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Post by Robert on Feb 9, 2010 5:39:28 GMT -6
Wow, amazing! Really, the tension between them at the beginning of the chapter. The part when Don bursts out ("Pathetic" is more of the Shredder's style of speech, don't you agree?) Mikey and Raph argue only five times a day? I thought it's more than that. The ninja tag at the end is a real slice to the story (I mean in a good way). What more can I say? Nicely done!
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Feb 10, 2010 23:04:21 GMT -6
Oh I don't know. If you fight with Shredder enough a word might rub off to be used when really ticked off.
Yeah I think so too, but that was all Rai caught... Or he stopped couting. lol We all know there's more.
Thank ya very much.
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Post by Robert on Feb 13, 2010 6:54:22 GMT -6
Yep, I suppouse you're right, but he's the "sensitive" one as all we know. You're welcome. I enjoy reading this. Btw can you give me your link of the page where all your fics are on that Fanfic website? I promised long ago that I'll visit it and since the exams are over (for now at least) I thought I'll read some of your other stories too.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Feb 14, 2010 11:44:53 GMT -6
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Post by Robert on Feb 15, 2010 6:46:55 GMT -6
Okay, thanks! Btw it seems I have to be registered on that site in order to review the stories. Tell you what, I'll post my comments here somewhere or send you in a PM once I've read some, okay?
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Feb 15, 2010 10:23:06 GMT -6
You're welcome.
That sounds fine.
You can do a review without an account there also. You click review at the bottom and it pops up a smaller window with two boxes, one to write a name in and another for the review. It will give you an option to log into an account or not to.
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Post by Robert on Feb 17, 2010 5:44:07 GMT -6
Okay I'll do that.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Feb 17, 2010 15:03:45 GMT -6
ok. Sounds good.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Apr 17, 2010 22:15:15 GMT -6
Mmm... think I'd best get this up here too. Chapter 3 He was very engrossed in his work. It was very delicate work after all with chemicals. One wrong move and you could blow something. Most likely yourself… The good doctor sighed as the drop slipped off the dropper and into the vile, turning the liquid from blue to green. “Good. Good…” he muttered as he nodded to himself. He picked up another dropper, this one holding a drop of a red chemical. He smirked to himself. If this mix worked, it would be added to his life’s work. One more step forward, one more step closer to his biggest achievement yet. The lab door banged open. “Dr. Masato!” a female voice snapped. Dr. Masato jumped, quickly pulling the dropper with the red liquid away from his chemical mix. He straightened and turned to the woman who had entered his lab. “What is it Mistress Karai?” he bowed his head slightly to avoid letting her see the annoyance in his eyes. “I have returned and have the final piece to the project,” Karai smirked at him. “You are to continue and finish the device.” Dr. Masato nodded. “Of course Mistress. I can have it finished by tomorrow morning.” “Tonight Dr. Masato,” Karai demanded firmly. “We do not have time to wait.” He barely contained a sigh. “As you wish. Consider it ready within a couple hours.” Karai looked satisfied. “Good.” She stepped forward and handed the small black device to him, the size of a watch battery. “Report when it is finished.” He took the device and nodded. “As you wish.” Karai smirked and turned, retreating from his lab with the clicking of her heels echoing behind her. Dr. Masato looked at the small devise. It was so small, yet coupled with the other part of the device, it would wreck the kind of havoc the Master wanted. He glared at the little thing. It was the continuation of a project that Dr. Stockman had once started before he mysteriously disappeared. He didn’t care what had happened to the old doctor. He did care, however, that he wasn’t the one to come up with this idea. “It is genius…” he grudgingly admitted. He sighed, having to forget his little chemical project for the moment. “She certainly was gone long enough to retrieve you,” he said to the little black object. Crossing the room, he set it on a metal table and turned to the cabinet to his right. This whole half of the room seemed to be made of cabinets, with only one metal table wedge up to the wall between them. The rest of the lab on the other side consisted of four more metal tables and multiple computers. Much of it was used by Dr. Stockman, but since the loony doctor wasn’t in the building anymore, Dr. Masato had seen no reason not to use the old doctor’s lab. The machines in it were still good enough. Dr. Masato took the other piece of the device out of the cabinet. It was just slightly bigger than the new little black object Karai had brought to him. He gathered his tools and set to work to combine the two, a smirk growing upon his face. Once this was completed and the plan set into motion, it would be quite fun to see it unfold. Quite fun indeed. --- Rai stood on a ledge hidden in the night’s shadows, breathing hard as he stayed out of Mikey’s sight. He could just make out Don on the next rooftop over, nodding to him to indicate that Mikey had taken a different direction. He nodded back. They had been chasing each other over the rooftops for at least two hours now. Mikey had caught up to both him and Don, but managed to get tagged back. He chuckled to himself. The look on Mikey’s face after getting tagged back ten minutes after running away from him was priceless. He had seen a glimpse of both Leo and Raph over the last two hours, but as far as he knew, neither had been tagged. He looked around again after catching his breath, his tail flicking behind him, ears flickering to listen for Mikey’s footsteps, should he come back this way again. An enraged scream carried on the wind. Rai snapped his head in Don’s direction, only to get stared at by the purple banded turtle. They blinked at each other. Don jerked and sprinted off. Rai bolted after Don as he ran in the direction of the scream. It was Raph. He knew it by the rage carried in the scream. He hoped the red turtle wasn’t in any trouble. He continued running across the rooftops, keeping up with Don as they flipped over onto the next building. What they saw made them stop and stare. Mikey was in a headlock, courtesy of Raph. “Take it back!” Raph growled. Mikey opened his mouth, but apparently nothing came out, or nothing that came out could be heard. “Not again…” Rai sighed. Don shook his head, quickly starting towards the two turtles. “Better go break it up…” he murmured. Rai nodded and quickly followed him across the rooftop. “Raphael,” a voice barked sharply, making the four of them freeze. Leo flipped down on the rooftop from a taller building, glaring at Raph. “What is going on?” Raph glared back at Leo. “The conniving little…” “Raphael,” Leo said sharply, cutting Raph off. “Watch your language.” “And what are you going to do about it fearless?” Raph demanded, letting Mikey go. Mikey stepped away, taking deep breaths. “Dude you just tried to kill me.” “Don’t make me follow through with it,” Raph retorted. “Raphael,” Leo said exasperated. Don quickly went to Mikey’s side. “You ok?” “Yeah…” Mikey managed. Rai joined Don with Mikey. The orange turtle looked a little ruffled, but otherwise ok. He turned back to watch Leo and Raph glare at each other. Guess the nightly running of ninja tag didn’t help the hothead’s temper and only sparked Leonardo’s. “I asked you what you were going to do about it,” Raph repeated, clearly agitated. Leo continued to glare at Raph, eyes narrowed slightly. “What even started this?” he demanded. Raph crossed his arms. “His tricks again Leonardo. If he doesn’t stop playing the death card, I really will kill him.” “You don’t have that in you,” Leo sighed with a shake of his head. “Let it go Raph. Just… go blow off some steam if you have to, just calm down.” Raph snorted. “Whatever.” He at glared at all of them before silently stalking past Mikey, Don, and Rai. “Idiot,” he muttered, stopping to glare at Mikey. Rai watched Raph closely and could tell everyone else was too. A clatter of a rock echoed, causing Rai’s ear to twitch. He saw Leo stiffen out of the corner of his eye. A faintly whistling carried through the air seconds later. “Raph!” Leo yelled. “What-“ Raph started to say. Rai grabbed Raph’s arm and jerked him to the side, falling to the ground from Raph’s weight suddenly falling on him from the confusion. An arrow pierced the roof where Raph had been standing, a white piece of paper attached to it. To be continued...
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Apr 17, 2010 22:17:10 GMT -6
Chapter 4
Keith ran across the rooftops on his own. No ninja was with him this time. At least not yet. For now he would just get the attention of one of the turtles and meet up with the other ninjas afterward. He really hoped the Elite Guard wouldn’t be among those he would meet up with later. But that was a hope. Hope never helped in his opinion. Never came true either.
He came to a stop, seeing the red banded turtle slinking through the rooftop shadows. The orange one seemed to be far off, but coming closer. He stayed on a ledge where he was hidden and looked passed Michelangelo to a black and red striped tail he saw twitching in the breeze. “Raison…” he whispered. “Now where are Donatello and Leonardo?”
Keith kept his eyes peeled for the blue banded turtle. At first he saw nothing, but then he saw a faint wave of blue off to the left of where Raphael was. Perfect… They were all out here. With the way the five of them were acting, they were mostly likely playing some sort of game. Ninja tag if he wasn’t mistaken. He hated that game.
His eyes narrowed. With them all together, he would have to split them up to lure one off. “But how?” he murmured. An idea presented itself to him, making a smirk curl across his face.
Keith slipped off the ledge and down onto the fire escape of the building he had been perched on. He found an unlocked window and slipped inside. Finding himself in what looked to be a living room, he started searching around for a desk. There was a TV to his left, a couch in front of that, a book shelf on the wall beside that, a hall on the far wall, and on the left wall was a wooden desk. “Bingo,” he whispered, gaze glued to the desk.
He strode over to the desk and rifled through it for a piece of paper. Finding that and a pen in the second drawer, he scratched out a note.
“Raphael, Meet me at the seventh district warehouse on the south end of the city. It is very urgent that I talk to you. Come alone. I wish to speak to you in private.”
Satisfied with what was written on it, he stood straight and turned around to face a growling dog. It was black and quite large to be living in an apartment. “Oh be quiet,” he muttered to the dog and strode back to the window.
The dog barked loudly and lunched for the Foot ninja.
Keith pulled a shirken out of his belt and hurled it at the dog’s forehead. He turned and climbed out of the window as he heard a yelp. By the time he closed the window and climbed back up to the roof, he could just barely make out a faint cry. Most likely it belonged to the owner of the dog.
Striding back to his lookout spot, Keith attached the note to an arrow surveyed the area. He spotted Michelangelo creep near Raphael and just fall over with a gasp. Leonardo was now nowhere to be seen. Raphael however had seen Michelangelo collapse.
“Mikey!” Raph called loudly, rushing over. He slid down to his knees next to his orange banded brother. He shook him. “Wake up!” Apparently there was no response and Raphael again repeated the demand. “Mikey wake up!”
Mikey’s hand shot up and slapped Raph’s chest. “Gotcha!” Raph stared at his brother and then pulled back, glaring at Mikey. “Why you…” He growled and tackled his orange banded brother, catching him in a choke hold.
Keith turned his gaze to the far side of the rooftop the two turtles were on and spotted Donatello and Raison landing on that same rooftop. Now that only left Leonardo to join the party once again. He only needed Raphael to see the note, but why not add in a little aggravation to everyone else as well?
Just as that thought ran through his head, Leonardo jumped onto the rooftop. “Raphael!” Leo barked sharply, making the others freeze. “What is going on?”
Raph glared back at Leo, still holding onto Mikey. “The conniving little…”
“Raphael,” Leo said sharply, cutting Raph off. “Watch your language.”
“And what are you going to do about it fearless?” Raph demanded, letting Mikey go.
Mikey stepped away, taking deep breaths. “Dude you just tried to kill me.”
Keith chuckled. If only Raphael would do just that. But he had bigger plans to attend to at the moment than mere wishing. He held up his bow and pulled the arrow with the note back against the string. He watched them a little longer, not able to understand much of what was going on now that he wasn’t paying attention to the words. He was more focused on getting his aim right. He waited until Raphael finished arguing with Leonardo and started stalking past Mikey, Rai, and Don. He pulled a little more against the string when Raphael stopped to glare at Michelangelo. A smirk slid across his face. He let go of the string, letting the arrow fly. Keith’s eyes followed it as he backed more into the shadows to stay out of their sight. A growl escaped him as he watched the blue banded turtle stiffen and the tiger pull Raphael from the arrow’s intended target. It landed harmlessly in the rooftop’s surface. Keith’s eyes narrowed as he turned on his heel. He may not have been able to hurt Raphael with the projectile, but he would soon have what he wanted anyway. “But not soon enough,” he muttered darkly.
To be continued...
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Apr 17, 2010 22:20:27 GMT -6
Chapter 5
Raphael scrambled off of Rai as soon as he could, completely confused and enraged. What was the tiger’s problem now?
“You’re welcome,” Rai muttered as they both stood up.
Raph glared. “What for?”
“How about for making sure you didn’t get skewered,” Leo said as he picked up the arrow from the rooftop.
Raph just grunted. He didn’t want to appear soft. Especially not now. And besides… he knew that arrow was coming… sort of… “Well, what’s it say Fearless?”
“Yeah Leo! Come on, tell us!” Mikey said excitedly.
Raph rolled his eyes, but kept his mouth shut for once.
Leo’s eyes narrowed. “It’s addressed to you Raph. Someone wants to talk to you.”
“Well at least someone does,” Mikey quickly said. “Probably doesn’t know how tight of a choke hold Raphie can do.”
Raph growled, fists balling up and rising only to be stopped by a light green hand.
“Don’t Raph,” Don said and let go.
Raph blew out a frustrated breath and let his fist fall back to his side. “That’s all it says?” he asked stiffly.
Leo shook his head. “It says come alone.” “Is it signed at all?” Rai asked.
Leo again shook his head. “No. No marks or writing of any kind to indicate who sent it.”
“Probably just some prankster,” Raph grumbled.
“What if it’s someone in trouble?” Mikey asked. “Someone who needs some dashing green heroes?”
“Ah hem…” Rai muttered, definitely not green.
“Oh right, green with some black, and red,” Mikey said with a grin. “But mostly just us green heroes.”
Rai shook his head.
Raph just rolled his eyes at Mikey’s antics.
“But suppose someone really does need our help,” Don spoke up. “We can’t just leave them hanging…”
“Or it could be a trick,” Leo said. “Why ask for only Raphael?”
“Why would an enemy ask for only Raph when they know we’re here as well?” Rai pointed out.
Leo nodded. “That’s true…”
Raph had had enough of all this talk. He was going to find out what was up. No one just threw arrows at him whenever they felt like it. No way! “Well I don’t know about you guys, but I’m gonna find out what’s up. It say a destination Fearless?”
“Whoa, wait a minute Raph. It still could be a trap,” Leo said quickly.
“We should stick together,” Don added.
Raph walked up to Leo and snatched the note out of his brother’s hand. “Then don’t be seen,” he whispered with a smirk across his face. “And stay close if you’re scared about it.” He backed away from Leo before he could react and ran, flipping off the building. He was going to find out what this was about, whether Fearless wanted him to or not.
As soon as he had gotten a few rooftops away, he could hear the others behind him. He heard a few grumblings, but knew they were coming with, despite having second thoughts about this. A quick look back showed him nothing except that they were staying out of sight. “Well good,” he whispered to himself. “I can do this on my own.”
He looked at the note.
“Seventh district warehouse huh? Well here I come.”
When Raph got there, it was still. Nothing stirred except for the water of the nearby dock. He looked around, but saw no one. He strained to listen, but heard nothing except for his beating heart. He knew the others were behind him somewhere, but was relieved that they were quiet. Should this actually be a trap, he didn’t want noise to alert whoever it was that he wasn’t following the note’s instructions to the letter.
A caped figure stepped out of the alley beside the warehouse, standing next to the warehouse’s door. His hand beckoned Raph to follow before he disappeared into the warehouse.
Raph could almost hear Leo telling him to stay in their line of sight, but he didn’t listen to the feeling he had. He followed the figure right inside, completely confident he could handle this.
Inside he kept walking until he found the hooded figure once more. “Alright, what do you want?” Raph demanded.
“You’re help,” the figure said softly.
“My help?” Raph asked incredulous. No one asked for his help. “Why? And why not all of us instead of just me?”
The figure hesitated. “I am not ready to ask the others.” “Scared?” Raph mocked.
“No. I don’t trust them.”
Raph cocked an eyeridge. That was a new one on him. “Ok…”
“Walk with me. It’s not safe to keep to one spot. The enemy I have is near. This is why I need your help.” The figure walked out through a back door of the warehouse as he spoke.
Raph followed him out and down an alley. What enemy was he speaking of? The Foot? The dragons? The mob? Someone new? Whoever it was, he would love to smash his fist into their faces, whether it helped this person or not. He started to wonder just who this guy was since the figure had not said anything about his appearance. That meant either Raph already knew him or that he was a freak as well even though Raph hated to think of that word.
“Who is this enemy?”
“The snakes,” the figure replied as they walked.
“And they are?”
“A new gang in the city.”
Raph scowled. “Haven’t heard of them.”
“They’re new here,” the figure said quickly.
Raph wasn’t sure if he should believe that or not. “Alright… then they followed you here.”
The figure nodded. “Yes.”
“And what do they want from you?” “Payback.”
Raph let that run through his mind. Everyone wanted payback. That wasn’t new. Though, he kept thinking that the man’s voice seemed familiar somehow. Like he had spent a lot of time around this person before, but he just couldn’t place it.
The figure stopped. “They’re here…” he whispered.
“Who? The snakes?”
The figure nodded quickly. “Yes yes.” He shoved weight like object into Raph’s hands. “Take this and run. They must not have this.”
“But…” Raph started.
“Go!” he whispered harshly.
Raph narrowed his eyes, but ran. It was a relief to be away from that guy. He gave him the creeps for some reason.
After a few blocks of running, he suddenly realized his hands hurt. Looking down, he saw blood covering them and the object.
“What the…”
His vision started clouding on him then. He stopped running as everything started spinning. Dropping the object, he merely stood there and stared at the alley, confused. His body didn’t seem to want to cooperate with him. His vision continued to fade on him until it went completely dark. The last thing he remembered was hitting the hard street beneath him.
To be continued...
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Apr 17, 2010 22:22:42 GMT -6
Chapter 6
Keith smirked. Everything was going according to plan. He threw the hood from his cloak off his head, keeping to the shadows to avoid being spotted by the others. Raphael would soon be knocked out by the small black canister. It would not only emit a knock out gas, but with small spikes it would inject a little into his bloodstream through his hands for a faster knock out. Now all that was left was to go collect him without running into the others. He estimated that he had a few minutes at least before Leonardo ordered the others to storm the warehouse. He would wait to be sure he wasn’t putting Raphael in danger, but Keith knew Leo would not wait long.
He left the warehouse behind and started briskly walking the way Raphael had run. Keith shook his head. The sap was just a bit gullible. This would have been easier to pull off with Michelangelo, but he wanted a little revenge with Raphael. He always hated the red masked turtle’s anger problem.
A couple alleys away from the warehouse, Keith found Raphael sprawled unconscious on the black pavement, the little container a few feet away. “So it worked,” he whispered with satisfaction. “Good.”
Keith poked Raphael to make sure that he was indeed unconscious. When he got no response, he rolled Raph over and pulled out his cell. “Bring a truck. I have one,” he ordered the ninja who answered.
“It is on its way,” the ninja confirmed almost robotically.
Keith hung up and started dragging Raphael to another alley. He had to keep moving if he wanted to stay away from the others. They were most likely in the warehouse now. They wouldn’t be far behind for long.
He got through a second ally, breath coming out a little harder. He had forgotten how heavy Raphael was. Though he was glad the knockout gas had worked so well. It would seem Raph would be out for a couple of hours.
The sound of an engine approached stopping near him as he rounded another corner. A dozen ninja hopped out of the black van and quickly relieved Keith of his burden.
“It’s about time,” Keith muttered.
The ninja didn’t answer as they threw Raphael in the back of the truck and hopped inside.
Keith huffed and got in the passenger side, crossing his arms.
The van took off, speeding down the street, heading straight for the Foot Headquarters. Once the van reached its destination, it drove straight into an underground parking garage.
Keith quickly exited the van as soon as it had stopped, heading into the garage’s elevator with the ninjas on his heels. They carried Raph in beside him and waited as the elevator went up.
It opened on the 54th floor with the Elite Guard standing right in front of the doorway.
Keith narrowed his eyes. “I got one of them,” he muttered to them.
“I can see that,” the first Elite huffed.
“Any reason for choosing this one?” the second demanded.
Keith smirked. “His anger problem.”
The lead Elite Guard smirked. “Take him to the cell then report to Master Shredder.”
Keith nodded curtly and led the way out of the elevator, the foot soldiers behind him. He walked down the halls, past the empty rooms and laboratories of this floor. At the end of the hall on the left, he opened a door and watched as the ninjas threw Raphael inside. Once they had cleared the room, Keith slammed the door and turned on his heel. It was time to talk with Shredder. He practically hated this part.
Reluctantly, Keith went back to the elevator and rode it all the way to the top floor. The doors to Shredder’s throne room opened almost of their own accord. He stopped at the center of the room and bowed down on one knee, head dipped.
“You have captured him,” it was stated more of a statement then a question.
“Yes.”
“Good. Is the doctor ready?” he demanded.
Keith looked up at the Shredder. He was not clothed in his metal armor, but that didn’t make him look less demanding. “I do not know.”
“Find out and let me know right away!”
Keith nodded. “As you wish master.”
“Go!” Saki thundered.
Keith rose to his feet and swiftly exited the room, entered the elevator, and rode it once more. He crossed his arms as he waited for it to reach the doctor’s floor. He didn’t like this doctor one bit. If he hated Stockman, he really hated this guy. Masato had an eerie quality about him. He would often talk about chopping off an arm and flinging it around as if he was talking about something like the weather or whatever drink he was drinking he’d had recently. He shook his head at that and exited the elevator as soon as it dinged.
He swung open the door to Dr. Masato’s lab and strode inside. “Is it ready?” he demanded.
Masato instantly turned to him. “It isn’t a good idea to stride in here like that. You could cause an explosion and most likely die. Then where would Saki’s ninja be? Oh yes, with someone new to lead your section of the Foot.”
“You forget that you would be dead as well,” Keith snarled, not at all happy with the situation at the moment.
Dr. Masato shrugged. “What is it you want?”
“Are you finished with the device?”
“Hm… are you asking or is the Master?”
Keith ground his teeth. This guy was also infuriating. “You know very well who’s asking.”
Dr. Masato chuckled. “Yes. Well then, I guess I should answer the question then. You can tell Mr. Saki that yes, it is indeed finished.”
“Good,” Keith ground out. He took out his communicator and once he had a link with Saki, spoke into it. “It’s ready.”
“Then bring the turtle to him and tell the doctor to continue on to the next phase,” Saki ordered.
The communicator clicked as Saki closed the transmission.
“I’ll be ready for him when you return,” Dr. Masato chirped as soon as it was quiet.
Keith put it back in his belt and looked up at Dr. Masato. “You better be,” he snarled and strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Oh yeah, he hated that guy.
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Apr 17, 2010 22:25:29 GMT -6
Chapter 7
Leo waited anxiously on the rooftop. Was Raphael insane?! He shouldn’t have gone into the warehouse alone. He never should have even let Raph do this at all! It was so not a good idea. Master Splinter would not be happy if they returned home without Raph or worse bring Raphael home dead. Of course he himself wouldn’t be happy either, but that wasn’t the point. This should not have happened.
He could feel the stares of the others on him and at the moment it wasn’t helping him think at all. Biting his lip, he waited, but Raph didn’t come out of the warehouse and neither did that stranger. He didn’t want to put Raph in danger by going in and startling whoever it was, but he couldn’t wait out here all night. If he did wait, Raph very well might end up dead.
“Any ideas?” Rai asked, coming closer for a better view.
Leo shook his head. “Not yet.”
“We’ll we better think of something dudes,” Mikey spoke up. “What if something’s happening in there? We should go find out or something.”
“I know Mikey,” Leo whispered calmly, despite not feeling calm at all.
“But if we go in there too soon, if that guy really is bad news, we could put Raph in danger,” Don whispered, looking at the warehouse with binoculars from his shoulder bag.
“Exactly,” Leo muttered. “You see anything Don?”
“No.”
Leo frowned. It was quiet in there. There had to be a way to look in without going directly in just yet, but the warehouse didn’t appear to have any windows, at least on this side.
“What about the skylight?” Rai asked, as if reading Leo’s mind.
Leo blinked. The skylight? He looked at the warehouse’s rooftop and sure enough there was a large skylight in the roof. “That’ll do.”
He looked up and down the street before giving the signal to the others and leading them across the street and to the corner of the warehouse. Leo pulled out his shutho spikes and started climbing up the side of the wall. Once on the roof, Leo crept to the skylight. He looked back at the others, who were very close behind him and waiting. He turned back to the skylight and slowly peered in.
And saw nothing.
Nothing except an empty warehouse with a few large boxes scattered about the room that they could see.
Mikey gasped.
Leo looked up instantly. “What?!” he demanded.
“It’s empty,” Mikey said simply.
Leo glared at him, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He’d thought something or someone had come up behind them. Rai peered into the glass. “There doesn’t appear to be much for other rooms in there…”
“You’re right,” Don said slowly. “Those four other rooms look small, so this large area must be most of the warehouse.”
“So if they had gone anywhere it would have to be one of those rooms for us to not have seen them come out?” Rai murmured.
“Or a back door,” Leo muttered.
“Don’t all warehouses have a back door?” Mikey questioned.
“Most, but not all,” Don answered. “The ones old enough to be condemned may not have one, but it is extremely unlikely.”
“So what now then?” Mikey asked after a pause.
“Let’s go.” Leo turned and climbed down to street level and crept to the warehouse door, still uneasy. He pushed open the door slightly and peeked in. The large space was still as deserted as they had seen from looking in through the skylight.
“See anything?” Don asked.
“No,” Leo whispered, opening the door a little more. He snuck inside and counted off the rooms he could see. Four. Two on the left and two on the right. Same as what they saw from the roof. He signaled for the others to each check out one. He himself headed for the first one on the right. He opened it the door and peered inside to an empty room. Sighing, he shut the door and turned to look at Mikey who had taken the second door on the right.
Mikey looked back at Leo. “Nothin’ in here dude.” He shut the door. “Absolutely nothing.”
“Don?” Leo asked, surprised that the warehouse was so empty. Of course it was also abandoned on top of that.
“Just a few boxes,” Don answered from the first room on the left.
Rai shut the door to the second left room. “Same here.”
Leo scanned the warehouse. There were no other doors, but…
A small hallway was at the back of the building. He put a finger to his lips to indicate silence to the others. Slowly, he crept to the hall and looked around the corner as the hall turned. Seeing nothing, he waved the others to follow and continued. It dead ended at a large door.
“Wanna guess what’s behind door number one?”
“Shh…” Don and Rai shushed Mikey.
“Or really it’s door number five,” Mikey continued. “Or six if you count the front door…”
“Mikey!” Leo whispered harshly.
“Sorry…”
Leo put his hand on the knob and turned it slowly, pulling the door open and barely sticking his head into the area beyond. He let out a frustrated sigh.
“What’s in there?” Mikey asked.
“An alley.”
“An alley is in the warehouse?!”
Rai smacked Mikey on the shoulder. “Seriousness now Mikey. Please.”
“It leads outside,” Leo muttered. “They did go out the back door.” He opened the door the rest of the way. “Come on. Let’s go.” He ran outside and followed the alley. A quick check to the left indicated that the alley turned and ended up at the street where they had been waiting for Raph in the first place. Right though, turned into a new alleyway before wrapping around the rest of the warehouse. Leo led the way, but didn’t see Raph or the mysterious stranger anywhere. Soon the alley branched off into two different alleys. “Let’s split up. Mikey you’re with me.”
“You want us to take left or right?” Rai asked.
“Left,” Leo said. “And hurry. The longer this goes on the worse it might end up.”
Don and Rai nodded before taking off down the left alley.
Leo turned down the right alley with Mikey behind him. He was surprised that Mikey was being quiet now, but was grateful at the same time. He didn’t need the distraction adding to his worry, but now that Mikey was quiet, that was a distraction as well.
They followed the alley as far as it went with no sign of Raph or the stranger. The alley finally ended at a street, a couple cars driving by. Leo eased back into the shadows, eyes narrowed. Raph would be so in for a lecture when this was all over. No lone wolf missions.
A cell chirped interrupting the silence and Leo’s thoughts.
He picked it up. “Find anything?”
“Yeah, we did,” Don said grimly.
“What is it?” Leo asked carefully, not liking the sound of Don’s voice.
“Blood,” Don reported. “Not a lot, but enough.”
“Enough for what?” Leo asked alarmed. “Could Raph be badly hurt?”
“No, not at all,” Don said quickly. “It’s just very small splotches on the pavement, but it’s recent. You two should get over here.”
“I may have found something to do with it,” Rai’s voice carried over the cell.
“We’re coming,” Leo said and shut the cell.
“They found him?” Mikey asked hopefully.
Leo shook his head. “They found something though.”
The two of them raced back the way they had come and down the alley Don and Rai had gone down. When they reached the two, they saw Don inspecting small black object that looked like a black exercise weight, except it had spikes on it as well. Rai stood next to him, looking at the object as well.
“What is that?” Leo asked.
“Don’t know for sure,” Don answered. “But Rai found it by the alley wall. The spikes are covered in blood though, which probably explains the blood on the pavement.” He looked up at Leo. “Raph was drugged.”
Leo looked at the black object, then at Don. “Are you sure?” “I’m positive,” Don nodded. “It has an eerie smell to it, sort of like chlorofoam. The blood would suggest at it was injected as well. He’ll be out for a couple hours.”
“Great,” Leo muttered. “Can you trace him?”
“Yeah, just give me a minute.”
Leo waited as Don pushed buttons on his shell cell. He could see that Rai and Mikey were impatient as well.
“Got him!” Don’s face fell. “He’s at the Foot’s headquarters.” Leo sighed. Figured… “Well let’s go get him out before they know we know they’ve got him.”
“Dude that’s almost a tongue twister,” Mikey said, in an attempt to lighten the mood.
Leo sighed. “Almost…” He looked up at the rooftops in the direction he knew the Foot tower stood. “Let’s go,” he said with resolve and climbed up to the rooftops.
To be continued...
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Post by LilNinjaWolf on Apr 17, 2010 22:27:19 GMT -6
Chapter 8
Raph groans as he starts to come to. He feels sluggish, like he’d pulled an all nighter again. Funny. He didn’t remember doing that. Could be because he feels so tired…
He pried his eyes open to find it very bright. Quickly closing his eyes again, he resigned to just letting himself wake up. After a few minutes, he could feel his arms and legs again. His fingers moved slightly before he froze, feeling a pair of hands on each arm. Someone was carrying him.
Raph remained as if he were still out of it as he tried to piece together what was going on. He slit his eyes open again to find himself surrounded by black clothed people.
Foot…
They were everywhere as if there were no floor or walls. Just a black mass of people.
They stopped in front of a door and the sea of Foot ninjas parted until there was just one Foot ninja standing in front of the door.
Keith…
“You’re awake,” Keith grunted.
Raph smirked, glaring at him. “Yep. Now what are you going to do about it?” He didn’t want to show the fact that he was just a little bit scared. He was way out numbered, but he would fight his way out, or at least try. He didn’t like his odds though.
Keith snickered. “Not me. Dr. Masato is the one who’s going to do something about it. You’ll just have to wait and find out.” Raph narrowed his eyes, saying nothing.
Keith snickered and turned around, opening a door. He walked inside and stopped behind a tall dark haired man. “He’s here.”
The ninjas dragged Raphael into the room stopping a couple feet behind Keith.
The doctor turned around, brown eyes taking in the red masked turtle.
Raph swallowed as Masato’s eyes narrowed on him, though he kept his scowl in place. This weirdo looked just as mad as Stockman. No, not mad, he seemed to have a bit of a… deranged air to him.
“Hm… so you’re one of the terrapins,” Dr. Masato mused.
Raph glared at him a little more, not giving him the satisfaction of getting an answer.
Dr. Masato started chuckling, an eerie sound to anyone ears. “So don’t talk my green friend. We’ll still get this done. Put him on the table.”
Raph struggled in their grip as the ninjas dragged him over to the table. He had no clue what that crazy doctor was going to do to him, but he didn’t want to find out. He really wished his family would get here and mount a rescue. He wondered if they even knew he’d gone missing. They could still be waiting at that warehouse for him. Oh boy. When this was done, he was going to get an earful from Leo about not going off on dangerous missions alone or something. Right now though, he’d gladly listen to that rather than find out what was going to happen.
The ninja slammed him down on the table and began strapping him down.
“Uh uh,” Dr. Masato chided. “Face down. It simply won’t do if you have him facing upward. How am I supposed to get at the back of his neck that way?”
Some of the ninja grunted, but undid what they had already done and flipped him over.
Raph buckled every chance he got, knowing that if they got him strapped down on his stomach, there would be nothing he could do. Though, no matter how much he struggled, they kept their tight hold on him until the last strap was pulled tight. Raph winced and tugged against the leather holding him down. “You’re not going to succeed ya know,” he growled at Masato.
Masato laughed. “Where Stockman failed, I will succeed. I am farther now with this plan than he ever was or could take it.”
Raph’s blood ran a little cold at the mention of Stockman’s name. If this was one of Stockman’s plans, it was already guaranteed to be a little whack, but with Masato in charge of it… It wasn’t going to be pretty. Raph could already tell that much.
“You may leave now. I will summon you and master Shredder as soon as the procedure is over,” Dr. Masato said calm and smug.
Keith growled and stopped out of the room. “You’d better,” he sneered on his way out as he and the ninja disappeared from the room.
Raph turned his head to get a better look at Dr. Masato. He pulled again at the restraints, but it did no good.
Dr. Masato picked up a silver scalpel and a small black device. He stopped next to Raphael. “Do you know what this will do?” he asked, putting the small black device in front of Raph’s face.
“Do you think I’d know what that stupid thing is?” Raph growled.
Dr. Masato smirked. “It connects to your nervous system and takes over your actions. You’ll have no choice in the matter. Sort of like a puppet without the strings.”
“That can’t be possible,” Raph replied in both confusion and anger.
“Oh it’s quite possible.” Masato turned the device around in his hand. “We’ll just see how well it works.” He put the scalpel against Raph’s neck and began the process.
Raph gritted his teeth as he felt the scalpel cut into the back of his neck. His fists clenched at the pain that traveled down his spine and through his whole body. He tried again at trying to get himself free, but now moving caused just as much pain. It kept increasing until the only thing he wanted was for it to stop, his screams of pain echoing in his mind. Though, he would never allow Masato or any of the Foot to hear them.
A few hours later, Raph slowly opened his eyes. He had blacked out at some time, but couldn’t remember when. He only remembered the pain. Slowly, he lifted his head, but saw no one in the room. The pain in his neck wasn’t as bad as before, but quick movement still sent sharp shafts of pain down his spine. He tried getting up, but found himself still bound down. He really hoped that the thing that Masato put in him didn’t work. Especially if this whole thing had been started by Stockman who knows at what time. He knew that if it did work, they would most likely use him to attack his family. There was one bright side. If they were controlling him like a puppet, they couldn’t possibly control his mouth. He could still warn them, then Don could figure out a way to turn the thing off and get it out of him. He could only hope it would be that easy. Hope being the key word. His heart sunk. Things were never easy.
To be continued...
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Post by Robert on Apr 18, 2010 7:21:38 GMT -6
I've already posted my comments/review on that Fanfic site, but let me tell you that chapter 8 is excellent aswell and I can picture Dr. Masato with his "deranged" air around him.
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