Chapter two
...Meanwhile—Southbridge...
Just leaving the woods of Southbridge—trying not to think of the poison, coursing through his veins (or is it?). Breathing heavily, grasped the handles fastly and tight as he rode fast through the route 90 highway intersection as he grievingly believed—carrying death-sentencing poison.
With every heart beat—psychotically, he experiences agonizing pain. Unknowing, it is only in his head—the elite fool was played, manipulated. Two days to reach back to New York is not enough time before the supposed poison—to do, once inserted in the bloodstream.
Speedily rode through the upcoming traffic—not stopping, or slowing down. Panic has risen and has also profaned—anxiety and fear. Closed his eyes for a couple seconds, performed a quick calming meditation so he could concentrate and ride faster to the Foot HQ's.
...back in New York City—Foot HQ's, Karai's private training chambers...
The foot heiress, stalked in the shadows within the training chambers—narrowing her sights upon the life-like dummy, hanging on the rope in the centre of the room. Reversibly held the tanto against her forearm as she leaned them against her back—Stealthing to the next shadowy barricade then threw the tanto in the centre of the dummy's torso—leaping out from the shadows and aimed her foot as a jaggered knife kick towards the head—when impacted, the dummy's seaming tore. Allowing it to come away from the head—only leaving the head, still in tact to the rope as she stood over the dummy as the contents spread about and around on the floor.
...Knock—knock...
No response—glaring the door as she walked to the table, grabbed her hand towel and wiped clean of her warm sweat from her face and brow then sipped the waiting cool water.
...Knock—Knock...
"Enter." Karai finally instructionally demanded. The door opened, her lower ninja soldier walked within the room. "Mistress Karai, I have news—Good and bad. Which do you wish to hear first, mistress?"
Placing down the glass, the hand towel and walked behind the changing stands as she stated, lowly. "Tell me—that the location of my enemies is finally discovered?"
"T-that is still unknown as your warriors seem to get closer—they are stopped and just simply—" he begun then interrupted when he met her infuriating gaze—abruptly and lowly hissed. "Simply—What?"
"You will like this, mistress—they have simply—" he begun, interrupted once again. "Don't go about the bush and tell me what I want to know." Karai hissingly demanded. "They vanished, mistress." He finally answered. "Vanished?" Karai repeated.
He nodded, repeatedly replied. "Vanished."
Karai grew irritably agitated and turned—walked away then waved her hand, lowly saying to her employee. "Leave me."
No response, bowed then left before he was impaled for the failure or just satisfaction. Closing the door behind him as he was surprisingly escaped her wrath. Breathed and exhaled relieving, walked down the corridor and disappeared as he turned to the left. Back in the training chambers, Karai angrily stabbed the large portrait of Neesa.
"Where the hell are you—bitch?"
Breathed calmly to control her fastly heartbeat then turned to the nearest window of the room—gazed out, fiddling with the long strands of her jet black hair. Saying, almost like as a raspy and whispery vow. "You can not hide forever—I will find you, then I will kill you. I swear it!"
...the Amazonian forest—South America...
Arliana cried uncontrollably as she witnessed the mutilation of her beloved dog—Ora. Mona comforted her daughter as motherly and understandable, possibly the only way she knew how. The red clad terrapin, crouched down and brushed the back of his terrapin fingers against her hair. Turning her gaze, heartbrokenly sobbed as she reached out for her father's embrace—embraced his large, muscled terrapin arms around his daughter, comforting her.
Gently draped one arm around her little body while the other leaned against her upper back and over the back of her head—softly peeked her cheek, leaning his cheek over the side of hers. Mona, raised her hand and softly ran her hand over Arliana's head also comforting her daughter as she was tugged upon. Looking down to her son, Loki—scooped him within her embrace and kissed his forehead. He draped his little arms around her neck, nuzzling into her chest—seeking comfort.
"Daddy—why Ora have to die?" Arliana sobbed. The red clad terrapin rose his eyes and gazed his wife, silently. Mona returned the gaze and silently glance him. He abruptly sighed and replied. "I dunno, baby. I dunno."
"Who would hurt my puppy?" Arliana asked, sobbing. "I dunno, Arlie. But I promise you, whoever did it—they will wish they hadn't." The wary stricken parents went inside the cottage—taking their children also, furthering comforting them as this place is unknown to them followed inside behind them—Elissia. She were unsure of the forest as it would brought wary thoughts and fears. Both the purple and orange clad terrapins admired the scenery as one draped his embrace around the imposing wife—believingly appeared to be. "Incredible—Have to hand it to Neesa, she sure does knows where to pick for relocating purposes." Don commented. Mikey looked to his older brother, confused as usual—replying. "I guess—even though I didn't know what ya just said."
Don implicitly grinned, shook his head and softly said as he petted the young orange clad terrapin's shoulder before walking inside the cottage after Elissia. "Then you never will, lil bro."
Nuzzled in his wife's hair, lovingly and softly chuckled. Tealana ignored the nuzzled as she deeply glared the blue clad terrapin, in the distance—trying to ignore the terribly screeching of the infant terrapin's screams. "Teala?" Mikey softly called. No response—pulling her hair back away from her face and called her name again. "Tealana."
Turned and faced the orange clad terrapin, with an empty gaze—answering. "Yes."
"Here, let me take Adam." Mikey offered, releasing her waist. Turned and handed the child to his father as he finally settled and stopped crying. "What's the matter? You are quiet, too quiet." Mikey stated, wryly glance. "I have nothing to say, let alone nothing to talk about." She replied. "Oh—ok." mikey answered, lowly. "I'm sorry, just worried for Neesa. She is taking too long to join us." Tealana told him, displaying a worrying glance in a masked pretence. "I know what you mean, something might have happened. But how do we get back?" Mikey wondered. "I don't know—I don't possess the gifts she has." Tealana felt useless.
Nuzzled in her hair again, comfortingly said. "She should be fine—she never returned back to us, injured." Mikey added. "I suppose so." She whispered. "Let's go inside—you hungry?" Mikey suggestingly offered. "No, I'll stay out here for alittle while longer. Take the children inside and give them something to eat—they must be famished." Tealana insisted.
"Ok." kissed her shoulder. "C'mon kids, time to eat."
Both Yoshiro and Alexis ran in after their father as Tealana watched, deeply felt sickened in the form she shape-shifted into and wished it to be over as she desperately craved flesh—the dog was just a appetiser. Not enough to fill her liking.
Looking back to where Masuki, played with Miguel under the watchful eye of her father and foster grand-father also the protective vigilance of the Latin mother—Viola. The blue clad terrapin, gently but tightly embraced his younger daughter as his fatherly instincts grew stricter.
Taking a break from watching the children play—Viola turned, faced the terrapin father and faced the children then cleared her throat, to receive attention. Leo looked in the corner of his eye, didn't respond not until he received Viola's hand upon his shoulder. "Leonardo." she softly spoke.
Glancing upon the attractive Latino woman, softly gazed her. "Leonardo—you must be tired, let me." Openly offered to take the sleeping terrapin infant—gazed into her eyes and then down upon his daughter and back again in her eyes—nodding, agreeably handed the infant to her embrace.
Akila abruptly blinked her eyes open, yawned—twinkled her tiny fingers and closed her eyes once again, resuming her slumber. Turned, slowly walked away as she were going to the cottage—then stopped, when she was called by the terrapin father. "Viola."
Warmly glance the terrapin, softly smiled. "Thankyou." Leo thanked. Viola nodded, and continued to the cottage as she was watched by Tealana—faced the silent salamander, then looked deep into her eyes and sensed something uncomfortably strange and then abruptly fasten her steps inside.
Standing behind her—were Chayton. He, too were watching but not Viola—he was watching Tealana. Keeping her back, facing him as they telepathically communicated.
'What is it, that you are staring at Irus?' Akeesha growly hissed. No response at first—continued staring upon her then finally answered. 'We must hunt—Akeesha.'
'You think, I do not know that!' she telepathically scowled, angrily and irritably annoyed. 'Course not. I was just reminding you as the moon will wane soon.' He told her.
'I know—and soon, we will rid of these forms then devour these mortals.'
No response. Silence. 'Is there anything else you wish to discuss or remind me of, Irus?'
'No—I will go first and then will be back.'
'Don't be too long as you are reckless when it comes to keeping anything, discreetly secret.' Akeesha told him, desperately wanted—needing to feed. Walking inside the cottage as Chayton continued watching her disappear in the dwellings. Whispery said to himself, vowing. 'I shall release you Tealana—so my soul shall be freed, forever.'
Stepping back in the brush of the forest, disappearing before he were discovered—his mind and heart has changed, dramatically after seeing the forgotten past. His past—but his urge for blood and hunger for flesh is still too strong to overcome for the moment so—deciding to feast upon the blood and flesh of animals should satisfy him until a real deserving kill comes along his path.
Remembering and hearing the screams of those he fed upon—for more than 3,000 years. Were unable to hear their screams before until now—remembering the victims were only young, innocent—angelic. Wish to able go back and change the fate of those, he took.
Never felt guilt before either, what such miserable taunt. Why did it hurt so? Why did it haunt so deeply? The deeper, the guilt ate away—the greater, it had dug deeper within. Dropping to the ground, sobbed uncontrollably as the screams, cries and pleas continued to echo within his mind.
Seeing to his right, laying on the moss—what appeared to be piece of stone, sharp enough to be used as a knife. Reaching for it and picked it up then pointed the sharp edge against his throat—closed his eyes, taking his last breathe or as it seem to be, he was about take when stopped by a gentle reassuring hand that appeared from out of no-where, as a soft voice pleaded. "Irus, Wa'af."
"Meen are* inti?"?" Irus asked, just above whisper—kept his eyes closed and held the stone knife against his throat. "Inta Aaraf meen ana am*—ibn." She whispery replied, assuringly. Blinked his eyes opened, slowly turned and faced the angelic shade—kneeling beside him, warmly and motherly smiled upon him. One tear ran down his cheek as he gazed upon the beauty of his ghostly mother. "Omm?"
"Iwa, ibn."
Lowering his hand, grasping the knife then finally dropping it to the ground beside him—as the tear fell, it was caressingly wiped away and dropped to the ground. As it met with the soil, shortly afterwards a small white flower emerged from the soil and bloomed. "You may have learned the ways of evil but you are not evil nor you are lost. You can redeem yourself, my son. Save she and you will be granted ever lasting love and shall receive redemption. Save she, save she—Irus."
Irus's mother disappeared, her voice echoed—telling him what he must do. Just as he were to stand, Irus saw the flower—waiting to be plucked. Gently plucked the flower from the soil and stood up then whispery vowed, promising his mother. "I swear it, Omm. I will save her—I will save Tealana from darkness. I swear it!"
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...To be continued in chapter three...
Meen are* inti—who are you?
Inta aaraf meen ana am*—ibn—you know who I am—son
Omm—mother
Iwa, ibn—yes, son
Stop—wa'af
Must hang on, everyone—this is a difficult book to begin, let alone to write as unsure where it will lead. The trials will begin shortly but not until after the egyptain warriors/priestess's will arrive and convince Neesa to return back with them and believe what they tell her. Plus Tealana's transformation is also coming up which should be in the next chapter but not until in the end of the page as we are still waiting for Neesa's rejoining her family is postpone, temporarily for the moment.
Hope ya'll are still hanging on as this will be a difficult, frustrating fiction to write, please forgive me everyone. Anyway,...
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