Injuries Suck, Hide From Donnie!
By ilovemyboys
Chapter 14: Green and White
Authors Note: I'm so sorry this took so long guys! I was really overwhelmed with "fake world" things. (Unlike the lovely Ninja Turtle real world) I tried to at least get it longer than the others, but I also didn't want you guys to wait much longer. So…here goes!
"Hey Leo!" Mikey called for the umpteenth time in the last 10 minutes.
The blue-clad turtle closed his eyes as he breathed out. He considered himself to be a very patient turtle. He held his cool. He remained calm in the direst of situations. And he maintained order and control. However, his two brothers constant bickering and questions was really starting to try his patience.
Opening his eyes he replied, "What is it Mikey?"
"Dude! We've been down here foreeeeeveeer! When is Donnie getting back?"
"He said to wait, so wait bonehead!"
"Shut up Raph. You know you want him to come, like NOW! Unless you'd rather talk to me some more?" Mikey gave his brother a mischievous grin. Raph's face scowled as he turned to Leo. "Yo Leo! Seriously, bro. How long you this he'll take? How far did he go?"
"Not too far, Raph. He should be back soon. Although he could be trying to contact Leatherhead or Casey."
"Casey? You sure that bonehead would be of any help?"
Leo shrugged. "Well we could certainly use any help we could get."
"I don't know Leo. The words "help" and "Casey" don't seem to go together in a sentence…." Mikey muttered.
"Well regardless. It's a possibility," Leo replied.
"Well! So much for any hope of us gettin' out of here soon…" Raph mumbled as he sat down against the rocks.
Leo placed his hands on his hips as he looked about. Outside of the large heap of rubble below him, and the few cracks along the walls and tunnel ceilings, he really couldn't get a good view of anything else nearby that could be of use. He only hoped Donnie was having better luck…
MEANWHILE:
"Um…okay…you don't see this every day…." Donatello gazed with wide eyes upon the giant creature in front of him.
I wonder if it talks? Or if it's just a giant, mad monster…
Donatello cleared his throat before asking nervously, "H-hello. My name is Donatello."
The large, white turtlestanding in front of the ninja turtle simply gazed at Donatello with relaxed, large, purple, orb eyes. A slight line showing its mouth didn't budge, while its nose gently blew out wisps of air.
Okaaaay…Donatello frowned.
Was this turtle mad and simply waiting for the purple-clad turtle to lose his cool? Was it simply relaxed and didn't care one way or another and just leave the turtle alone. Or was it even intelligent, like him and his brothers?
As Donatello pondered all these questions in his mind, he briefly saw at the corner of his eye, the large creature take a small, yet giant step forward.
Steadying his bo in his hands, while remaining confrontational, for now, Donatello once again asked nervously, "Can you understand me?"
The turtle once again simply stared at the braniac with that same content look.
This is getting me nowhere. As useful as this giant turtle is, Mikey needs help, and this sure isn't the way to get it. I better just get going…
Turning around, Donatello was about to leave his newest lead on the sewer creature before he heard a slight chuckle from behind.
That's not unnerving; Don gulped as he turned around slowly.
Half expecting the creature to once again say nothing, he asked grudgingly, "May I ask what is funny?"
"Ohh…hahaha…do not be so serious turtle…" The giant turtle's thin line of a mouth curved into a slight smile.
"Then you do understand me?" Donatello asked, amazed.
"That I do," the turtle nodded.
Instantly, a dozen questions came to the braniac's mind.
Where did this creature come from? Forget that. How did it come to this size and mutate? What was it doing in these tunnels of all places? Does it even have a name?
Embarrassed, Don spoke the words that should have been first, "Hello. My name is Donatello."
"Hello Donatello. My name is Gungdee. I have come from Seneca Lake."
"It is a pleasure to meet you Gungdee. I must say I didn't expect to find any other mutants in the sewers."
At the word "mutant" the giant turtle gave a frown.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Is there another word you would prefer I use?" Donatello asked.
"I disapprove of such negative words. They imply…a mistake…a…complication…rather than a gift. To the individual and to those around them."
Wow. This turtle really has his life priorities straightened out, Donatello mused thoughtfully.
"So now Donatello, my friend…Now I must ask of you…How did you come about these…strange tunnels…" Gungdee craned his neck up as he slowly looked around him with strained eyes. "Do you…know of its name…." the giant turtle trailed off.
"Yes I do, actually. They're called sewers."
"Seeeeweeers ehhh?"
"Yeah…"
Okaaaay, so definitely not from here…I wonder where he came from? Donatello thought.
"And what is there purpose, Donatello?" Gungdee turned his attention back on the braniac.
"Oh well they're….um…for…waste products…and such…"
Donatello suddenly felt a little awkward, but he answered the question well enough. It didn't mean he had to get into all the details.
"I see…" Gungdee trailed off. Then turned to face Donatello. "Then how exactly did you come to be here?" The turtle raised an eyebrow slowly at the braniac.
How much do I say? I can't endanger anyone, but I have a feeling I'll need to have this turtle's trust if we're to get out of all this…
"Well…me and…some others…became mutants here in New York City. We grew up in the sewers."
At those words, Gungdee's eyes widened. "Ahhhh…so you became who you are here then?"
"Uh…yes."
Gungdee looked up at the ceiling once more as he let out of breath. "How intriguing…"
"Um…I'm sorry Gungdee to trouble you. But my fa-friends are…in danger. We could really use your help."
"I see…And what is the problem?"
"Well…some rubble trapped two other mutants. One of which was already injured. Another one is watching them but can't pick up the debris, nor can the others climb it without risking injury."
"Debris?" Gungdee's eyes widened. "Oh I am terribly sorry. I must say, quite unfortunately, that that must be my doing. I was hoping to get away from causing such a ruckus wherever I went and had hoped the sewers here would help me stay clear of putting anyone in danger. I was wrong in that assessment…"
"Don't beat yourself up about it. We deliberately went out searching for whatever went by our radar. It could have been a lot worse!" Donatello brightened up.
Gungdee's eyes frowned. "We?"
Oh great. He sure seems slow on some things, but he sure doesn't catch a slip up.
"The other mutants. We…share a radar detector. To make sure there are no invasions."
"Invasions eh? From who?"
"Well…any humans for one. But also any…dangerous threats…after all you never know who or what you may run into."
"That is indeed true…."
Gungdee closed his eyes for a moment before recovering them as he slowly craned his neck toward Donatello.
"If you wish to have my help Donatello…I do wish an explanation in the end…"
Donatello positively beamed.
"Thank you very much Gungdee! And yes. I understand. Come. I'll lead the way."