Chapter six
...In the lair...
Raph stretched his arms above him, drank the last of his tea and push his chair out—took his mug, rinsed it and left in the sink as he slowly paced past his older brother that still slowly drank his tea. "See ya in morning, bro." Raph said, softly almost above yawning sigh. "Night bro." Leo replied.
Placing his mug down and looked over his shoulder, watching his brother leave the room and disappeared. Turned his head and faced down, twirling his finger around the mug's rim—abruptly sighed then drank the last of his tea. Instead going to bed, he thought to do some late evening—early morning training while it was still quiet.
...Back—in the woods, outside of Philadelphia...
Isabelle lowly grunted as she dreamed about forcibly impregnated and giving birth to the mutated infant—lowly murmured in her sleep, tightening her grasp with handful of green grass within her hand and through her fingers. Then tossed over to her back, continued murmuring as she continued dreaming the horrific nightmare, sometimes—never finishing it as what she dreamed was so intense and mortifying.
Dallas woke to Isabelle's terrifying murmurs as she rushed to her side and tried waking Isabelle. "Isabelle—Isabelle wake up, wake up." Dallas demanded, shaking Isabelle. Then finally she opened her eyes, covered in cold sweat—looked around with widen frightened eyes and panted breathlessly then abruptly wrapped her arm around Dallas.
Wrapping her own, around Isabelle and reassuringly comforted the scarce young woman. Shushing softly, gently laying her cheek upon Isabelle's head and gently rocked back and forth.
...ten seconds later...
Breaking from the comforting, reassuring embrace—Isabelle climbed out from her sleeping bag and knelt close to the warm fire, trying to absorb the fire's warmth. Dallas sighed softly as she stood up, walked to Isabelle's side and knelt close beside her. "Wanna talk 'bout it?" Dallas assured.
"Talk 'bout what?" Isabelle lowly said, just above a whisper. "Wanna to tell me what were you dreaming about?" Dallas asked again, gently encouragingly. "No—That is all it was. Just a dream." Isabelle answered.
Silence and pause for a couple of seconds then finally, Dallas broke the silence—continued trying encouraging Isabelle to discuss about what she dreamed. "You sure, don't want to talk 'bout it?"
"Dallas—please, let it be. It is only a dream and nothing more." Isabelle replied, hissing her name then softly requested not to mention it. "I promise to mention it again." Dallas answered, respecting Isabelle's request. "I'm sorry—I didn't mean to snap." Isabelle apologised. "It's quite alright, I understand Isabelle." Dallas answered, accepting the apology and softly smiled.
Isabelle returned the smile and petted Dallas's hand, softly suggested. "C'mon, let's get ready for the long ride ahead." Dallas smiled and nodded then packed the sleeping bags while Isabelle kicked the soil over the fire, putting it out.
Releasing a quick huff then joined Dallas, taking the helmet and inserted the key as she climbed on then kicked the stand up. Held her hand out as support for Dallas to climb on the back seat, when finally seated comfortably and safely—she wrapped her arms around Isabelle's waist, tightly while Isabelle revved the motorcycle's engine to life then drove out to the highway road and continued the journey—continued towards their destination, New York City.
...Back in New York City—Down in the sewers—Dojo...
The blue clad terrapin sat in a comfortable position, meditating quietly.
...Astral plane—dreamscape (so to speak)...
During his meditation—as he was pulled through the astral plane. Walking through the cold breezy mist, holding his katana defensibly in case of ambush but nothing—not until he had turned around and then felt the brick wall upon his shell as stepped backwards. The mist evaporated—revealing a cold dark room. The door opened and a shadowy figure stood within the door with a blinding light, shining behind them.
As he thought to prepare himself in defence when he discovered to be chained and weaponless, tried to break free from his binds then felt a hard whack across his jaw, knocking him down to the floor. Pushed himself up, upon his hands—shook his head and spat the excess blood that dripped along lips when he heard the voice of evil, chuckled and smugly smirked. "Greetings Leonardo."
'That voice—' Leonardo thought, raising his head up and faced towards the door behind the EPF soldiers that stood around him as the shadowy evil agent finally walked in the cell, revealing himself. The blue clad terrapin's eyes widen but narrowly in deathly slits and gritted his teeth, as the name escaped his lips in a deathly whisper. "Bishop."
"Allow our guest to breathe, men." Bishop requested. The blue clad terrapin narrowly watched the EPF soldiers stepped back but remained in circular stance around him, waiting for further instructions. The slender tall agent walked towards the terrapin, knelt down only close enough but not within arms reach. "I want to thankyou, becoming the next donor for my research." Bishop lowly thanked. Leo spat a golly of his salvia upon Bishop's face—he closed his eyes, reached for his handkerchief out of the back pocket of his black pants then reached to his cheek and wiped the terrapin salvia away. Smugly smirked, punched Leonardo's jaw hard.
Standing up, turned around and walked to the door as he instructionally ordered over his shoulder. "Take him to the lab and use his sperm for impregnation."
Wheeling the bed within the cell and did what was instructed—picking the terrapin up then strapped him to the bed and wheeled to the lab where a fertile female subject waited. Groaningly murmured as he opened his eyes and the passing ceiling lights above him then the doors swing open and finally—wheeled beside a sedated female, lowly moaned.
Finally regained consciousness, tried to break free but couldn't. Gritted his teeth as he was orderly told. "The more resist, the more it will hurt and become unvaryingly uncomfortable—remain still. Wouldn't want anything to go wrong, now would we?"
"Release me—quit touching me, fiends." Leo roared, continued to squirm and attempted to break free. He suddenly stopped when hearing slight moaning close by, turning his head to his right but couldn't anything as a white coated medical physician stood in the way then finally stepped aside.
His eyes widen in shock as he whispery called her name. "Isabelle?"
A soft pet, he felt upon his shoulder—making him turned and face the evil psychotic villain with gritting sneer. "Congratulations—you get to be the first." Bishop lowly said. "First to what?" Leo hissingly snarled. "To impregnate, the first of many—my Isabelle clones." Bishop answered, sinisterly.
"What? You will not force me to be the first of anything!" Leo stated in shock. "You do not have a choice in the manner, my friend." Bishop told the blue clad terrapin prisoner. "I will kill you Bishop—I swear it! I will kill you! Do you hear me, Bishop!" Leo shouted. Bishop stood by, sneeringly glared his lab subject with a eering evil grin, walked away and grasped the shoulder of the first medical physician in the room while waiting for Baxter Stockman—since he was on the next level below, working with the female subjects—preparing for impregnation.
"Make sure you take enough to impregnate at least five of the clones that are waiting." Bishop ordered. "Yes sir." Medical physician answered, nodding as he prepared to insert the needle. "No stop this." Leo demanded. "There is nothing you can do, my dear lab terrapin. Enjoy it, as you will be the father of so many beautiful children—my army." Bishop told the blue clad terrapin, evilly chuckled. "I will not help you, bishop." Leo hissed, angrily.
"Oh, Leonardo—you already are." Bishop sinisterly said, evilly smirked then walked away. The blue clad terrapin attempted to break free again, gathering all his strength and finally managing to do so—throwing a punch into the medical physicians jaw, placing him on conscious and continued to free himself when he was tranquilized.
Groggily groaned and moaned then fell on conscious, re-strapped down but tighter as the extracting was resumed then when he awoke, Leonardo found himself thrown into the cell as the door was shut closed behind him. Pushing himself to his feet and angrily bolted to the cell door and ran his arm through the small opening of the cell door and tried to grasp for whomever within his reach.
"I'll kill you all—I swear it! Leo threateningly vowed. "Save your energy, Leonardo as you are needed—longer than you realise, my friend." Bishop told the blue clad terrapin, under a sinister tone. He gritted his teeth again, and tried to reach out for the agent's throat as he was out from reach. "Return in a couple of hours—we still need him then when have enough, kill him."
"Understood, Agent bishop." The EPF soldier replied, walking down the cell halls—disappearing.
Leo tried to shake the door bars, hopefully it would open but with no success. Holding the bars, leaning his forehead against the door and silently breathed, sighing then leaned against the nearby cell wall and slid down—looked up to the ceiling with his last breathe of hope then banged his head against the wall, just hard enough for piece to fall.
Looking down his right and saw a large sharp piece of broken rock—shaped in a daggered edge, sharp enough to pierce whatever it may pierce through. Reaching over and pick it up then stared at it for a second—suddenly he had an idea.
If he slit the main artery in his throat—killing himself, suicide—An easy, quick death. It would be one way to escape the hell; he is trapped within and escaped been the father of all, emotionless killing monstrosities. Letting a short soft sigh then whispery said, apologising. "Sorry—so sorry, Master Splinter." Piercing the skin of his throat, until the sharp daggered edge met with the main artery—slitting his throat until he bled out then took his final breathe.
The blood ran down from his throat over the upper scutes of his plastron and down along his sides, covering the floor around him. Breathing slowly as the blood continued to flow out of the open wound and over his body then finally—letting his last breathe that left his lips, the color of his golden eyes changed to an empty cold black.
...end of astral plane—dreamscape...
The blue clad terrapin opened his eyes with an empty gasp of air, looked down himself—checking for any blood and felt for a slit opening on his throat. Heavily panted finally, then shot to his feet and ran straight towards his sensei's chambers.
Knocking frantically but waited for invitation.
"Enter, my son." The old rat finally said, invitingly. The blue clad terrapin slid the door opened and closed it behind him then knelt down on the other side of the tea table. Concentrated on controlling his breathing and waited to be addressed, while the old rat meditated but then softly concerningly asked, just above a whisper. "What troubles you, my son?"
"I—I had a terrifying vision, sensei." The terrapin stammeredly responded. Opening his eyes and concerningly gazed the wary, petrified terrapin. "Go on, my son. What did you see?"
"I saw—I saw bishop. I was a prisoner in his EPF base and he—he forcibly used me as lab animal, forcibly took my—my semen and impregnated women that were not normal." Leo explained, frighteningly. "What do you mean, not normal?" Splinter asked, quickly poured a cup of fresh brewed tea than handed it to his son.
"They were clones—" Leo begun then cut off, shakily reached for the tea cup and sipped the tea. "Clones? Of whom?" Splinter asked again, raising a wary brow. "Mona's sister—Isabelle." He answered.
No response was further spoken as the news was too frightening to absorb in at first. After a short while of silence, the old rat softly instructed. "We must find Mona's sister and bring her back here then—finally destroy Bishop, for good."
"By your wish, father." Leo answered, bowing.
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...to be continued in chapter seven...
Whoa, hmm—wow. What do you think? Intense don't you agree.
"What are we gonna to expect in the next chapter?" a reviewer asked, curiously. "Well, this is a very twisty fiction—I am just as curious as you are, we just have to wait and see. If you wish to go have a bathroom and snack break, please do before continuing to the next chapter." I answered, politely, as I place a mark in my book and do the same.
We are getting close. They are planning to search for her as she is on her way to their lair with company that also carries a secret of her very own. Will Mona be as forgiving like her sister? Or will she finished what Isabelle should have started and kill Dallas?
Read and review, until next time—tootles
