free. He can't take it listening to them talk as if he wasn't here. As if he was one of them. He snorts. He will never be like them. He wouldn't let himself. Not now. Not ever.
“Leo calm down!” Don exclaims, quickly by his side.
Shade turned his head away, continuing his struggle. He growls lowly, shutting his eyes as he twists and turns, pulls and tugs. He can't stand it here anymore. He feels hands clamp down on him which flares up his anger even more. He doesn't know what they thought they were going to do to him. He only knew he had to get free, kill them, and get out. He can only make out their voices faintly as he thrashes harder and harder.
“... come on Leo... don't do this...”
“... it's us...”
“... remember us Leo...”
“... my son. It's alright. You must calm yourself...”
Shade shakes his head, tuning the voices out. Calm down? No way. He will not calm down. He will not stop struggling. He will not stop yanking. He will not remember because he already knew who he was. He was a loner. He was a fighter. He was an assassin. And for the time being he worked for the Shredder. And his mission was still one and the same. Help kill the four mutants by any means necessary. And he will not stop until he has accomplished that. He gasps as things suddenly fade around him, his body stilling. Images going mostly dark.
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Raph could not believe this. Amnesia? Leo doesn't get amnesia. It just didn't happen. But as much as he hated to admit it... it did have a ring of truth to it. Why else would Leo not remember them or their father. Or worse yet, call himself Shade, wearing a black trench coat, hat tipped low over his eyes so they only looked like menacing orbs. He inwardly cringed, thinking that he had seen someone like this ten months ago. He absently bit his lip as he held Leo down, trying to keep his brother from hurting himself on the straps as the thought ran through Raph's head. He... he had fought a guy in a trench coat so long ago. Now that he thought about it, he wondered if it was really Leo. The brother that he thought had been dead. But had actually been alive. Possibly right in front of him.
He nearly freaked when he felt Leo go limp underneath his grip. “What's happening Don?”
“Leo...” Mikey whispered.
Don pulled himself off of the now still Leo. “I think he wore himself out...”
“But he's still twitching!” Raph growled.
Don watched Leo, staring as they all stood still next to the cot as Leo twitched.
“I believe he is having a flashback,” Splinter said softly.
Every eye turned to him, with the exception of Leo.
“What...” Mikey asked.
“A flashback,” Splinter repeated. “He was so intent on freeing himself, he seemed to be shutting us out.” He frowned. “I believe our voices got through to him and triggered this flashback.”
“Is that a good thing?” Raph asked, arching one eyeridge.
Splinter was quiet for a moment watching Leo twitch. “I believe so.”
“Will he remember us afterwards?” Mikey asked.
“Technically speaking... yes,” Don said. “That doesn't mean he'll believe it.”
Raph growled and paced the length of the lab. He ignored the efforts of his other brothers and father to stop his pacing. He just needed to burn off some nervous energy. And yes he did believe it was nervous energy. He was still shocked to think he might have actually fought his brother all those months ago. He remembered it as if it were yesterday. It wasn't a big deal back then. Ok maybe it was. The black trench coat guy had given him a good fight, pushing him back and almost right in front of a delivery truck speeding down the street.
He was scouting the streets that night, almost completely blinded by pain, rage, and grief. His older brother was gone. Taken from him. Without warning. Without cause. It would never be the same again. And those words. Those harsh, demanding, demeaning, cruel words he had yelled at his brother. Why did he have to say those things? He was so stupid at times. If he hadn't said those things, he'd still have his brother. And it hurt him so much to know he could never change it. He chuckled dryly to himself, knowing he would never tell another soul that thought.
A noise caught his attention. He stopped running and leaned over the side of the rooftop he was on. There was a gang of street punks ganging up on two little kids. The kids looked to be about seven and five. Raph growled. Those punks had no life! He slipped over the edge of the building and used his weight to kick one of the four punks into the wall. The body hit the wall with a sickening thud, making Raph smirk just slightly.
Two of the others turned to him, bringing out pipes. The last inched towards the children, pointing a gun at them and laughing sadistically.
Raph growled again and jumped over the two other punks, split kicking them as he did so and ramming into the guy with the gun. As he wrestled the gun from him, it went off. A shriek filled the air, making Raph's blood run cold. He looked up to see the five year old girl clutching her arm. His vision narrowed as he was about to throw a punch into the shooter's face, but found the gun was in his own hand, the one he had intended to punch the punk's gut with. A kick hit his chest, knocking him into the alley wall along with the little breath that he had. The guy that had originally held the gun was kicked into the other wall. The guy got up and scurried out of the alley.
Raph stood rubbing his head and catching his breath. As he did a guy in a black trench coat came closer to him. He was the one who had kicked the shooter into the wall causing him to flee. He didn't look too friendly, especially with that black fedora tipped so low over his head. He only saw dark eyes under that hat. Raph almost had the thought to flee the scene. Almost. But his pride wouldn't let him. He dropped the gun he found he still held in his hand and stood straight, ripping out his sai.
The trench coat guy narrowed his eyes. “Leave,” he growled darkly.
“And leave that girl with you?” Raph demanded. “She's bleeding and needs to be bandaged up.”
“I know that. I take care of her. And if you're here to hurt her too,” the guy paused. “Then I will not hesitate to kill you.”
Raph glared, looked at the girl, then back at the guy. “I don't believe you.”
“Which part doesn't not make sense to your thick skulled brain?”
Raph growled, dangerously close to loosing his temper. “She's afraid. I don't believe you'll help her.” Not that he liked kids, but he would still help one in need. It was what Leo would do. So it was what he would do.
The figure's gaze hardened. He unsheathed one black sword and leaped at Raph, swinging with a swift strike, hardly giving Raph enough time to dodge it.
Raph tightened his grip on his sai after dodging the sword and raised them to catch the blade's second incoming strike. Their weapons clicked and clanged as they hit, pulled back, and hit again. His eyes narrowed. Raph crouched and swiped his leg around, knocking the trench coat guy off of his feet. Seeing the guy jump right back up, Raph threw a punch from one hand and a kick from left foot. Only the kicked was dodged. But Raph was not expecting what came next. His sai were knocked clean from his hands, tossed behind him and a leg swept out kicking him in his chest. He flew through the air and hit the ground with a thud. Rubbing his chest he looked up and got back to his feet. A horn blared loudly and close. Raph whipped around to find himself outside of the alley and in the path of an oncoming semi truck! He dove back into the alley, landing on his belly, feeling the wind from the truck breeze past him, a little too close for comfort. Getting up again he looking around finding that he was all alone. No trench coat guy. No kids. No nothing. Raph snorted and retrieved his weapons totally ticked off. No one threw him in front of a speeding truck.
As the flashback faded from his mind Raph blinked finding himself standing near Leo's cot, no longer pacing. He sighed inwardly. He never saw that trench coat guy again. Not until Leo had led them to Central Park. And even then it didn't dawn on him that he was the same guy Raph had fought. He continued to watch Leo twitch, wondering when he would come out of it. And hoping that Leo would remember them when he did.
To be continued...
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Post by kat on Aug 1, 2009 3:38:22 GMT -6
“Then how do we bring his memory back?” Mikey asks, staring from Don to Shade and back again. “Hit him over the head?” “I'll do it,” Raph volunteers with a smirk across his face. Raph's flashback was interesting...you can see why Leo thinks that the turtles are bad, since Raph had the gun in his hand. Can't wait for more. And I read your summaries for upcoming stories They all look very interesting. You are going to be a busy bee
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Aug 2, 2009 15:13:34 GMT -6
Yeah I thought that's what Raph might say. And I had to make it really concrete for him to believe Raph was bad.
hehe yep. I'm excited.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Aug 7, 2009 23:32:23 GMT -6
Chapter 15
Shade feels his body slowly go limp on him, muscle by muscle. He tries to fight it, but it does no use, darkness fast falls upon him.
It doesn't appear long at all until it seems he is standing. He is no longer strapped to that bed. He is no longer in that lair. He looks down at himself. He is even wearing his black coat again. Reaching up, he feels his black hat. “What is going on?”
His feet starts moving of their own accord. He soon realizes he can't stop himself from moving forward. And he knows there is only one reason for that. This was another one of his horrid flashbacks. He would scowl if he could.
Shade walks through the alleyways, walking aimlessly until he comes to a group of thugs who barely give him a glance. They seem to be whispering amongst themselves until one looks right at him.
One snickers. “Who's that guy?”
Another grunts. “Probably just some punk.”
“Wonder if he knows about them green freaks,” the third one says.
Shade stops next to them. “I may.” His eyes narrow, seizing up each one. “Enlighten me.”
“Why should we?” the first one asks.
Shade cracks his knuckles. “Because I asked nicely.” His voice was calm, but he still had the desired affect on the three thugs.
The second starts speaking, tripping over his own words.
“Calm down,” Shade says almost amused. “I can't understand all that gibberish.”
The third one slaps the second. “I'll tell him.”
The second guy nods. The first just grunts, crossing his arms in front of him, but remaining silent.
The third turns back to Shade. “Those green freaks are trouble. Messin' up everybody's business. They're some sorta lizards or somethin'.”
“They got shells,” the first says. “They're turtles or somethin'.”
“Whateva!” the third yells. He calms down somewhat and turns back to Shade. “They have to be taken down. But all who try fail and get busted up.” He shakes his head. “They day we get them freaks is the day I'll finally shot fer joy. You watch yerself if ya run into 'em.” He drills Shade with a good stare. “Cuz no one else will. Ya got that?”
Shade nods. “Yeah. Got it.” He looks around slightly before focusing on the three thugs again. “They been around here lately?”
“Nope,” the second says. “Next few alleys over. No time and they'll be over here.” He seems to grin evilly.
Shade barely nods and moves on, thoughts running through his head as he walked. These lizards or turtles or whatever they were sounded to be very bad news. Hurting these people on the street. He hates that. He seems to scowl as he walks on.
The images soon fade and he sees two kids just up ahead. The kids are walking away from him. But they are familiar and turn to give him one last wave. As he sees their faces, he instantly recognizes them. Jack and Dani. His two little friends who had given him his name. He waves back and watches them disappear to another alley. He himself starts walking away, starting to drift in thought. He had seen those freaky green turtles giving lots of people trouble lately. It needs to end. One way or the other. He had to do something about it before they hurt these people. Or even his two little friends.
A scream pierces the air. A scream all to familiar. Dani!
Shade turns and sprints the way the kids had gone. He would not be too late to help them. They're the only friends he has. As he rounds the corner into another alley he halts in his tracks. There before him was three thugs getting beat up by that dreadful green turtle. The one wearing the red banana. He grits his teeth and watches as the thugs are brought down one by one until only the gun man was left, struggling with the turtle over the gun. Shade's muscles coil tighter as the gun goes off. Dani's shriek fills the air again. He narrows his eyes and rushes forward kicking the third thug from the turtle's grasp. The thug hits the wall and runs off. Shade narrows his eyes even further as he steps closer to the turtle. “Leave,” he growls darkly.
“And leave that girl with you?” Raph demands. “She's bleeding and needs to be bandaged up.”
“I know that. I'll take care of her. And if you're here to hurt her too...” Shade pauses and looks over to a crying Dani being held by her brother Jack. He turns back to the turtle. “Then I will not hesitate to kill you.”
Raph glares, looks at the girl, then back at Shade. “I don't believe you.”
“Which part does not make sense to your thick skulled brain?”
Raph growls, looking like his temper's about to snap. “She's afraid. I don't believe you'll help her.”
Shade's gaze hardens. He unsheathes one black sword from inside his coat and leaps at Raph, swinging with a swift strike, hardly giving the turtle enough time to dodge it.
Raph's grip on his sai tightened after dodging the sword and raised them to catch the blade's second incoming strike.
Their weapons clicked and clanged as they hit, pulled back, and hit again. Shade scowls, his eyes narrowing as he watches Raph suddenly crouch. Shade gets knocked off his feet, but jumps right back up, ready to knock out that blasted turtle. He saw the turtles leg coming and spun to the right to dodge it. A punch though caught him unaware to his jaw. Growling he swings his sword in a deadly arch, knocking the sai from the turtle before either of them blink. Shade jumps up, lashing out his leg and kicks the turtle hard in the chest, sending him flying and crashing to the ground in front of an oncoming truck, blaring it's loud horn.
Smirking, Shade turned and ran to the kids. He quickly picked up Dani and continues on. “Come on Jack,” he whispers.
“But what about the turtle?” Jack asks.
“Come on!”
Jack follows reluctantly. “But...”
“That turtle is evil. He will not hesitate to kill you. I did what I had to do to keep you and your sister safe. And your sister still needs help.”
Jack nods and keeps up with Shade. “Will she... be ok?”
Shade looks at Dani's arm as they run. Her sleeve isn't that red. “Yes. Seems to be only a graze. I will take care of her.”
Jack smiles softly.
The images fade into darkness. Shade pushes his eyes open. He feels weak and tired. Eyes scanning around the room, he finds he is back in the turtle's lair. Don, Mikey, and Splinter are still in the room. Raph is too, being the closest. The red turtle just stares at him.
Shade growls angry at this. “What?” he snaps.
“Remember anything?” Raph asks, crossing his arms in front of him.
“What's it to ya?”
Raph grunts. “I want to know.”
Shade rolls his eyes and snorts. This turtle must be insane. “Like I'd tell you.”
“So he's still not himself...” Mikey squeaks out.
“No,” Don says sadly.
“Just give him time my sons,” Splinter advises. “I do not believe it will be long.”
Shade grits his teeth, grounding them together. He starts pulling against the straps again. He is sick of them thinking he would change. He is never going to change. He's not who they think he is and he never will be.
“Don't make me hold you down Leo,” Raph ground out, watching Shade squirm under the straps.
Shade glares daggers at him. “Don't you dare touch me,” he threatens lowly.
“Then tell me what you saw.”
The air grows silent and thick. No one makes a move or a sound.
“No,” Shade growls. There was no way he would ever tell them anything. No now. Not later. Not ever. He tugs once again, feeling his left wrist starting to budge.
Raph's gaze narrows, looking like he's about to punch Shade.
Shade just smirks at the angered turtle, keeping his eyes up on Raph as to not alert any of them to fact that his wrist is coming free. “I dare you,” he whispers darkly.
“What did you say?” Raph blasts.
“You heard me.” Shade almost laughs, enjoying the angry gaze directed at him.
“Raph,” Don started.
Raph doesn't answer.
“Raphy...” Mikey tries.
Still no answer from the turtle in red. Shade's smirk turns into a more evil smile. This is almost fun.
Raph bristles, clenching his fists together.
“Raphael,” Splinter spoke up in a no nonsense tone.
“What?” Raph growls out.
“He's just goading you,” Don said. “Don't let him.”
“Easier said than done genius,” Raph muttered.
“Just give in why don't you,” Shade says low and smooth. “You'll enjoy it so much.” His voice hardens. “Just like you enjoyed shooting that kid so long ago.”
Raph's eyes widen, his jaw lowers a little.
“Speechless?” Shade asks with a satisfied smile. “Or does the cat have your tongue? Personally I hope it doesn't give it back to you. I'm tired of hearing that voice of yours.”
Raph shakes with anger and denial in his eyes.
The others seemed to be staring at Shade like he has a third eye.
Shade's smile widens even more. He is enjoying this too much. He knows that Raph remembers. They are too focused on what he has said to notice that he now has his left wrist free. The saps. Shock them and they loose their focus. He almost laughs. Plus with Raph standing right next to him, his sai in his belt... well no one has to guess at what Shade is planning if they knew he has one hand free. Shade jerks the sai from Raph's belt, effectively stealing it a second time, and cut himself free before they had a chance to move, much less register what had happened. He kicks Raph into Splinter as soon as he has one leg free. Getting off the bed, he really did laugh this time. An almost unstoppable evil laugh. Mikey's eyes were as wide as saucers! And it gives Shade so much pleasure.
To be continued...
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Post by kat on Aug 8, 2009 8:00:49 GMT -6
Oh no! They better get Leo back under wraps! Quick! He was really getting under Raph's skin... I hope that you can update soon. I will review on fanficion.net as soon as I can log into my account
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Aug 9, 2009 13:11:15 GMT -6
haha yeah. That Raph is.
Cool. I was having log in problems as well, but I got in this morning.
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Post by kat on Aug 9, 2009 14:39:04 GMT -6
Yeah, I got in too...but, check your story alerts. Your story and Mikell's story 'Mikey in Love' is gone from my alert list. It's weird. Mikell updated her story today, but it didn't go to my email.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Aug 11, 2009 6:48:08 GMT -6
Hmmm.... that is weird. I'll have to check that out.
I should have the next chapter up for this very soon.
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Post by kat on Aug 11, 2009 7:29:09 GMT -6
yeah, I guess it is a glitch in the site...
cool, can't wait.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Aug 17, 2009 22:57:03 GMT -6
Chapter 16
Raph crashed into Splinter, knocking them both to the ground. He was shocked, the breath knocked out of him. He hadn't expected Leo to get free, much less take his sai. For the second time he might add. He grumbled getting off of Splinter. No one stole his sai. Brother or not.
“Raphael, do not harm your brother,” Splinter said gently. “But you must restrain him.”
Raph nodded. Oh he was going to restrain him alright. And beat the memories back into that thick skulled head of his too. He looked over at his brother, watching the way he inched his way toward Mikey. The orange banded turtle just seemed to stare at Leo, eyes wide, terror written on his face. “Move Mikey!” Raph shouted at him.
Mikey didn't seem to respond, just standing there.
Leo took advantage of this before Raph could move and kicked Mikey hard in the stomach, sending the poor orange banded turtle into some of Don's shelving, knocking him a little senseless.
Raph growled and ran at Leo, one fist pulled back to deliver a nasty punch.
Leo spun and caught Raph's fist just as it came close to his cheek. He smirked, eying Raph for a moment. “I don't think so.” He turned and flipped Raph over his shoulder and jumped back a couple feet from Raph, turning to Don. His smirk grew as he flipped over Don, spinning and whacking his heel into Don's head before anyone could blink.
Splinter came up behind Leo and swept Leo off his feet with his walking stick. Though this didn't slow him for long as the old rat found himself face to face with his son again, appearing to wince as he stared into his sons eyes. “Leonardo. You must slow down and think about this.”
“I'm done thinking,” Leo hissed. He jumped forward, arm extended for a mean punch.
Splinter dodged it, slipping around Leo who growled at the miss hit. He tightened his grip on his walking stick and jumped out of the way of Leo's next kick.
“Hold still,” Leo grunted.
“You must stop my son,” Splinter tried again.
“Stop!” Leo yelled. “I'm not your son!” Enraged, he flipped over Splinter and thew a mean punch to the back of Splinter's head and kicked him into Don's crumpled form with a hard kick.
Raph was shaking as he watched his sensei fight Leo. What had been done to Leo? What lies was he told to make him hate them this much? To want to kill them. He growled. Enough was enough. It was time to hold Leo down and make him listen to the truth. He darted forward and jumped up with a fast kick.
Leo stumbled back from the impact. He smirked and righted himself. “Not bad.”
Raph grunted and swung his fist, only for Leo to catch it in mid swing.
“Maybe I should kill you first.”
“Don't you dare Leo,” Raph growled, ripping his fist out of his brother's grasp.
“Is that all you can say?” Leo shook his head and spun, swiping Raph off of his feet. “Pathetic.”
Raph landed with a thud on the floor and grumbled as he leaped back to his feet. “How 'bout this! You ain't my brother, so start acting like it!” He rushed at Leo and pounced on him, pinning him to the ground.
Leo glared up at him. “You're right. I'm not your brother. So how can I act like it.” He smiled evilly, a glint in his eyes.
Raph blinked at the foreign glint in his brother's eyes. He had never seen such an angry and evil look in Leo's eyes. He unconsciously loosened hold, felt one of Leo's hands slipping away, then a white hot pain before he could think to tighten his hold again. His eyes widened, his body froze in place. Slowly his eyes gazed down to the source of his pain. In his shoulder stuck his other sai. The third time Leo had stolen one in the last 7 hours. He scowled. Leo was going to pay for this one day.
A shadow loomed over Raph's head. Leo's eyes widened beneath him. Knowing another member of his family had to be behind him, but not knowing who, Raph tightened his grip on Leo despite the pain in his shoulder.
An object whipped past Raph and collided with Leo's head. The blue banded turtle went limp beneath him. Raph involuntary shuddered, feeling dizzy from the pain. The images around him were starting to go dark as he rolled off of Leo.
Mikey stared at him with wide eyes, kneeling down next to him and pulling out the sai from Raph shoulder. He pressed his hands over the wound. “Raph...” he squeaked out.
“It's gonna be ok Mike,” Raph whispered, giving a small smile. “Secure Leo. It'll be ok,” he whispered as he lost the fight for consciousness.
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Mikey didn't know what to do. Everyone was out. Don lay slumped in against the wall, Splinter was out cold not to far from Don, Raph was out from a stab would from his own sai, and Leo was out because he just had to knock him out. It just wasn't right. Mikey kept pushing against the wound on Raph's shoulder. He had to get Don over here to fix this. But he couldn't just get up and wake Don. More blood would just come forth. Still it had to be stopped. And now. “Donny!”
Don still lay out of it, unmoving.
Mikey bit his lip, starting to panic. He shook his head, trying to force the panic down and tried again. “Donny! Wake up!” he yelled louder.
This caused Don to stir slightly.
“Come on Don. Wake up. Raph needs you. Like now!”
Don jerked and sat up, rubbing the back of his head. “What? Ow... What hit me?”
“Leo did,” Mikey answered. “Now please Donny. Help me.”
Don looked over at him, his eyes widening. “Just hold on Mikey. Keep the pressure firm while I get what I need.”
Mikey barely nodded as he watched Don stand and go about the room, not exactly running, but not going around slow either.
The purple banded turtle grabbed bandages, gauze strips, and things for stitches, dumping them next to Mikey and pulled Mikey's hands off of Raph's shoulder wound.
Mikey backed away and let Don work. He sat on the floor, mesmerized by what Don was doing, biting his lip as Raph moaned. Come on Raph. Pull through this... he thought to himself. He didn't want to loose two brothers.
“Mikey, go get a bucket and cloth. We need to clean the blood off,” Don ordered.
“Sure thing...” Mikey jumped to his feet, glad for the fact that his stomach no longer hurt where Leo had kicked him. He raced into the kitchen, grabbing the first bowl he could find, and filling it with water. Grabbing a cloth from the drawer, he took the bowl and returned to the lab. Raph was now mumbling more and Don looked to be done with the stitch work. “Here Donny.”
“Thanks.” Don started gently cleaning off the blood around the wound.
The silence seemed to envelope the two of them as Mikey looked around. Splinter was still out. He bit his lip. “Is sensei going to wake up?”
Don finished working on Raph's shoulder and looked over at Splinter. The old rat's fingers started to move. “Yeah. He'll be fine. He's starting to wake up now. I would've been worried if he hadn't moved for another few minutes.”
Mikey nodded.
“Help me get Raph on one of the cots,” Don said, putting his stuff aside.
“Ok.” Mikey took Raph's legs, while Don carefully grabbed him under the arms and together they hoisted Raph onto one of the cots. Once that was done, Mikey stepped back and turned to eye the still unconscious Leonardo. “What about Leo?”
“I don't know Mikey,” Don said after awhile. “It's just going to take time.”
“He's going to be torn when he does remember us.”
Don sighed. “Yes. But we'll help him through it.”
“I hope so.” Mikey gulped. The road would be hard, but he wanted his brother back too much to quit hoping. He slowly walked over to Leo and knelt down next to him. Touching his forehead brought no response. “Raph said we have to secure him again.”
Don joined Mikey and nodded. “It's for the best until he has his memory back.”
“Who do you think turned him against us like this?” Mikey whispered.
“I do not believe it was the Foot,” Splinter said, walking over to them.
“Why not?” Don asked.
“You told me about the incident in the park. How the Shredder had believed he had killed Leonardo. If the Shredder had believed this then how could he instill these dark thoughts into Leo?”
Mikey thought about it and shrugged. It did make sense. “Then who else could have made him like this sensei?” He was at a loss of who else there could be.
Splinter placed his hand on Leo's forehead.
“Maybe the Purple Dragons,” Don suggested.
“That is possible,” Splinter said thoughtfully. “But we must not give up hope. Leonardo will remember soon. I am sure of it.”
Both turtle nodded.
Mikey sighs. “Should we put him back on the cot?”
“That would be best,” Splinter conceded.
Mikey sighed, but nodded. He looked to Don, who grabbed Leo under the arms. Mikey took the cue and grabbed Leo by the legs. Together the two carried Leo back to the bed and restrapped him down. “I want Leo back,” he said softly.
Don put his arm around Mikey after they were finished. “Me too.”
Mikey hugged his brother, his tears finally spilling down his cheeks. He almost didn't feel the two furry robbed arms that encircled the two turtles. He caught a glimpse of his sensei also crying a few tears. Come back Leo. We need you.
To be continued...
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Post by kat on Aug 19, 2009 3:48:25 GMT -6
Oh wow, poor Raph...I'm glad Mikey was able to wake Don up. Raph is not going to be a happy camper when he wakes up. I can't wait for another update.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Aug 19, 2009 14:00:39 GMT -6
Oh no he's not. lol I'm not sure what'll happen with Raph yet. ^^ I'll have the next chapter up in a few days.
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