Chapter Twenty

A Familiar Face

This always happens, it never fails. I come this way at least six times a year and yet I "Always. Walk. Into. The. Freaking. Quicksand!" The boy gave a huff of frustration as he stretched for the vine hanging almost mockingly above his head. He had already sank down to his knees. There was no panic, no racing heart, no terror filled thoughts, no fearing for his life… he had already done that the first five times when he first arrived on the island about eighteen- nineteen years ago. Now it was just a routine of falling into the deathly pits and fighting to get back to solid land.

He waved his arms up over his head, fingertips barely brushing the vine while he steadily slipped deeper and deeper into the ground.

"Come on…" he growled. With a jerk he kicked his legs and made a movement that wasn't even a hop, but it worked. With a quick grasp he managed to grip the vine in a fist. With a sharp toothed, victorious smile he grabbed the vine with his other hand and worked on pulling himself up.

Muscles formed from swimming through currents of all kinds and running from robots and monsters alike made it easy to climb up to the tree branch. He looked down at himself, at the once black pants that were now muddy brown from being covered in wet sand.

"Damn it," he muttered running a grey hand across the material and shifting from side to side on the branch. He crawled across the branch and dropped to the ground pulling at the seat of his pants. "Freaking sand getting in every crease."

With another huff he picked up the sack that had been thrown to the side to keep it from the quicksand and slung it over his shoulder.

A hunting cry from behind the trees had him moving forward. Another cry caused him to walk faster. Minutes later there was a howl that was too close for comfort and had the boy running.

What are wolves doing this close to the sandpits? They're supposed to be farther west of the volcano!

He glanced over his shoulder, swearing that he could hear paws coming up behind him. There were no predators behind him but he had other matters to think about when he stepped through a muddy surface and he was, once again, knee deep in quicksand. "…god damn it."

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Nick turned around as the gate slid shut behind them, ears twitching. "Strange, the wolves are hunting. They usually aren't out 'til later."

"Is that something to be worried about?" Leo asked.

"Nah," Nick shook his head turning away from the gate to head for the lift at the base of the main tree house. "The wolves are clear on the other side of the rapids. Though they do have a habit of crossing the bridge… but there's no way they could get through the fence."

"What if they tunnel under it?" Don asked.

Nick stopped and looked back at the wall. After a moment he simply replied "Don't go out after dark." He glanced up at the sky. It had turned a darker shade of red. "Its getting late anyway, better hope no more of your friends are out there."

"Looks like everybody to me," Leo said.

"Why?" Razor asked as they moved to the large tree and gathered on the lift. Nick pulled the lever that started the lift, obviously ignoring him. "Hey!"

Razor, be nice… Psych told the shark.

"Tell him to be nice first…" Razor muttered.

"Why can't we go out after dark?" Mikey asked for him.

"Because," Nick said to him "the creatures I'm sure you all've seen already are just the small fry. The worst always come out when the sun goes down."

Though Gorf grew a nervous look Raph crossed his arms. "How bad we talkin' 'bout here?"

Nick flicked a quick smile at Gorf's reaction before he told, "This island is prone to ship wrecks, especially during storms. One time a cruiser that had lost its way wound up on the beach well into the evening. Me and Tyler always check out crashes for anything that can be salvaged, course we didn't' get there 'til morning. Now this is a big party cruiser, maybe five- six hundred people plus crew, easy, and it's a rule for us to take in any survivors, help those in need, ya know?"

"I think Tyler's forgetting that rule…" Mikey muttered rubbing his neck.

"So anyway," Nick continued. "We find the ship, it's not in bad shape but the people are in a panic. The first mate tried to 'scare us off' with a torch made form his shirt and a stick. When he finally got it through their heads that we speak English we find out that no one had drowned in the crash, but through the night a crowd of six hundred had been reduced to a measly eight - that's including what was left of the crew."

"That has to be an exaggeration," Down said.

Nick gave him a look that said 'is it?' before turning towards the waiting hallways when the lift stopped and walked through the shadows.

"…isn't it?" Don asked the others.

"He's jus' try'n ta scare us," Raph said, unmoved by the tale.

"Well it worked on some of us," Bomber directed at Gorf but Mikey was the one that exclaimed "I'm not scared!"

Dev rolled his eyes. "Whatever, move," he pushed Gorf out of the way to walk down the hall. Though the slashes he had gotten from that winged monster had somewhat scabbed over the sight of all the blood that had seeped into his clothes wasn't exactly a pleasant sight to see.

Out in the forest there was a hunting cry that was quickly followed by the screech of a dying animal that upset a flock of birds. Numerous glances were cast towards the wall that hid the nightmares slowly moving into the spreading dark.

A might roar that echoed through the air had Gorf and Mickey flying off the lift and into the safety of the tree house, the others followed at a less nervous pace.

The tree houses were lit with burning candles hanging on the walls filling the rooms with flickering firelight.

When the group walked in they were just in time to see Dev being shoved towards the infirmary by Sklyer. Mikey and Gorf were safely huddled on one of the leaf-filled bags near a meditating Splinter. Nick appeared pushing the wheelchair that had been sitting in front of the computer at the back of the room.

"Here," he said "whats-his-name can use this with that leg."

"His name is Psych," Bomber said almost defensively as Razor eased the small body into the chair. The wheelchair was a little big for the ancient five-year-old but he could still reach the bigger wheels to move. He had to be careful, though, that the tail of his scarf didn't get caught.

"Psych, whats-his-name, you still know what I mean."

"Whatever, cat," Razor said.

Nick glared at him but before anything could happen between them the lift turned on. Moments later Tyler appeared with Jack tagging along behind him.

"Hey you made it back in one piece," Tyler said in mock surprise. Then he saw Razor. Tyler shared the same look Nick had when Nick first saw Razor. "Nick…" Tyler said slowly, grabbing Nick's shoulder. "I need to talk to you." He pushed Nick out of the room.

Razor watched them go in self-conscious confusion. "What's up with them?"

Jack shrugged.

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"Ow! Shit!" Dev jumped off the cot, his bare lower back on fire. On the other side of the cot Skyler put one hand on a hip while the other hand held a brown bottle. "What the hell is that stuff, acid?!"

"It's a disinfectant," Skyler corrected.

"It's acid!"

Across the room Alex groaned and covered her head with the covers.

"Its protection against infection, now stop being a baby and lay down," Skyler commanded sharply. She was used to playing the forceful doctor. After the time Tyler shot Nick in the rump with an arrow on 'accident' the girl had been growing a commanding voice when it came to first-aid.

Unwillingly Dev flopped onto the cot face down and Skyler, with much wincing from the injured, continued to pour acid on the wounds. When she was done cleaning them Skyler worked on the stitches much to Dev's swearing. When that was done Dev was only too happy to get up and out of there.

"Try not to bend over too far for the next couple days," Skyler advised before he left "or the thread'll break."

Dev waved the advice off as he walked across the bridge. Halfway he stopped from hearing something… voices, two of them but it was hard to make them out. Looking around he flexed his wings and jumped off the bridge. Going up to the higher tree houses scattered among the branches he silently made his way through the leaves until he was in a good position on a branch right above the two that were talking. It was Nick and Tyler.

"-I've noticed it too. He does look like him."

"Except for the scars."

"Well duh, but it's strange."

"You're telling me. If this Razor-guy didn't have the scars and the green bandana I'd say he was a clone."

"But that's dumb, why make a clone of us?"

"What if he's a robot?"

"Nah, I saw him in the rapids, he moves too well to be a robot. And besides he seems to know the others."

"Maybe they're all robots!"

"No, that bird-kid can bleed."

"Okay, not robots… what if they're spies? Come to find out where we are then go snitch to the scientists?"

"That... makes sense. But how do we prove it?"

In his hiding spot Dev had to resist the urge to yell down how stupid they were being. "Oh my god..." he muttered instead. That was a mistake. As soon as he made a sound there was a whoosh as an arrow flew by mere inches from his ear. Dev froze knowing that if he moved he'd only give his position away further.

"What is it?"

"I don't know, thought I heard something."

A howl echoed through the air.

"Jeez, those wolves are really going at it."

"What if it's…"

"Nah, couldn't be, he's more careful than that."

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"SHIT!!!"

It was one thing to fall in quicksand five times in a row, it was another to be chased by a pack of wolves, it was completely different to be chased by a particularly hungry pack of wolves while tripping through quicksand and then lose your footing while at the top of a very steep, rocky hill and go tumbling down.

He finally managed to stop by grabbing onto a tree while he passed. Working to stand up he gripped the bag he absolutely refused to lose and looked around.

At the top of the hill the wolves stopped and looked down at him. These weren't any ordinary wolves with the pack leader being the size of a small horse with the strength to knock down a small tree simply by jumping on it.

There was a split second stare down between predator and potential prey before the smaller wolves started down the slope at alarming speeds. With another swear the boy ran as fast as he could down the hill.

A rotting tree trunk appeared in his path. He was going too fast to slow down and there was no footing to properly dodge it so he did the only thing there was to do: run into it. The trunk broke on impact, the middle already hollowed out by bugs and age, and before he knew it the boy had invented dirt-boarding - though he could use some work on steering.

Things were going pretty good at the time, the slope steep enough to keep him ahead of the wolves. But it quickly turned out that the wolves weren't his only problem. The hill he was on didn't even out, it dropped off. He figured out that there was a fifty foot drop waiting for him a little too late. With only enough time to yell his board slid right over the edge of the cliff and he was airborne. It was only too bad that he had been built for the swimming, not flying.

With one hand gripping the bag and the other holding down the bandana on his head, he yelled through the air until he finally landed with a splash in a deep lake.

Under the water he choked on the sudden change from straight oxygen to oxygen filled water but quickly overcame the change and gave a sigh of relief, hugging the tightly sealed, waterproof sack to his stomach.

He just floated there for a much welcomed moment of silence - too bad nothing lasts forever. Hearing a splashing he looked around, well aware that the sun had started setting a while ago, and looked for the creature that had just entered the water. He quickly found that it hadn't been one creature, but five very large, very mean, very hungry looking crocodiles.

Oh you have got to be kidding me…

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Skyler walked into the main tree house after having an argument with a very stubborn patient. Though Alex had lightly complained of being hungry she refused to eat anything, "I'll just puke it back up…" was her response to the mention of possible food. Skyler had decided not to press the matter at the time being, Alex's fever wasn't getting any better (it seemed to be getting worse actually), and it seemed that she had become too weak to lift her own tail. Though Skyler didn't know how heavy the metal blades were it was obvious how weak a creature was getting when a body part had gotten too heavy to lift.

Entering the circular living room she faltered at the sight of the newest additions to the group. A small boy with a splinted leg had fallen asleep in the wheel/computer chair, an old blanket with a large "J" sown into the fabric draped over him. It was Jack's; she had seen Jack when Tyler showed up with him, the two heading for the small hut, built by the lake that was used as the washroom, with an extra pair of pants.

What made her falter, though, was a very familiar looking scene: Jack was sitting in the lap of his breathing security blanket, half asleep, clutching the guy's shirt in his small fist. But then, she realized, the older body wasn't who she thought, it was someone else. He looks just like… she thought uncertainly. Her thought was cut off, however, from a voice coming from across the room.

"Skyler! I've been looking for you. Man, this place is big…" It was Stripes, the tiger shark that Nick and Tyler had found shipwrecked on the beach a few days ago. When he first arrived he was horribly dehydrated from lying beached in the sand all night and well into the late morning, but a long sleep at the bottom of the lake had seemed to rejuvenate him well enough. The 'drowning' had been Tyler's suggestion; it always worked for him when he was recovering from getting sick.

As he walked across the room, a hand holding his cheek, he stopped taking in noticing who else was in the room. "Guys!" he exclaimed with recognition. "Razor, Gorf!" he said happily. "Never thought to find you guys here!"

"Stripes!" Razor said, getting up from sitting on one of the fur rugs that covered the floor. "Man I haven't seen you since… well since we escaped. I tried to find you on the internet but you were never online."

"Neither were you," Stripes said back. "But anyway-" he stopped with a cringe, second hand going to his cheek. "Gah- you gotta help me here," he pleaded. "I've been meaning to ask Tyler but he always disappears."

"What, you got a loose tooth?" Razor asked.

"Try loose teeth."

"Oh yeah, yours always did fall out in groups. How many?" Razor asked.

"Six- nnnnngh- seven."

"Seven? God damn, you have any left in there?"

"Too many," Stripes whimpered. "The new ones are coming in real quick."

"Have you tried biting a bone?"

"It splintered on me, and tree bark's no better- no, sticks are worse and they taste horrible. I tried pulling them out by hand but," he held up a bandaged hand "I have a slight tendency to bite myself."

"Hm… Let me see the damage," Razor said holding Stripes's jaw for him. With a groan Stripes opened his mouth. Razor, being used to his own breath, had no trouble with the stench of rotting fish emanating from the hole lined with jagged spikes for teeth. "Ng…" he grimaced. "Yeah it doesn't help that you have a sliver of bone jammed into the gum on the bottom ride side."

"So ahs wha ah ih," Stripes said trying to keep his mouth open.

"Hey Raph," Razor said, turning towards the turtle. "Lend me your sia real quick."

"Wha- hell no!" Raph snapped, gripping his one weapon protectively. It's bad enough that he had already lost one sia to the forest he's not losing the other one to a backed up garbage disposal.

"Only for a minute," Razor urged. "This dude's in pain here."

"No!"

Stripes whimpered. "What am I gonna do? I can't find anything hard enough to bite to rip these teeth out."

Bomber, who had been lounging on a sad excuse for a chair like he had been there for years, suddenly got an idea. He stood up and went to the aquatic soldiers. "So where does it hurt?" he asked.

Stripes touched the sore spot on his cheek with a wince. "Most of 'um are around here."

"Right there, ya sure?" Bomber asked. Stripes nodded miserably in confirmation. "Alright then, this might hurt a little."

"Wha-?" Stripes didn't even get to finish the one syllable word before he got a punch across the face. It was strong enough, and so sudden, that Stripes was knocked sideways, spinning as he tried to keep his balance. When he stopped, though still unstable, Stripes put a hand under his mouth and spit out five yellowish triangles with a small string of blood.

Though the job wasn't done Stripes managed a drunken smile "…thanks…" was all he could say before he fell backwards and hit the floor.

Raph couldn't help it; he smiled, remembering the time when he was seven and 'helping' Mikey with a very stubborn tooth that woulnd't give up without a fight. But, of course, Raph got the final say in the matter, or, more accurately, the final punch. It wasn't his fault; they had already gone through every trick in the book. The string-and-doorknob-trick, chewing gum, chewing gummy bears, wiggling it, yanking on it with both hands and a pair of tweezers they had 'borrowed' from Donnie's old chemistry set, they were too impatient to wait… finally, a whole bag of apples later, little Raph was getting irritated so he did the first thing that came to mind: just punch it. In the end the tooth hadn't stood a chance.

Back in the present, Dev had walked into the room from somewhere. He looked down at the dazed Stripes. "…do I want to know?"

"Bomber's not a very good dentist," Mikey informed.

"Oh," Dev said as if that explained everything. He looked at the snoozing Psych with a smirk. "Some things never change, huh?"

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Wolves… crocodiles… giant dragon-type-things… and now what could "Possibly go wrong!" the boy exclaimed aloud as he dragged himself out of the river. Not equipped with the right equipment to fend off five crocodiles he had done what anyone would do: run. The reptiles had been fast but he was faster. Going through the trees again he had found the rushing rapids, but, to his dismay the bridge was gone. Getting ready to walk to the next bridge with a huff he heard the screech of an animal from above.

Nineteen years living on this monster infested island had trained his reflexes to work before he knew what was coming, so instead of looking up to figure out what was attacking he had dove back into the trees.

The winged creature that (unknowing to him) had attacked Dev was still looking for its meal. The thing was small enough to fit through the trunks and that's exactly what it did, snapping at the form that had scrambled to its feet and dashed for it. Not knowing what to expect, though part of his mind was waiting for a breath of fire to hit him full blast in the back, the boy made a large curve through the trees and dove into the rapids. The creature didn't follow.

It had been a fight against the currents, but he had made it into one of the rivers that fed the rapids and swam upstream a good distance before he finally heaved himself onto dry land, the bag still clutched securely in his hand.

With a sigh of tiredness the weary body started through the trees heading for the nice warm bed that would be waiting for him.

Too busy daydreaming about sleep, he didn't realize what territory he was walking through, a mistake he was usually stuck scolding Nick for, until it was too late.

Tripping over a root that stuck out of the ground he fell against a tree that was just making it to adulthood. The force caused the tree to shake and an object the size of a basketball fell to the ground. It broke open on impact. Angry buzzing filled the air soon after.

Seeing the dots through the darkness that was slowly pressing onto the land the boy was zooming through the forest trying to outrun the bees. In his hurry he ran right through an area filled with silk capped eggs, each the size of a bowling ball. The disturbance started the hatching early and from each egg a hornet that was at least four feet tall emerged. Aside from the size, he knew, these weren't ordinary hornets; yes their stings were very venomous, but they also had very sharp fangs and claws to boot.

Since the hatching was premature only a select few made it out of their eggs, but there were still a good thirty in number.

The boy looked around him; at the giant insects that were going to start searching for the nearest thing they could call food.

"This just ain't my day…"

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Psych jerked awake and looked around. Seeing that he was still in the safe tree house he shook his head tiredly when a feeling of forgetting something came over him.

"You okay?" Dev asked.

Psych nodded, rubbing an eye with a fist. Yeah… just a dream.

"'bout what?" Bomber asked.

Bugs- hornets actually, really big, hungry hornets…

"That's weird," Gorf admitted.

Secretly Rah grimaced with a shudder. He hated bugs.

"What?" Nick asked, reappearing from his and Tyler's private talk with two of the fruits that grew in the ceiling in his hands. He tossed one of the fruit to Skyler, the other already covered in bite marks.

"Nothing, just Psych had a nightmare about big bugs," Gorf informed.

"Bugs?" Nick repeated. "How big?"

Gorf looked at Psych. "About… four feet tall hornets."

"Really…" Nick looked towards the lift.

"What is it?" Leo asked.

"Oh just the fact that there's a series of giant hornet nests not far form here."

"You mean large quantities of nests?" Don asked.

Tyler shook his head. "No, he means giant as in giant bugs. But I'm sure it doesn't mean anything."

"JEFF! OPEN UP!" a voice suddenly yelled from outside. "NICK, TYLER! B2-30!!"

"I hear buzzing," Razor said.

Nick, Tyler and Skyler ran to one of the bridges and looked at the gate, it was opening and a dark figure zoomed in, a fierce buzzing sound followed.

"Oh he's done it this time…" Tyler said.

"And to think he always chews me out when I disturb the freaking hornets," Nick almost pouted.

"Tyler," Skyler said, taking control - she was in charge after all. "Get some lights down there. Tyler, go get a suitable weapon along with one for him," she commanded indicated the ground.

"Flamethrower?" Nick asked hopefully.

"Just don't burn down another tree."

Nick gave a squeak of joy and ran off, Tyler was already gone.

Skyler moved back into the room.

"What's going on?" Leo asked.

"A friend of ours showed up with unwanted guests. The basics: we got four foot hornets loaded with venom, fangs and claws coming in. Possibly thirty in number. If ya don't mind, we could use some help."

Mikey jumped up. "Exterminators at your service."

"Any specific way to kill these things?" Bomber asked.

"Stabbing, bashing, and crushing have seemed to work in the past."

"And now," Nick walked in with a long metal tube that had a lighter at the end in his hands, two full tanks of fuel strapped to his back. "Let's see how flammable they are."

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Close to the lake in the middle of the tree house community stood a single tree - those that had surrounded it had been cut down years ago. In this tree was a hut that had been shoved into the branches which housed an array of firearms. There was only one bridge that reached this hut along with an emergency ladder leading to the ground.

In this hut Tyler loaded a large box with an assortment of special arrows along with a few other toys. Picking the box up, groaning at the weight, he ran back across the bridge, through the connecting tree houses and stopped on the bridge facing the gate.

Without wasting time he replaced his usual arrows with ones equipped with flares. He shot the arrow down where it stuck into the ground, the flare bursting to life on impact. Fifteen arrows later - five of them landing in a few unlucky hornets - the ground was nice and bright, much easier to see by. As he was switching to more destructive arrows Dev appeared beside him. "You're still up here?" Tyler asked seeing the forms of the ones that could fight down on the ground.

"I'm more of a got-your-back kind of guy."

"How's your aim?"

Dev snatched up one of the guns from the box. Instantly he did what all birdbrains and flyboys had a tendency to do: make a game out of it. "I can shoot down ten bugs before you can even get two."

Tyler smiled sharply; though it wasn't the best time, he wasn't the kind of guy to turn down a challenge.

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Pyromaniac… was the firs thing that came to Don's mind when he saw Nick jump outside and pulled the rigger on the flamethrower.

The hornets were indeed huge and held the effect of towering over prey while they hovered over the ground. The stingers were the size of traffic cones while the top two legs were so sharp they might as well have been attached spears.

The hornets, angered for whatever reason, attacked all those they got near. Nick refused to give the ones he got close to a chance. What came forward as a sharp point aiming to kill, crashed to the ground as a screeching fireball. Even when a body was down Nick continued to blast it with streams of flame, and he was smiling as he did it!

Across the grounds Mikey found himself being backed against the wall of tree trunks by five hornets that were slowly moving towards him.

Why am I always the one that gets ganged up on? he wondered to himself.

All five of the large insects reared back and moved as one to strike stinger first.

"Get down!"

Not sure whose voice it was, Mikey jumped to the ground when there was a not very loud gunshot.

Though it was unseen, a dart was shot from a specially made gun. The dart zoomed out and hit one of the hornets in the back. From the dart a liquid flowed out and entered the insect's bloodstream. After a few seconds, when the liquid was met with the oxygen cells a chemical reaction occurred ending with an explosion, causing hornet guts to fly. There were four more shots, four more explosions, and a very grossed out Michelangelo.

The wielder of the gun came forward. "Are you okay?"

Mikey got to his knees pulling slimy, chunky guts from his hair, gagging at the smell, feel, and knowing it was all over his back. "Nasty… uh- thanks Ra-?" He began to thank the guy but when he looked up expecting Razor by the voice he stopped mid-word when he found a different face. It was Razor but at the same time it wasn't. He had the same grey skin, black eyes, brown hair… but there were no scars and his bandana was blue.

He offered a webbed hand. "Heh, sorry about the guts."

Mikey took it and got to his feet when he saw a flash of movement in the corner of his eye. He shoved the off version of Razor as he jumped forward knocking both of them to the ground as a hornet stinger just barely missed them. Suddenly the hornet was knocked against the wall and fell to the ground with an ax sticking out of its head.

That had been the last enemy. Leo, Raph, Don, Razor, Bomber, Dev, Nick and Tyler had made quick work of the swarm of hornets. (Gorf had stayed in the tree house knowing he would just get in the way. He didn't like it when insects were almost as big as he was.)

Bodies littered the ground in the red light of the flickering flares.

"Sorry," Mikey said lightly helping the guy to his feet.

"It's better than meeting a stinger to the head," he said, brushing himself off. He looked worn out.

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"No way…" Bomber muttered, dumbstruck when he realized who Mikey was with. He looked over at Razor who was too busy spitting fur out of his mouth to see anything. Dev dropped down beside him looking rather pleased with himself having shot down more hornets than Tyler. "Dev," Bomber said, quietly pointing. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

Dev looked and froze. "Is that really…?"

Nick came forward, intrigued by the looks of unbelieving recognition on the guys' faces. "Hey Marker!" he called "Come 'ere, would ya!"

The figure standing with Mikey turned and started walking their way. After a few steps he stopped a moment to pick up a sack that he slung over his shoulder. "Nick," he said as he walked "I've told you to stop calling me that. It's not my name."

Razor froze in his half bent down position. That voice, he knew that voice. Wiping his mouth, mentally vowing to never bite a hornet again, he straightened up not really knowing what to expect and stopped.

The walked figure stopped noticing Razor. They stood there unblinking, unbelieving.

It was so strange to those standing around them. If it wasn't for Razor's scars the two would have been exact replicas of each other - save for the bandana color and clothes.

Neither moved; do they dare believe what they see? After all these years?

Then, quietly, the silence was broken by two simple names. "Razor?"

"Sharp?"

You were probably expecting that but whatever.

Anyway, that was a lot of scene changes but I like how it finally came out, and I mean finally! It took me about five tries to write this chapter, and no, that's not an exageration, I kept count! Why, I don't know but that's beside the point, but anywhere here ya go. And (though he donesn't really matter) we finally got to figure out whatever happened to Stripes! Loose teeth suck...

Well I gotta go and see how much homework I can get done in two hours flat so:

REVIEW!!! please? Anyone? some kind of feedback? critisism???.... anything...?