God damn......
Raph started to grind his teeth. One of the only things he never really liked about New York was the traffic that always blocks up the West end. All he wanted to do drive freely, not get choked up on a bunch of gas blowing in his face.
He sighed. About ten minutes ago, he was chatting with girl his age that he could actually relate to. Well, he probably could relate to her if she wouldn't get on his nerves most of the time. Even though they've only met twice, he bet that's what would happen. Again.
"Wonder where she went...." his three-fingered-gloved-hand tapped at his red helmet. Oh, look. We're moving. His crimson bike lurched forward. Inch by inch by inch....
Back at the cafe, the turtle really was amazed. From what he heard on the TV, radio, Mikey, and Casey and April, most teen girls these days would do that kind of stuff in public. Well, not sing like that. That was Whitney Houston and Aretha Franklin kinda singing with all those crescendos and decrescendos.. (Um, let's just say Splinter listens to them on the radio and Raphie will listen in sometimes....? 8|)
"Come on, come on.......I DON'T GOT ALL DAY!!" That remark earned Raphael a boatload of furious glares and annoyed looks from the surrounding drivers. "What?!" he shot back at a cursing middle-aged woman next to him. Suddenly, a buzz in his sweat-shirt pocket captured his attention. He pulled out the shell cell and looked at the caller ID.
Casey J.
"This better be good Casey..." Raph flipped the small device open and stuck it under his helmet. "Yeah?"
"Raph! Hey bud, how ya doin'?"
Raph sighed. "Case...why are ya' callin'?"
"Well, I was just thinkin' that we could go out and crack some skulls later. You in? Splinter said it was fine, fact, he said you could use it..."
"Yeah, whatever. Jus- wait. You asked Splinter? And he said I could?"
"Yep, he encouraged it."
'Wha--why?"
"I really have no idea, man.........so, you in?"
"It was Don, bet ya'."
"Raph, you in or what?"
"Donny told Splinter somethin', didn't he?"
"Dude, just show up at my building later, 'kay?"
"Oh, genius boy is gonna get a bruised shell if he did..."
"Ok........see ya later man." And Casey was gone, leaving Raph to puddle in his own thoughts of whooping his younger brother's sorry, smart ass shell.
"D-dad?"
The mirror of her father just stared back at her, his dark blue eyes dark and......empty. He looked the same as he did the day he died, a forest green blazer and baggy bleached jeans with his black Vans. His dirty blond hair was still ruffled, sticking up at odd angles and always falling in his face, just like the day he died.
Kat didn't understand. Her dad was gone. She watched him go, his flame was gone. How could he be here, looking right at her?
A ghost? Phantom? Or just her imagination's idea of a sick joke? He couldn't be real, right? Right?
"Daddy....." Her hand found its way up to her mouth, covering it as she watched the image of her father take a step forward toward her. His mouth opened, but no voice came. He tried again, nothing. He strained. Then, Kat realized what he was doing.
He was trying to tell her something.
"W-what?" she removed her hand. He took another step, nearing the edge. His lips started moving, trying to form words. She tried to understand him, read his lips, but she had no such luck.
"I-I'm sorry. I can't understand you." She managed out. His hand reached out, as though trying to touch her. She started moving forward, trying to touch him, to see if he was real. Closer and closer to the water's edge. When she glanced up, she looked straight into his eyes.
A deep ocean of blue, but that twinkle that was always in her father's eyes was gone. It was just opaque, no shine or glint. Just a solid color full of grief and worry. Loss.
Loss of love. Of his daughter.
"Daddy, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She started to tremble as she cried out to him, louder and sadder with each one. "Please dad! Please help me! I'm sorry! Help me daddy! Ever since you left things just got worse! Aaron a-and mom! T-they...Aaron left! And mom started doing things and I-I couldn't stop her! Please dad, help me! I don't know what to do! I've tried to do what you said, b-but I can't! It's hard with what's going on. I've tried dad! Please, I don't know what to do without you daddy, please!"
He just stared. and small, sad smile forming slowly on his face. Kat took another step, trying to reach him.
Another step, nearing the edge. He did the same.
Another one, nearly on the edge of the icy water. She tried harder to reach him.
Another step, Kat was teetering on the edge, about to fall, but she didn't care. She gave one more push to touch the man she hadn't touched in nine years.
The soft ground under her gave out and she fell into the chilling waters of the stream, immediately surrounded be darkness.
"My little girl...."
She looked around, searching for the mirror of her father, but no one was there.
Once again, she was alone in the dark.
Suddenly, the nothing world around her was splattered with red and the stench of smoke and blood filled her nostrils, making her eyes water. Sounds of screaming and yelling started, followed by gunshots and the rev of engines.
Kat began to hurt. Feeling cuts and bruises scatter across her skin. The searing pain of slashes and kicks at her limbs made her yell, scream in agony.
She began to hear people calling her name, men and women, yelling at her. Screaming for her to get out, to run.
To stay alive.
The noises and smells became so overwhelming Kat couldn't stand it anymore. She started screaming even louder when she felt a cold, sharp metal tear ruthlessly across her skin, leaving a burning, bloody gash in it's place.
When she looked down and grabbed her thigh, nothing was there, just black fabric. But she felt it, the blood and the missing chunk of flesh. The murderous feeling that made her scream in pain.
She yelled and begged for it all to stop.....and it did.
Her vision of blood and pain was replaced by a huge full moon, right in front of her. So close, you could touch it. The searing pain and bruises were gone, and everything went quiet. Suddenly, a voice rang out in the deafening calm. A familiar voice yelling in pain, worry, sadness, anger, and....loss. All those feeling mixed into one word that rang in her ears.
"KAT!!"
Her eyes flashed open, blinking in the moonlight.
Kat bolted upright, feeling the ground beneath her. Not soft or feather-like. She was back in Central Park.
A large crescent moon, floated above her, it's bright light blinding her. She must have fallen asleep, cause according to her phone, it was past Midnight.
"A long nap..." she realized, her iPod was still on. It lost battery though.
Kat thought about the dream, about dad, about that.......vision.
About the voice screaming her name.
She had no scratches of bruises, or long gashes.
After a long while of thinking, Kat found herself curled up in a ball, crying.
And that's how the police found her later.
Crying in Central Park.
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Kind of a dark chapter in my opinion, but I had fun writing it.
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