Hey everyone, I think there's going to be like three chapters of this story left. Well let's began where we last left off.
I don't own the TMNT and I'm looking to get rid of Dr. Malkin but he just won't stay away!
Recap:
Silently, like the character he was dressed as, he sprang at the man, both of them tumbling across the concrete floor. When this brawl ended however, both the brown cloak and the white lab coat were pulled away by each other.
That was the moment that Raph found himself facing…himself.
End Recap.
It was true, facing the red banded turtle that his brothers knew was a copy. The same dark green skin, the same golden color eyes and even the same red mask.
"Dude and I thought one Raph was bad enough," Mikey commented on the side.
Then came a difference between the two turtles, the scientist, still identifiable by a small strip of white clothing hanging from a crack in his shell, spoke. His voice was shaky and without confidence, even stuttering at points but was still deep.
"You, one of you ruined me! You monsters!" the second red masked turtle raising a shaking finger at Raphael.
The familiar red masked turtle growled and pulled his sais from his belt, these would help the others tell the difference, "Look ya cooze, we ain't got any idea what you're talking about now either talk strait or get ready to loose your head."
The scientist started laughing madly, laughing as if mentally unstable. Don narrowed his eyes and walked to one of the side tables where a manila folder sat. He had borrowed it from his father to, once he had gotten the machine, start programming it with the statistics that were required. He scooped it up again and then noticed another folder below it. In the background he heard the Dr./ scientist continue stuttering but he paid it no mind, he reached out and opened the front of the second folder. He almost fell back in shock, there, on the first white page was a far too familiar picture of his eldest brother, chained by the neck, chest and arms to the side of a large cage.
"YOU!" Don shouted, snapping around and pointing an accusing finger at the new turtle in the room.
"You're him! That scientist that experimented on Leo!"
"WHAT!" Mikey and Raph shouted in unison.
"One of you, my specimen, my ruin," Malkin growled under his breath.
It was only maybe half of 1/10 of a moment or maybe not even that, that ended with the scientist turtle on the opposite side of the room, his head leaking blood where it had been forced against the wall and he had a large crack in his plastron that was pouring out blood as well. A puddle of blood had submerged his feet and a splash of bright red was on the wall behind him. He stared up in shock as did two of the turtles.
Raph spun around towards his younger brother.
He stood there. His eyes narrowed, the gun in his hand raised and smoking from a recently fired shot.
"Mikey?" Don breathed, his jaw dropped open at the sight of his little brother.
For Raph and Don they noticed something else about their younger brother, those narrowed eyes contained large, salty, tears that had yet to roll down his face and the smallest turtle's plastron was rising and falling rapidly.
"You…you," Dr. Malkin breathed, "You ruined me."
"What the shell are you talking about?" Raph whispered.
"I know," Don interrupted, his voice harsh, "It's people-no monsters, like you that give scientists bad names. You torture beings in the name of scientist. You're the one who hurt MY brother."
The purple masked turtle would have gladly walked forward and jammed the nearest sharpest object into the mutant's chest but this became unrequited for three more shots rang out, Mikey's arm shaking as blood splattered against the wall. The scientist fell to his knees, the green skin of his knees scraping across the floor. For Don, he could almost imagine that was his immediate older brother that was being shot, some kind of brotherly instinct had him advancing on Mikey although he clearly knew that this scientist had gone mad, had experimented on his eldest brother and was the reason that brother was currently dieing. The reason they had all been dieing.
"The reason we've all been dieing," Don murmured before turning and raising his own gun.
They didn't see that guns smoking, Dr. Malkin in peril or hear their red masked brother yelling at them to stop. This thing had caused them pain, it had hurt and they wanted to hurt it back. That was all they knew. On a subconscious level the purple masked turtle wondered how many round were in the gun but this curiosity was shut down when two flying blades shot across their arms and made both the youngest turtles drop their guns.
"STOP IT!" Raph yelled, finally waking the others up from their daze.
One look at what was left made the others stagger backwards. It was too horrible to describe. The bullets had done their job, very well. Bones stuck out, skin was peeled back, there were strange shaped triangular holes all over the guy.
That's when it hit them…
They had killed one of their own.
Yes, they had fought and killed humans, the local gang leaders who didn't care anything for the innocent, but to find someone, even if not their own kind exactly and then to kill him?
Silence was the only sound that was heard.
"It must be this way," a man mumbled while stumbling through the jungle and trying to hold onto a map in his hands.
He had tripped on everything as soon as he had come to the group of trees.
"There's supposed to be a path, here…or is that a river? No it, oh…"
The lonely guy raised a hand to his forehead and wiped away the precipitation that had built up there since he had started his trek through the overgrown foliage. He was a man of science not a hiker!
He sighed and went to travel on towards what was marked on the map as a large oak tree when the sound of an approaching engine sounded out in the distance. The next thing he knew, he had been pushed against a large tree.
A gasp, "Professor Perry?"
That was the last sound before he blacked out.
"Casey, you numbskull!" April shouted after getting out of the car to make her way to the unconscious professor.
"Why are you yelling at me? You were the one driving!" Casey protested, getting out as well to pull the skinny scientist into the jeep that they had, 'borrowed' from the local B.W. station in the village.
The pulled professor Perry into the back where April went to examine his head, that would be all they needed, a scientist with a concussion or worst, amnesia.
"Step on it Casey, we have to find the turtles!"
"On it toots."
"Toots?"
"Oh crap," Casey thought, "I just said something stupid again, didn't I?"
The blade under skin
Crimson fir you know its name
You have seen its face
"Funny," Leo thought as he smiled with an expression of acceptance, "The blood seems almost pale."
With that he staggered backwards, a hand over his blood soaked plastron as he struggled to breathe. He then gasped, the blade was there, in his chest now, he was pinned by the sight alone, against the tree.
Ok, note to self, this is getting kind of creepy, as for what happened to Dr. Malkin, that will be explained in the next chapter.
Uh…read & review? I think this story's reached its extreme turning point.
~Moonsetta