Yes they belong to me and I'm making millions... wait, I woke up. No they don't belong, only OC's so ask before use!
Well to everyone out there who has wondered where my updates have gone, I have been diagnosed with mono a while ago, which explains why I'm so tired all the time. Also, my horse has taken up more time than planned (hugs horses neck) and my family is thinking of moving. Busy, yes, I know.
For everyone out there who has wondered what has happened to update on my other fics:
Through A Dog's Eyes - is going to be held off on updates until all of No Matter What is posted and complete.
Combined Terror and Believe - will be updated again as soon as I get over my writers block.
Forever Loved (NMW sequel) - will be updated along with TADE.
Thanks to patience from everyone!
Leo growled, drawing a katana blade with one swift motion. Mikey put both hands on his wooden nunchucks, ready to draw them out at a moment's notice. Cocking his head, Mikey suddenly turned towards the leader.
"What's that?" he whispered.
Leo strained his listen.
There were three sets of footsteps – one heavy and clumsy and two lighter, much less noticeable, but there. Quickly grabbing his other blade, he spun around and sprang forward as a bush parted.
"Whoa Leo! It's us!"
"Casey?" Leo lowered a blade, shock etched on his face. Behind him came April and Alex. At Alex's side was Lance, looking bright and eager as he nuzzled Leo's hand affectionately. "What are you guys doing here?"
"I called them." Don stepped forward, nodding a greeting to three humans. "I told them to follow us in the van."
"But how…" Mikey faltered. "You mean they were following us the whole time?"
April nodded, pushing a lock of fire red hair from her jade colored eyes. "We followed the signal left by Don's shell-cell. We needed you guys in the truck so we would have a signal to follow."
"So where is he?" Casey demanded. "Where's my bud?"
Leo pointed as they made their way forward, all but him and Alex.
"Have you seen Macaster?" Alex asked in a low voice.
Shaking his head, Leo couldn't help but notice the strange look in Alex's face. "Why?"
"I found enough evidence to put him away for good." Alex handed Leo a rolled up stack of papers. Just by skimming through, Leo could tell most of them were evidence of murders.
"Good." Handing back the sheets, Leo gave him a small smile. "Thank you for coming."
"After all I've done to him…" his eyes clouded over. "It was the least me and Lance could do, coming to arrest scum who not only breaks the law," he gave Leo a look that Leo had seen so many times – a look of friendship and loyalty. "But breaks my friends' hearts. And trust me, they won't get away with it."
"Good." Drawing a katana blade, Leo motioned everyone over. "Okay guys, here's what we do."
The muffled gasps and jeers of the crowd had Raph flinching away as they kicked up dirt at his face and cursed him. Slowly following Sharon, he matched her step by step as she led him away from the group of men and towards a more vacant area.
A woman wearing a white lab coat stepped forward and quickly took his weight, temperature, and blood pressure so they could monitor it throughout the trip. When she was done, she motioned for Raph to be tied to a post so he could be loaded into a truck. Sharon complied, taking the leash and tying it around a thick post and locking his chain with a ring.
With a final pat on his shoulder, she cast him a look of pure innocence before she went off into the crowds of men to find Macaster and receive her paycheck. The vet went back over to Raph and started to take measurements of his waist length, shoulder width, and even his wrists and ankles. Marking down the notes on a clipboard, she walked away, muttering to herself.
"Hello turtle."
Raph's head snapped up with a growl deep in his throat. "What do you want Macaster?"
The man casually strolled forward, hands deep in pocket, and a grin on his smug face. Strolling up to the turtle, he snickered. "What happened to the unbreakable spirit huh turtle?" He pressed his face close to Raph's.
"I'm saving my spirit for something more threatening." Raph whispered hoarsely, trying to appear tough in front of the man. He refused to look weak in front of his captor.
"Words mean nothing turtle." Macaster laughed, throwing his head back and letting out a heavy laugh. "If you don't have anything to back them up with. Look at you – you're weak! Pathetic!"
"It's not the one who's chained up who's the weak one." Raph met his gaze with a new flicker renewed – his flame had started again.
"The weak one let himself get captured!"
"And am I the same weak one who tortured those out of fun?" Raph sneered. "Or is it the weak one who keeps his enemies tied hand and foot."
"Why you…" Macaster reared back with his hand, delivering a vicious slap to the side of Raph's face.
Raph didn't make a sound; only let a small smile flicker onto his face. They both knew who'd one this round. Macaster let his face deepen and a snarl of pure rage cross over.
"You'll be lucky to make it over the border turtle." He snarled, spit flying in Raph's face. "Alive."
He was about to say more when a large, deep snarling suddenly came from some bushes over to the left. Macaster rose up, studying the plants. "What the?"
Raph knew his eyes were as wide as saucers as a very familiar German shepherd leapt from the bushes, teeth bared and growls coming from the throat. Brown eyes were wild with rage as the dog stopped mere feet from Macaster.
"Get out off here!" Macaster heaved a rock at the snarling dog. The dog saw it coming and moved aside slightly, letting it sail past him.
"That isn't going to work." Raph chuckled, seeing the small wag of the powerful tail at the sound of his voice.
"And how do you know that?" Macaster growled.
"He's a K9 dog for one thing." Raph replied. "I was almost eaten by him once – but he saved my life." His face softened.
Something seemed to click at Raph's words. "Wait, you mean K9 as in police dog?"
"Yes."
Raph never felt so relived in his life to see Alex step from the bushes. Leaves stuck to his shirt, but besides his ragged appearance, was the sight of a well-trained officer who was waiting to bring down crime. All around Macaster, people started to flee at the sight of the badge and dark blue shirt. Cars were started and tails bumped as people scrambled to get away before the cop got them. Animals were abandoned in cages everywhere – some birds that were being held let go while smaller rodents dove for the forest.
"Seems it's just you and me now." Macaster smiled at the officer.
"Do you really think you can take me down?"
"No, not alone." The smug smile on Alex's face was enough to make Raph start to laugh. He knew who was there.
"Oh?" Macaster laughed. "You and what army?"
"Not an army." The young voice made Macaster spin around to see a young, light green turtle standing behind him, spinning chucks lazily. An orange mask flapped behind him, covering the edges of blue eyes. "But three very peeved off turtles."
"Mike!" Raph sobbed, collapsing against his restraints. The sight of his baby brother…it was too much. Tears flooded his face as he met Mike's eyes.
"We're here bro." Mikey's face softened to almost un-Mike like. "We're here."
"Me too." Don appeared out of nowhere, his Bo held before him. His own eyes softened at the sight of Raph. "Just hold on Raph. We'll have you out of here in no time."
Despite the odds, Macaster laughed heavily. "You really think a stick and a dog are going to stop me?"
"Will these help even the odds?" Leo chuckled, walking up to Macaster. Like the others, he'd appeared out of thin air. Very much alive and very much peeved. In his hands were two deadly sharp katana blades and he was not afraid to use them. Especially when it came to protecting his brother.
Before any of them could move, Macaster darted forward and held a blade to Raph's neck.
"Raph!" Mikey yelled out.
"Stay back!" Macaster pressed the blade of his knife closer to Raph's throat, drawing a trickle of blood. Raph started with pleading eyes as he was dragged backwards. "If you want him to stay alive, I suggest you all stay where you are."
Leo, Don and Mikey all started forward, murder in their eyes as Raph was drug onto the steps of the plane and upward, the knife firmly against his neck.
"Say goodbye to your bros!" Macaster cackled as they reached the top of the steps.
"Guys…" Raph whimpered. Suddenly as they watched, their faces turned from rage into confusion and into something Raph couldn't quite describe – but whatever it was, it was good.
"Say goodbye!"
"Bye!"
Macaster never had time to turn to find out the source of the young girls' voice behind him before a large wrench was slammed against his head. Blood sprayed out as the man's eyes went wide before he staggered forward and down the steps. He never reached the bottom of the steps before two sharp blades hit his stomach simultaneously. He looked up with large eyes to meet dark chocolate brown ones.
"You will never. Touch. My family. Again." Leo gave a twist of his blades, ending the man's life with a single flick of his wrist. Macaster's eyes rolled upwards and Leo drew his blades out, letting the corpse slump to the ground. Ignoring the growing pool of blood, Leo calmly wiped his blades on the man's shirt before stepping over him and towards his brother, Mikey and Don not far behind.
Slim arms wrapped around Raph from behind as he caught sight of girl behind him.
"B-Becka?"
If you don't know who Becka is, please read the first book in the trilogy, Caged. She is Macaster's daughter....