Sorry for the chapter delay, major writers block! But here it is Void back with a few surprises inside!
Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT, they belong to Mirage; all I own are Zarah, Philip, ally Thompson, along with all other characters that belong to me, if you wish to borrow them, you can if you ask my permission.
Void: Chapter 2-Doors Unlocked
Raph sighed, shaking his head before plopping himself in his seat at the kitchen table. Master Splinter stared at him, his eyes held a tired tint to them, a long with a small pinch of worry, the look was suddenly disrupted by the sound of Mikey gorging himself with a slice of pizza with the toppings of sausage, mushrooms, and black olives, with extra cheese.
With an annoyed sigh, he finally found the words, "Something is bothering you my son."
Raph let out a snort, glancing at Leo who was sipping his tea, glancing at the kitchen entrance, waiting and watching for Don to enter the room.
"Don's lost it," he blurted out, ignoring the glare Leo suddenly threw at him.
Master Splinter blinked, staring at Raph for a bit. Bringing a hand to his forehead, he rubbed it as a migraine formed causing pressure in his head, "What makes you and Michelangelo believe that Donatello has lost his sanity?"
"How in the shell does anyone forget that they disappeared ten years ago?" Raph asked, eyes narrowed, "He said he don't remember ever disappearin'."
Master Splinter froze in mid movement, eyes closed as if he was lost in thought.
"Master Splinter?" Leo asked, staring worriedly at their aging father.
THUD!
The old rat's eyes snapped open at the sudden sound that escaped from the direction of the lab. Mikey stopped in mid bite, eyes wide at the sudden noise, Raph glanced into the direction, eyes narrowed, and Leo started to get up, only to be forced to sit back down by Master Splinter placing a hand on his shoulder, "Leonardo, I will go check on Donatello, I will call for you if I need any assistance."
Staring at Master Splinter with slight confusion, Leo nodded, watching as Master Splinter grabbed his walking stick, shakily standing up, and heading towards the direction of the lab.
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Zarah used her fluffed, goose-feathered pillow to muffle out the arguing from downstairs. It was all because of a funeral that she wished was not about to take place. Her father and aunt wanted her buried in New York City, while her grandparents (mother's parents) and father's cousin wanted her mother buried in her mother's hometown down south.
Frankly, she just wanted this over and done with, so she could go on with her pitiful and meaningless life.
She shut her eyes hearing the footsteps climbing up the stairs and to her bedroom, she could hear the door creak open, sending a ray of light into her bedroom.
"Zarah, I know you're awake," the thick feminine Brooklyn accent stated.
She turned over in bed, sending her father's cousin an annoyed look, "Lady Jones, what brings you 'ere?"
She tried to sound tired, but the older woman could see right through her, "Ya do know that my Casey tried the same thing."
"Well, you guys sound foolish arguing like a bunch a kids on where my Mom should be buried," she stated, sitting up setting her pillow in her lap. She began to run her hands over it carefully, eyes casted downwards.
"You miss 'er, don't ya?" Lady Jones smiled at the teen, watching as she drew into herself.
"If I said no, I'd be lying to you and myself," Zarah whispered, "Why did she have to get hit by that drunk driver, and why did she have to die?"
She fought back the tears that glazed her eyes, only to have a few stray ones escape, leaving wet spots on her dark yellow pillowcase. Lady Jones sighed, before walking over and sitting on the bed.
"Hey, this is hard on me, too. I mean, Sally was an amazing woman, and heck, at times I wished that she was my cousin, but she wasn't," she reached out, taking hold of Zarah's shoulder with her right hand, "I hate how your aunt and pop are reacting towards this. Your ma wanted to be buried in her hometown, she told Philip that, but he's a stinkin' hardheaded bastard that doesn't listen to anyone else."
"I know," Zarah whimpered, "but this isn't getting any easier for me. I mean, you had to see Aunt Samantha, and my dad like this when they were little kids."
"Ya know I haven't seen ya since our last family reunion three years ago," Lady Jones grinned, "and I have to say this, but you've grown up so much since the last time I saw ya."
"I bet Casey's still a dork," Zarah murmured, bringing her left hand up to wipe away the tears.
"Yeah, he is," Lady Jones sighed, "but ya can't choose how your child turns out."
Zarah sighed, brushing stray strands of hair from her eyes, "Why are you changing the subject?"
"Because your ma would want ya to move on," Lady Jones sighed, shaking her head, "she wouldn't want to see ya give up on life just because she's gone. Maybe her sudden death is a way of tellin' ya that ya got to let go."
Zarah nodded slightly, closing her eyes, "Is there anyway I can get as far away from my dad for a couple of days?"
Lady Jones grinned, "Actually, there is."
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The ghost could not help but grin as the sounds of the walking stick. In a matter of moments, she began to fade, until she was no longer translucent, but transparent.
Master Splinter entered the lab, suddenly overwhelmed by the sight of Donatello on the ground of his lab unconscious.
"Donatello…"
The ghost watched in silence as the old father attended his son. She could feel a part of herself drifting, and breaking at the sight.
"Mama, will you hold me."
She could still see the little girl reaching up and begging her to hold her. She could see the tears in her eyes after someone made fun of her in school about her wild imagination. It had been so long since her daughter was that young, and she was completely shattered knowing she will never finish seeing her daughter grow up.
I love ya, my lil' Zare-bear.
"I love ya, Mommy."
The ghost floated in her spot a few moments. She knew she should blurt out to the old rat why she was here, oh, she could tell that he sensed her presence, but he knew she was not a threat.
Thank Heavens.
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Mikey pouted, staring at Raph as he held the last box of pizza away from him. He knew he should at least save it for Donnie and Master Splinter when they got back from the lab, but hey, it was their loss. He was not about to let a pizza go cold because of Don being absolutely nuts.
"I wonder if Don's alright," Leo suddenly muttered, before taking a sip of whatever beverage he had in his cup.
"Are ya kiddin' me?" Raph blurted, letting his guard on the pizza down a bit, "Don's lost his mind, I mean, ain't he the smart one, shouldn't he know that he disappeared ten damned years ago!"
"Well, we didn't exactly remember our first meeting with the Ancient One when we were kids, now did we?" Leo cocked an eye ridge, "I mean something like that could have happened to Donnie. I mean, he was taken from us by scientists the first and only time Master Splinter took us topside when we were younger."
"True…" Mikey stated, leaning over the table to grab the pizza box, only to have Raph move it last minute.
"Heh, yeah, I remember," Raph snorted, "Mike was devastated, an' started cryin' like a lil' baby."
"Did not!" Mikey whined.
"It was kinda weird that nothing was wrong with Don when he got back, and he acted like he normally did, as if nothing happened," Leo frowned a bit, "He didn't have a single scratch on him."
"Yeah, I remember that, too," Raph furrowed his brow, "If he was takin' by scientist, then wouldn't they have…"
"La-la-la-la," Mikey plugged the area where his ears would be, "I'm not listening!" Raph rolled his eyes at Michelangelo's immaturity, and Leo just chuckled.
It was all the hide the grief they went through those few months their brother was gone.
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After thirty minutes of blacking out, Don opened his eyes. He was slightly relieved that he did not see the ghost woman, but he was half surprised to see his father's worried eyes.
"Donatello, are you feeling alright?" Don drew in a deep breath at the question. He had just saw a ghost, a highly improbably outcome for someone to face in a friendly gesture.
Usually they tried to scare the pee out of you.
The date that had been bothering him suddenly flashed in his mind, his mouth going off without warning. The old rat's muzzle formed a frown at the words, and a bit of worry over came him.
What the shell?
"Master Splinter?"
"Donatello, go eat dinner," his sensei stated the statement as an order, and the purple-banded turtle hurried off to the kitchen.
After a few moments, the old rat's eyes rested on where the ghost floated.
"Sally, I'm surprised this day has come so soon."
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Ooo, spooky, Splinter knows the ghost! Hehehe, well, constructive criticism is welcome! Yeah, I know the chapter's short, I've been suffering from writers block for a bit, along with Fellow Outcast, and I'm waiting for the ideas for my rewritten version of Crazy Fangirls
Note: Schools starting soon T.T where did the summer go?
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