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A/N: Hope you like this one. You are warned, though, there is a sex scene in here, though I cut out the intense, detailed parts so that I won't get into trouble! LOL Still hope you like it, I reread it many times to make sure that I didn't make it sound too hokey or rushed.

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He was tall and broad shouldered, dressed in a nice yet bland suit, one obviously designed not to be noticed. Beside him was a girl, his hand was curled around her forearm in a vise-like grip. She looked no more than 14, dressed in normal teenager-ish clothes, again designed to blend in. Her expression, though, was one of horrible, beaten defeat. When she saw me, however, fresh fear flashed in her eyes and she cried out in a language that I didn't know. Was it Russian?

In an instant I knew. That was why the target ordered everyone, including his security, away. He sampled some of his 'wares' in situations like this.

The man cried out and raised his pistol. My heart thudded. Could I get myself and Sophia away in time? Apparently it wasn't necessary. Without making a sound Sophia raised her arm, tomahawk in her hand, and flung it across the room. My hand at her back, I slammed her body onto our target's prone form, covering it with my own as the bullet struck the wall behind us. We didn't have to wait for another. Her tomahawk imbedded itself into the man's forehead, clearly penetrating the skull cavity. Eyes rolling back, he slowly slumped to the floor. The girl next to him let out a shriek, her shaking hands covering her mouth as she backed away from the man into the wall behind her.

Sliding out from under me as I propped myself up, Sophia vaulted off the bed and sprinted across the room to the pair. Reaching over, wrenching her wrist she yanked the weapon out of the guy's head. I had just reached them when she turned towards the girl, tomahawk raised. "No witnesses." She hissed.

My eyes dilated. Wait, was she?...

I didn't even think. Leaping in between them I grabbed her wrist. She rounded on me, her expression deadly, telling me to let go without saying a word. I shook my head, panting. "You can't. She's innocent!"

The girl looked between both of us but didn't move or make a sound. Perhaps, despite the language barrier, she knew that her existence was being battled right now.

She glared at me, with cold, glittering eyes. For a moment I thought that she was going to strike me, but I slowly released her wrist anyway. Yet my body was tense. Would I have to fight her? Shit, how did this happen? A long, tense second slowly passed, when her expression completely changed and she flashed me a smile. Grabbing my wrist, she led me away from the girl.

It was then that we heard the yell from down the hall.

My heart leapt to my throat. This was a quality hotel, the walls were thick and well constructed. The muffled screams, perhaps no one heard, but the girl's scream and the gunshot? No chance. Shit. With greater urgency I now led the way out of the bedroom area, passing by the dead man as if he was so much furniture.

As we entered the other room I heard hurried feet run down the hall, official sounding commands already sounding in the air. Yanking on Sophia's arm I swung her so that she was facing me once more, her body thumping against mine in my urgency. Immediately she understood and thrust herself into the loops. I didn't even slow down. The window was still open and I vaulted myself onto the sill just as Sophia got her foot into the last loop. The security entered the door of the other room as I threw myself into the night sky once more.

This time I had no time to enjoy the experience, after all we were in pursuit. We were already falling, plummeting towards the pavement when I got the strap loose and yanked hard on it. The wings popped out with a spring, almost immediately catching the air and sending us skyward. Without hesitation I adjusted the side straps, angling it to the side and swerving out of direct line of sight of the open window.

Things seemed to go much faster this time than the first time, in going to the hotel. Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping in my veins, my heart thudding hard against my chest, my lungs tight with fear, the threat of discovery so close. Before I knew it we were going around the second building, rapidly approaching the building that we came from originally.

I had no intention of stopping there. Better to just continue, take advantage of what wind we had and get distance between us. But apparently Sophia had other ideas.

As soon as we were nearly to the building, she was getting her feet out of the straps. Caught completely by surprise, I grunted and tried to adjust but ended up getting off balance. Anger spiking in me, I prepared to land, though since by now her feet were practically dangling the landing was difficult and clumsy.

No sooner that we had touched the top than she launched herself off of me, sprinting across the rooftop. Already off balance, the movement combined with a small gust of wind just big enough to do the job. Limbs flailing, I toppled over to my side. I caught myself on my elbow, but the wing extended past that and, pushing against the rooftop, bent past its breaking point. I grimaced when I heard the thing snap. Damnit! That material was so hard to come by!

Angrily I yanked the thing off me, ending up breaking it in a few places in the process. Throwing it to the ground I swung my head over to Sophia, who was leaning against the raised edge of the rooftop, looking down. For the first time, I was truly angry at her, at the situation. Angry at my own stupid decisions, looking even more moronic in hindsight. What the hell was I thinking? And now, Sophia doing this...did I really have any control over the situation at all? Technically I gave it up, willingly. But even that mental admission served to flame the emotion. I didn't want to admit to myself that things were spinning away from me.

Angrily I marched myself over to her, a pletheura of thoughts whizzing through my head. The kiss, done over the target's tortured body, even as we plunged the knife into him. The tomahawk imbedding itself into the man's skull, me having to stop her from attacking the girl. And finally, this shit, disengaging herself mid-flight. My own senses didn't know what to do. The excitement over the kill…the double kill, warred with the frightened excitement of nearly being discovered and our rushed escape. My heart thudded hard against my chest and my limbs trembled tight with energy that it didn't know what to do with. Even my head buzzed, light, potent as any alcohol or drug.

Stepping beside her I stared at her, but in all that was going on, I couldn't seem to find my voice. All I could hear was my own blood pounding in my ears. She wasn't even looking at me, didn't even seem to notice that I walked up, instead she was looking down. Since my brain didn't seem to be working for me, I looked in the direction that she was staring.

Down below, there were already four police cars gathered around the hotel with a fifth zipping down the street. The blue lights seemed to bounce off the walls of the adjacent buildings and the sirens pierced the night air. People were crawling all over the place. Not only the police and hotel security, but curious onlookers. People who were all too willing to be the first there, to be able to see whatever gruesome scene there was to see before the authorities shooed them back and put up crime scene tape. Bloody little things.

Anger already rapidly seeping away, I smiled at my own thoughts. Here I was calling them bloody, and here I was, the one who carved the scum open like a Thanksgiving turkey. The irony was blatant.

We stood there for several moments, watching the chaos down below. And we had caused it. Truth be told, this was the first time we truly observed the after effects of what we did, of course our other two targets didn't exactly have people who cared this much about them. Pity this guy did. He didn't deserve it.

It was then I realized that this was raising my excitement, my enjoyment. I just pictured the policemen coming in, seeing the scene. What would they do? Would they ever figure out why this creature deserved to die? God I hoped so.

The energetic excitement seemed to pour into me heavier than ever. I felt so light, so energized, so...great. Funny, how just a simple action as watching, can do something like this. Shit, it made me want to do...something.

My anger was gone as quickly as it had risen and I turned to look at Sophia. Her face was alight, both by the lights flashing and with her own glowing excitement. The blood was speckled around her face, like the spots on a leopard. Somehow it only added to her wildness. Turning, her eyes met mine. They were open wide, her pupils dilated, bright, like that of a predator. She smiled, but in the current situation it almost seemed as if she was instead baring her teeth. I couldn't help but stare, but I returned the smile, my own expression likely looking just as wild. Damn, I felt wild!

With a sudden movement, she closed the distance between us and pulled my head to hers once more. In my own increased excitement, in the current situation, her lips seemed to burn onto mine. I returned the kiss, wrapping my arm around her back even as the sirens continued to sing in the air. Like a song playing in the background. Our kiss deepened. This time I had the time to really enjoy it. My own heightened senses, all due to the adrenaline and dopamine already flooding my system, seemed to envelop the situation. I let out a low groan even as I pressed her body harder against my own, grinding her hips, her groin, into my own, my fingertips kneading her buttocks. My tail felt heavy and tight, my manhood erect and eager to be released into the air. She raked her nails down my arm, it left searing, firey lines down my skin. I gave a sharp intake of breath at the motion.

The familiar sound of a helicopter resounded in the air, at first distant, then rapidly approaching. Groggy with my own bodily sensations, my other senses suddenly seeming somewhat blunted, I broke the kiss and looked up. It was a news helicopter, already coming, alerted by some person of a potential story. For the first time I saw it as a vulture, hovering over a kill, eager to get whatever bites and scraps it could.

And we caused it.

As it swept a light over the entire scene, I suddenly realized how exposed we were. How, what we were doing, was actually a pretty bad idea. Not an intelligent decision by far. Why had I even let it get this far? What was going on with me, how far had I fallen?

I looked down at Sophia. She looked back up at me. Her face was warmed with the look of raw sexuality, punctuated crisp by our own adrenaline soaked bodies. I studied her face, which took an effort amidst the intense desires being pressed upon me by my own body.

My mind briefly rebelled against my body, my senses. Why did I even start this? It was because of April. Because of her murder. No, it can't be. When was the last time I thought of April? It had to be at least a week.

Then what was I doing?

Sophia smiled and slowly snaked her arm around the back of my neck. "You are mine, Donatello." she whispered, her voice low and husky.

The sound only served to further stoke my own desires, my own sensations. Maybe that was her intention. I couldn't respond. How should I respond? I didn't belong to her.

Really, Donatello? Then why did I pause?

This was a bad idea. That thought screamed at me, somewhere from within me. Yet I followed dutifully when she once again brought my head down to hers. I did not protest as she once again deepened the kiss and pressed her body against mine. She scooted her bottom on the ledge, separating her legs to accomodate my girth and pressing her crotch against mine. Reaching between our bodies, she trailed her fingers between my legs.

A bad idea. Yet I allowed it.

The flesh, sensitive and hardly touched, trembled as her fingers lightly skipped across it. I whimpered in her mouth as it approached the tender skin surrounding my tail, which, being the end of all nerve endings to the spine, was my most sensitive outer appendage. Not only that, but nestled within a discreet pouch, once becoming more obvious by the second due to my arousal, my most private organ was kept safe from the outside world. Her nails lightly scraped the skin of my tail and I broke our kiss with my gasp, my fingertips digging into her flesh.

I nuzzled my head, against her shoulder, resisting the instinctual urge to clamp my teeth into her flesh, perhaps to anchor her into place.

We shouldn't be doing this. Too exposed. She had me, though, she had me in her clutches and I couldn't escape. Did I even want to escape? Maybe that was the reason for all of this. For everything. Maybe I just didn't recognize it until now.

I shuddered as she squeezed the base of my tail, letting out another whimper. The appendage twitched and spasmed. With light fingers, she barely stroked the growing bulge. The flesh quivered, threatening to lose control. Gasping, I squeezed my eyes shut, bowing my head, pushing it onto her. "Sophia, I can't. I've never-I haven't ever…"

She smiled into my shoulder, breathing in my scent. "Don't worry, Donatello. You're mine, I won't let you fall." Her voice, though excited, was steady and strong. She was clearly in control here. Guiding my hand with her free one, she hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her pants. With trembling fingers, I pushed it down, somehow shocked when I suddenly felt her bare flesh against me.

With that she pushed on the bulge, gently but relentlessly and in an instant I spilled out into her hand. Exposed. I cried out, which only increased when she encircled it with her fingers. My body jerked at the sensation, yet I didn't move. With a whimper that was slowly morphing into a churr, I waited obediently.

I was helpless in her grasp. And she knew it. Yet I allowed it. I had thought that I had surrendered to my feelings before, to what I was doing before, but I was lying to myself. I second guessed it to some extent. Yet not now. Now, I had completely surrendered.

As we continued, as she brought me into another kiss and began to fully straddle me, I wondered briefly exactly what I was surrendering to.

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Let me know your thoughts, wishes, predictions and whatever else you have to say. I know I did a lot of thought play in Donnie's mind, I hope that what I wanted to come across actually did come across. I welcome the feedback and look forward to hearing from you!

This chapter has about another 700 words to it, but because it's sexually explicit and I don't want to risk getting booted off, I posted it on Stealthy Stories, in the Naughty Fanfics Unite. If you are interested the link is on my profile, though there are rules for getting int NFU (after all, they can't let kids into it) but the rules are on the site. PM me if you have any questions.

AND if you are tired of horror, I do have my first multichapter comedy out: The Hangover, TMNT edition. If you're interested I encourage you guys to check it out!

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