Disclaimer: (standard disclaimer) I own nothing, with the execption of OCs those characters are mine.
Chapter 3
He is back in the room. The shards of shattered glass from the broken window behind him shine with the yellow light from the streetlights outside, while the rest of the room is shrouded in blacks and grays.
The faded red wallpaper with its little yellow flowers mocked him with its decay. It was too empty. Something is wrong with this place…
He looks around. He shouldn't be here. There's something nagging at him, and he has that bad feeling again…. He walks toward the door, not knowing why.
He opens the door, and it swings open easily and without a sound.
He steps out into the hallway. Just a long strand of floor lined with closed doors. His hands went to his sai but they weren't there. This didn't surprise him though. He had a feeling that even if he had his weapons, they wouldn't do that much good.
There was a flash. A swift movement he caught in the corner of his eye, but when he looked, all he saw was the hallway.
He walked out into the middle of it. 'Ya shouldn't be here' his instincts were screaming, but he ignored it.
The end of the hallway was a dead end. A semi-circle end table with a broken vase seemed to draw his attention. There was just… just something about it.
He started walking towards it. Every floorboard squeaked in protest, but he continued.
A flash.
He turns.
Nothing there... just a closed door.
He walks forward. Then a flash.
Opposite side, turns to see.
Nothing there.
He growls. Hates not knowing,
what's behind,
those shadows.
Walks toward the table, another flash.
'Damnit! Where are you!' he shouts… nothing moves.
Looks behind him, around him,
nothing…
He turns around. Towards the table…
He tried to jump back but his feet wouldn't move.
It was a doll. A huge life-sized doll. Homemade, and shaped into what was once a cute cartoon-ish turtle. Standing right in front of him.
But it was all wrong. No one makes a kid's doll like that, that big. And it was… bleeding.
No. Not bleeding, but splattered with blood. Someone else's blood.
He couldn't take his eyes off it.
Then its neck, twisted and broken, slowly lifted its head.
With two black marbles for eyes it stared at him. He couldn't look away from those eyes, and they drew him in.
He could see his own reflection in those glossy eyes.
Deeper,
Looking deeper.
His reflection… changed.
One second it was him the next…
A little girl. So small, so lost.
Her reflection looked up. She was crying, and so was the doll.
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"Raph!" Casey yelled.
Raph snapped back to attention. He rolled to the side, but not quick enough to dodge the bullet that grazed his arm.
His lips formed a curse, but a gangbanger came after him. This one had a bat, a metal one.
Still awkward on his feet, the bat landed a few good blows, but Raph managed to grab it when the punk had tried to smack his head again.
"Bad choice." Raph growled, yanking the bat out of the punk's hands and knee capping him with it.
The punk collapsed, screaming, and Raph tossed the bat. He wobbled away from the punk. Casey was taking care of the rest of them. So he leaned his shell against of the stores shelves and sat down. Causing a small cascade of candy bars to tumble down.
"God florescent lights are bright." He groaned rubbing his temples, trying to look at the linoleum floor instead.
A whimper made him turn his head to the side. The Vietnamese couple, mainly the woman, was looking at him like a pair of frightened kids, afraid of the boogyman.
Raph opened his mouth to say something, to give them some small comfort. Since he really was more sympathetic than Mikey gave him credit for. When he did, though, the woman cringed. Raph sighed. Of course, he should've known. It wasn't the robbery that was scaring them. It was him, the monster.
Shaking his head, Raph managed to tell Casey not to forget to take the security camera tape before he blacked out.
AN: Hope you guys and gals liked it. I'll try to post the next chapter soon.