CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh I wish I'd never found this thing" Irma said, taking the crystal out of her pocket and giving it a cold glare.
A little more aware, Rexington examined his surroundings, he kept the weapon attached to his right arm trained on everyone staring at him. Some customers tried to avoid direct eye contact, hoping he would ignore them.
"Where am I? Wherever it is, it's teeming with…humans" he said, giving Rocksteady and Bebop cold looks
"Humans? Us? No way man, we're mutants, just like you" Rocksteady claimed
"Where I come from, humans ARE the mutants" Rexington revealed
Bebop, panicking, talked into his communicator
"Hey boss, when does this camouflage wear off? We're up to our necks in trouble" Bebop whispered.
"What's going on in there? Have you secured the Tri-Osteron or not?" Shredder replied
"I don't think we're secure at all boss" Bebop replied, scared out of his wits
Rexington's immense curiosity was matched only his immense appetite. Luckily for him there was plenty lying around the establishment to satisfy that too.
"Before I tear all fine folks to shreds, I think I'll tear into these delicious looking specimens" he said, and, with manners befitting a creature of his ilk, he began to chew down on all the food nearest to him, cramming roast chicken, boar, duck, and pork into his mouth, chewing down on all of them one after the other, and even sometimes all at once, before washing it down with plates of hot soup, he even took to devouring the dishes the soups came attached to.
Disgusted by what he was seeing, the head waiter tried to call time on it, lightly tapping Rexington on the shoulder, he made his intent clear
"Excuse me sir" he said with a firm tone, "If you want a meal, you have to take a order, not devour the ones belonging to our other customers"
Rexington grinned, calmly put several of the plates he was drinking out of down, spat out the ones he was eating, turned around, wrapped his left arm around the waiters shoulder, and, from his left hand, produced a rifle that he pressed hard against the waiters face.
" The only order I serve is the C.W.O: Carnivore World Order, and if you want to keep a level head, if a head at all, you'll let me dine in peace" he said, in as condescendingly polite manner as he could manage.
The waiter gulped, and checked his pulse, fearing the sheer terror of his situation would send him into cardiac arrest before the ravenous rex could even pull the trigger on his gun
"Whatever you wish sir" he said
Rexington looked around and let out a sigh and a few tuts, it was almost as if the place was already beginning to bore him
"Nah, I've changed my mind" he said, "I think I'll eat on the go, tell you what, I'll eat, and YOU'LL GO"
Rexington pulled back from the waiter, raised his weapon upwards, and pulled the trigger. Hot, intense laser fire erupted from it, piercing the ceiling and scattering debris all over the place, he twirled around, allowing his weapon to level dishes, cut through table legs and shatter windows.
Rocksteady and Bebop did what came naturally to them in light of such grave danger, they ran away. The remainder of the restaurant's inhabitants quickly followed them out of the building
"This guy's wilder to handle than us at a fairground" Rocksteady remarked.
"Hey, where'd that Irma broad go to?" Bebop asked, not realizing Irma had made a dash for freedom
Outside, Irma ran as fast as she could into the main street, Verna closely following her
"Do you have to be so fast?" Verna complained "I can't keep up in these heels"
"Call the cops or something" Irma said, panicked, "You're the one with the phone"
Verna seemed to take exception to this notion.
"Excuse me? Do you know how expensive this is? It's purely for show, I wouldn't dream of punching these sweaty digits on the number keys and disrupting it's pristine quality"
"Fine then, I'll put in a green alert" Irma said, and activated her Turtle-com. Donatello promptly answered.
"Irma? What is it now" he said
"Don, that crystal of ours worked just as you said, I could totally see into the future…oh, but it's horrible, all these bizarre things have been happening, and if you don't get down here fast, we all won't see tomorrow, there's a dangerous dino kicking up a storm at the Red Stake Planet…also, I'm not entirely sure, but I think I'm also being hunted by…
"Hold everything ma'am" came a voice from behind her. Irma turned around and reacted in sheer shock
"Shredder" she said as she recognized the masked maniac, flunked by his two enslaved alien allies, Malkite and Krator
"Our readers are accurate master, she has the Tri-Osteron" Krator confirmed.
"Then your future is most assuredly cloudy Ms Langenstien" cackled Shredder.
Irma let out a corny, but, given the circumstances, a much overdue, "uh oh"
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At the lair, Donatello sprung into action, or at least tried to, when he suddenly felt very faint again.
"Oh no" he said, "Irma's in real trouble, and I still haven't shaken this headache…but I can't worry about that just now, she needs me"
He thought about Master Splinter, and how he might object, he decided to do something drastic, but necessary. He would lie to his sensei
He didn't want to make too much of a song and dance, so he quicky power-walked past his sensei, sprawled on the sofa watching his soaps on the laptop, and talked to him a few meters from the exit tunnel.
"Master? I'm just going out to buy some aspirin, tell the others not to worry about me" he yelled, before swiftly disappearing down the tunnel, heading topside to aid Irma.
Splinter, however, was not easily fooled by this. So sharp were his ears and so alert were his senses, that he had overheard everything.
"My son seeks to do a brave thing, the right thing, but his body remains in the wrong state. One cannot complete a trust exercise if there is noone to catch him" he pondered, and swiftly activated his own Turtle-Com and got in touch with the others. Leonardo appeared on the screen.
"Yes master?" Leonardo said.
"The presence of our lethal enemy Shredder is nearby. Donatello seeks him out on his own Make your way over to the Red Steak Planet restaurant andassist him" Splinter instructed
"Raph isn't too far away from it, I'll contact him. I just picked up Michelangelo and April from the opera" Leonardo confirmed, being interrupted by Michelangelo
"And about time bro, that was mondo boring" he said, he was joined in this opinion by April
"You can say that again" she said "Operas are so dull and dreary, constantly hammering tragedy and depressing emotions down our throats, trust me, it's so much better when you have a life of the party like Mike around to liven it all up"
April looked at Splinter's down face
"What's up Splinter?" she said
"Your friend Irma is in grave danger" Splinter expressed "I only pray the pieces of the chess board come together in time for the endgame"
"We're on our way master" Leonardo said, and put the pedal to the metal. A screech of tires, a 180 degree turn and the Turtle Van soon tore down the streets of New York towards their intended destination, and to Donatello's aid.
TO BE CONTINUED