Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait, I know Glazier Blue and I dropped a major bombshell with Don, but that's how we planned things. Well we want to say we are glad You all are sticking to the story despite that. We appreciate it. Well here's another chapter, we hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 21: Unforeseen
Donnie POV
"8!" Donnie listened to himself shout the number out loud. The number echoed around him easily in the tunnel shaped cone of the lair. Through the vague thoughts of his outer self-inner Donnie knew that the countdown was his puppet master's back up plan in case he didn't manage to do the job himself. He wasn't at all sure what the countdown meant, or what it was leading to. Only that it was getting closer.
All while this had been going on, he could only watch helplessly as his entire body radiated with pain. Every kick and punch hurt. It shellin' hurt! His body was in no shape to fight. His shoulder felt like it was encased in a ball of fire.
This needed to stop. One of his brothers had to stop him. For a moment, there Raph had him, he tried everything to force his body to stay put so his brother could get a grip on him, but his arms and legs had a mind and will of their own, and they were fixed on destroying his family.
"Donnie there is only one thing happening for certain here. I AM taking you down!" The terrifying tone of his older brother filled him with hope for a moment there.
"Yes Raph, yes please! And you stop! STOP IT! This is your last warning." He yelled at himself, but his other part was beyond any kind of reasoning. Outer Donnie wasn't even trying to fight this new strength or speed that had been programmed into him, but this phase 2 was burning him out faster than a match stick.
His heart sank when he saw Raph fall down by his bola weapon. "NO!" Inner Donnie yelled. He watched as he began to attack Raph with a dagger while he was down. And for a horrible moment he actually thought he was going to hit his brother right in the head. But thankfully he felt the presence of someone behind him. He would be stopped by... oh no...
"Mikey!" Both Donnies said. "Mikey get away from me! I don't want to hurt you." The way Mikey was looking into his eyes, it was as though he was searching for him, the REAL him. But although Mikey was many things a psychic is not one of them. "I'm here Mikey... I'm right here. Please see me!" He yelled at his orange masked brother but to no avail.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear the other two voices talking about him. It astounded him how his outer self couldn't hear them too, they were so clear, much more than before. The second puppet master, the one that was really pulling his strings, seemed to be having the time of his life, as though he was a kid playing some kind of video game with him as the main character, and his brothers as the gang of evil orcs. Outer Donnie didn't even need to see what he was doing. At this point, almost everything was being completely controlled by the sick puppet master. The fact that it was quickly leading to the turtle's demise didn't at all seem to concern his controller that much.
The other voice however was freaking out! He was yelling something about the subject's adrenaline running dangerously high, and that they needed to preserve his brain... Wait did that mean they were going to lose control of him soon or was he going to die soon?
All the while more and more pain tore its way through his body. White hot fire ran through his veins as his adrenaline pushed higher and higher. The pressure in his body was rising like a volcano. Had Donnie been able to take any kind of control he wouldn't be able to walk, let alone fight. And if he could make a sound with his own voice he would be screaming.
"Don…please, don't do this, this can all end if you just stop!" His little brother pleaded. "You're not a murderer. You would never do this to us!"
"They're still giving us an out, you have to take it. End this, before you actually hurt them! Tell them you're not in control of your body at least!"
"Will you just shut the shell UP! I have had enough of your moaning!... 6!" Outer Donnie yelled back, addressing both his inner self and Mikey in his shout. Inner Don was lost in a sea of adrenaline but he hadn't missed the odd expression his brothers gave him. "It won't be much longer... It won't hurt this way."
"Well if you're just going to be calm and reasonable about this, I can't talk to you!" Donnie spat sarcastically. "Do you not realize what I am going to have to do to stop you?!"
But he knew he had lost the argument with his outer self. It had gone beyond his petti feelings of insecurity. That had just been the seed. Now a full forest was raging out of control. This was his puppet master's doing. Pulling his strings so he could slaughter his own clan, a fact that was once again drilled into Donnie's brain as he watched his own fist raise to strike his baby brother.
"You don't understand…None of you do! It's better that we never were."
"I never understood what happened that day until now... I DIDN'T get them killed. They died for me because it was the right thing to do. That's why we do this, not because we have to win. We do it because it's right!" Donnie was quiet for a moment as the realization hit him. That future, the one that had driven him here, the one that started this sadness. That was the bait that allowed the puppet masters to come in and destroy all of who he was. They caught him, and now he was worse than a fish dying on a hook. He was about to be a murderer. Inner Donnie growled shouting angrily. "I am sick of hearing the sound of my own voice, and I'm not even the one getting to say anything!"
Donnie wanted to look away as he beat down on his baby brother, but he didn't need to. Everything was moving so fast in front of his eyes that he could barely keep up any ways. And if that wasn't distracting enough the pain was impossible to ignore. Although Donatello had never been intoxicated before, he imagined that being completely and utterly drunk on something like battery acid might be something like this. He was burning out at a rapid rate, but he comforted himself in the knowledge that every moment he spent fighting like this was one step closer to his end. Which in turn means the end of…this.
His little brother finally attacked back in earnest, with a flurry of his signature super kicks. Or at least they looked super to Donnie. At this point Donnie couldn't tell if it was his lazed perception of time that was making Mikey look like he was moving so fast, or if his brother really was using that lightning speed all of them knew he possessed... But in the end, it didn't matter, because it wasn't fast enough. - "Oh no! No no no no!" Mikey was down and Donnie watched as his own hand tossed several shuriken towards him! "MIKEY!" But instead of the sound of metal ripping through flesh he heard the clatter of metal on metal! To his great relief Leo was in front again.
"Why won't they just stop?" His mind argued charging his injured brother once again as his target shifted. Donnie and Leo became interlocked in a battle that Donnie knew was lasting too long. If his brother's opponent was anyone but him he was sure that Leo would have had him beat by now. He watched Leo's face cringed in unnecessary pain as Don forced him down.
His body took every opportunity to aim for the blue turtle's neck. He knew his older brother was in pain. Perhaps Leo was no match for him. Not today... 'Where the shell was Raph? Was he still down?' Don thought frantically. Someone had to stop him!
"They don't keep fighting because it's easy! They're trying to save you just like they did in the future. You're me, how can you not see that?"
Suddenly his world straightened enough for him to see his brother... That is, to see the blood and hear the cry as Leo fell back on his shell, the sight filled Donnie with sickening horror. Leo's neck was bleeding! Had he? No be hadn't cut the wind pipe... but Leo could still bleed out! He couldn't allow this…. He had to do something… something bad, but the right thing to do just as they had done for him.
"Oh no you don't!" The unmistakable voice of his red clad brother came up fast behind him. The dagger flew across the floor as their two shells collided. Donnie knew he was mirroring his brother's look of hatred as they tried to quickly stand, but inside Donnie was screaming "End me Raph! You have no choice. End me NOW!"
This time when Raph came at him with his sai for a second Donnie thought his brother had heard him. He tried to prepare himself for the final blow. Not that he believed he could be in any more pain than he already was... but it didn't come. His brother wasn't aiming for anything that would finish him, and Donnie's dodging movements were just too fast. Raph was still only trying to pin him as they rolled around the lair, and every time Donnie tried to relax his muscles it just gave the other him more control.
"I'm going to enjoy carving up this one." The puppet master in his mind giggled. Donnie could hear the sick and almost lustful satisfaction in his voice. At the same moment, he saw Raph blink at him, and if he wasn't mistaken there was a new expression of confusion there. They were nose to nose, and Raph was looking right into his eyes... Could he see him? Raph looked like he wanted to say something meaningful, but then thought better of it.
"Raphie... please stop me. Please before it's too late." He wanted to sob. Inside he was sobbing... but the other quickly threw his brother effortlessly off of him. "Raphie I'm sorry..." Donnie choked, mentally sobbing harder as he back fisted his red clad brother in the back of his head, with his shuriken's still in hand.
Donnie retreated further inside himself.
Raph's body went ridged for a moment as they cut him, but like the warrior he truly was he kept moving. "Stop making this harder than it has to be." His outer voice said in a small, cold, and emotionless tone. It held no reflection of the physical agony he was in. No reflection of the emotional turmoil the real Donnie was in. For no doubt about it he was the real Donnie. In fact, Outer Donnie was sounding more and more like the masters controlling him. He wasn't at all surprised when he watched his hand pull out another gadget, an even larger bola. Watching as it got Raph around his torso, locking his arms to his side. Injured, Raph went down even faster than last time. His outer self and his puppet master began approaching Raph again for the kill. Raph cried out in frustration, and apparently this was some sort of signal for his own body. Donnie felt himself take out another object from his belt…What was he doing now?
"NO!" Donnie screamed again as his eyes fell on the metal sphere. His body tossed it at his brother casually as though he was tossing him a can of soda.
Raph's piercing screams from the electrical shock cut through Donnie's ears like a careless scalpel in his brain. He wanted to vomit at the sight of what was taking place... Everything was becoming so heavy for him to cope with, he wasn't sure if it was because phase 2 was finally burning him out, or it was just the horror of it all. Regardless the pain was growing. "No more. I said NO MORE!" And at that, just for a second, his joints seemed to freeze. Or at least stop. Just for a second he could feel his fingers twitch like he actually expected them to. Had he done that?
He gasped out loud. For he knew his outer body had wanted to take another step toward Raph, but he didn't.... HE didn't. The chemical was fading and outer Donatello was exhausted, too bad the weakness only lasted a second.
Donnie and... Donnie and the puppet masters had become so lost in the confusion that all of them had missed the orange clad turtle coming up behind them. If he just had had one more second, he could've screamed out a warning to his brothers that it wasn't him doing this, sadly the nunchucks striking the back of him made Donnie stumble forward. And just like that inner Don was suddenly knocked off his feet and back into his mental cage. His heart sank as he felt the clutches of his outer body take a hold of him once more. "It will be quick." His outer self-promised him.
"Back on line... That was a close one." Puppet master 2 said. He was no longer laughing. For him the situation had just taken a violent shove into seriousness. The fun was over now. "Oh no you don't freak!" A sudden movement, Donnie felt his arms being yanked up to stop the pressure that had been heading for his head. Donnie opened his eyes and to his surprise he was gripping Mikey's fist in both of his. He hadn't even been looking... How? How could they have seen even when he couldn't? They didn't just have his sight. They somehow had his ninja perception too! By the look of surprise on his little brother's face, Mikey seemed to have noticed this as well. With Mikey's burned feet, Donnie made short work knocking him over.
"Oh, that felt good!" Again, puppet master 2 spat with such hatred. "One last boost... Now where's that dagger?" Donnie was up and scanning the area. It was time to slit their throats and finished this.
He spotted the dagger, lying not too far away. Without delay he started making his way over to pick it up, but just as his finger reached and touched the weapon a katana knocked it out of his reach once again.
"No more Don… Stop this!" Leo's body posture screamed he didn't or couldn't fight him, but the leader stood his ground none the less. Donnie felt his outer self-wanting to push forward against Leo with an almost playful glee. He wanted to see what sort of sick easy shove would throw this exhausted brother of his across the room. Inner Don mentally flinched at the truth of the thought. For right now Donnie knew that Leo couldn't win even a simple wrestling match.
"Who's the weak one now? "Outward Donnie said silently as he lapped up his revenge for the sparing match the other day. Inner Donnie just sneered at himself in self-disgust.
"I couldn't agree more Leo... Maybe...maybe I was never meant to live too long."
"It would be so much easier if you stop resisting." Outer Donnie spat before picking back up the dagger and jumping high over his brother's head. The two of them interlocked, metal on metal, again trying to strike him in a way that would end his brother's life if he got just one good clean hit. Leo was forced down, his brother looked up at him with an expression of helplessness mixed with painful betrayal. The look almost broke inner Donnie's heart.
"What do you mean? What are you talking about Don!" Leo strained voice pleaded. He was no match for Donnie and the unknown forces behind him. Both Inner Donnie and Leo were so distracted that even Donnie didn't realize it when his body once again reached into his pocket for something else. Something that would end the fight for them both. Pulling out a small cloth ball he squeezed it in his hand, tearing the fabric and releasing a bright red powder. In a flash, he tossed it in his brother's face.
"GYAH!" Leo screamed falling back covering his eyes. A perfect opening for Donnie to land a good punch. Leo fell back as though he had just been struck with a hammer. Losing one of his swords in the process.
"Oh, how wonderfully fitting." Puppet master 2 sneered. "Not long now." He then made Donnie walk forward picking up the dropped sword. He was going to kill his brother with his own blade.
"Keep away from my brother... I mean it! Take one more step and you will be sorry!" Donnie threatened. Still he was ignored.
"If I am going to end you all, you might as well be the first." Donnie heard himself say but inner Donnie wasn't really listening any more. He was too busy eyeing the remaining katana his brother was still holding up. He was just holding it up, a warning for his crazy brother to stay back... But he was a lamb to the slaughter. And a blind lamb at that. Taunting Leo his body scraped the blade against the stone floor. The puppet master with Donnie as its willing tool, started to circle the blind ninja.
"I'm sorry Leo... 5!" Donnie sneered darkly. Another stone dropped and inner Donnie knew that something inside him had started to burn. Not like the pain filled burn that was coming from his arm, no... This was something else. He could feel his heart pounding faster. He could feel it in his chest, ticking away while getting hotter and hotter... Inner Donnie saw his brother's blade once
again. And here it was. Donnie had an idea. He would say that it just now came to him. But this cruel, terrible idea was more of an opportunity he had been waiting for this whole fight than an idea. And he hated…. HATED…. What he was about to put his brother through. Leo had a guilt complex worse than any of them. He would never forgive himself for this, but there was no other way. Don found himself wishing that it was Raph that had provided him with this chance. It was a cruel wish. For he loved all of them. But no matter, for it had to be now, Donnie had been pushed to this last resort. He allowed his body to raise up the sword, ready to strike Leo down.
"I won't go back to being nothing!" He screamed out loud.
"I'm not nothing! I was NEVER nothing! This is who I am and this is where I stand between you and them and... This is where 'we' both end." Donnie's feet were moving forward the sword aiming for Leo's head! Donnie had seconds to time it just right as he once again pushed himself forward shoving his other self aside. By that time, he was right on top of his brother, Leo suddenly spun around to face him, just as Donnie hoped he would. His outer self-moved to snatch the blade away from Leo, only to find that he couldn't. Like before Donnie pushed his mind forward, feeling the swaying sensation spread everywhere, from the top of his head to the tip of his fingers. The other Donnie suddenly gasped as he felt it too. So instead taking the sword inner Donnie made his body do something much….easier. Positioning himself just so Donnie simply walked forward. It didn't even take a full step.
The pain of the sword digging into his flesh was immediate, reacting instinctively Donnie's body curled in on itself against the agony. But in this case his battered body worked in his favor. His own weight wiggled and dug the sword deeper into his body. Through the knowledge of his end his own body couldn't even lift him from the sword.
"No what are you doing!" He screamed this time out loud.
"What you wanted to do from the start. Cut out the weakest part of us!"
A gasped escaped him as Don suddenly found himself very close to Leo's face. The blue clad turtle was too disorientated to know what had happened until it was too late. Now he just stood there completely frozen in time as he looked down. "N-No…no!" Leo cried out, his eyes locked onto his own weapon as the realization hit him. "D-Don...Donnie?!" His name burst from Leo in a whimper. Leo never got to see Donnie smile in relief as the sword fell from his hands.
"So, this is what happened to me in the future..." His outer self said quietly. Donnie knew he was talking to him.
"I guess it is..."
"I tried to stop it, but this was meant to be... Can I rest now? Donatello? Can I rest?
"Yes. We both can." Donnie nodded taking a hold of his brother's shoulders.
"Oh good. Thank you." And with that, that Donnie had nothing else to say. Donnie finally had his body back, and as time finally slowed down he couldn't hear the puppet master anymore. Everything was moving slowly, even Raph and Mikey seem too have become frozen in time just behind them. As for Leo, shock had taken him prisoner. Donnie didn't know what to say. He could count out a thousand words that had become trapped in his throat as they all tried to get out all at once. The smart turtle just squeezed Leo's upper arm reassuringly as he rested his head on his shoulder. He then turned whispering into his ear slit. It was so gratifying to know that he could finally speak for himself.
"When you have the rare opportunity to travel into your own and your family's future, there is one day you NEVER want to see... Forgive me Leo."
He wasn't expecting much of a reaction from his older brother for this, but Leo still hadn't let go of him, even as his body twitched. He just stood there like a statue, probably to mortified to move. It was worse than Donnie thought. He felt ten more seconds of excruciating and blinding pain, then nothing.
…..
Michelangelo slowly helped his father walk to the couch from the med bay. His shell was hunched over to aid the weakened rat, who was on wobbly legs. Despite finding and giving him his walking stick Splinter still wasn't able to walk by his own power. The side effects of the drugs were still in his system and would take a long while to wear off. In fact, the old rat should be resting, but no he wanted to see what had happened with his own eyes.
Walking Mikey looked to find Raphael doing the same with his older brother. They were making their way back from the bathroom to the couch. It was apparent from the way Leo walked that he was crushed, carrying his own weight of guilt and couldn't stand. Raph alone was all that was holding him up. It was a rare occasion to see this switch in the Raph's behavior. But as nice as it was to see the red hot-headed turtle gently and calmly handle his older brother, it sadly enforced just how horrific the situation really was.
As soon as Splinter's tired eyes met with his oldest son Leonardo, he froze on the spot, like a rabbit in headlights. Mikey pulling splinter on one side and Raphael leading Leo on the other allowed father and son to meet in the center of the room. But getting there was a slow and dragging march that seemed to take forever. Not that Leo wanted it to end, he didn't want to come face to face with his father and say, 'I killed my little brother.'
But the inevitable came none the less and the leader quickly kneeled down in front of the old rat. Hands planted firmly on the ground as he pressed his head down, not wanting to look his father in the eyes. A position and expression that stated that he had caused shame and is seeking punishment. With a confused mixture of fear and heart break coherent words seemed to fail the turtle.
"Father I didn't mean too – he just…he was… I don't understand-" Leo tried to say, but his father only gently rested his now shaky paw on Leo's face, silently reassuring his son that he understood and that he didn't blame him. Splinter Gestured for his son to rise from the floor before his eyes fell on the bloody cover shielding the body that was lying in the middle of the room. Leonardo's sword was still visible sticking out of the side of the blanket.
The old rat tried to make his way over to his fallen son, nearly falling down before Mikey caught and helped him the rest of the way. Splinter was still not able to believe that Donnie was really dead or that he attacked them. Both of these facts were just…. too unbelievable, too enormous to be true. He could feel himself shaking as he and Mikey kneeled down beside the sheet….beside Donnie.
"It wasn't him... it wasn't Donnie. He couldn't see... he couldn't... please tell me this is all just a bad dream?" Mikey rambled on, not really speaking to any of them through his tears.
"I don't understand any of this!" Leo finally said able to pull some words together as Raph and him also made their way to sit behind their father. "Why would Donnie…He wouldn't… he would never…" Leo trailed off. He couldn't nor wouldn't forgive himself for this, not ever.
"Leo both Mikey and I saw what happened. He was running right at you with your sword…. He saw you. He could have just snatched that sword right out of your weak ass grip, but he didn't…. None of this makes any sense, but it wasn't your fault. Believe me bro if it was, I would say so." Raph added.
"But he was acting so strange before... he was shouting at himself...He was stronger, his moves were different... Mikey said it..." Leo looked at his younger brother who still stared at the body.
Raph shook his head remembering as he looked into Donnie's eyes... They weren't his. But they had to be... It was Donnie's head! As Donnie would say 'logically they had to be his eyes.' But Raph did agree that it would be a comforting thought that there was someone else to blame for this. Was there something to Leo's and Mikey's ramblings? But even if there was what difference would it make now! Donnie was dead. His baby brother had died right here in their home thinking that they all hated him, and nothing could change that.
"We may never truly know what overcame your brother my sons... only that it was something very dark, of that I am sure." Splinter stated as a matter of fact. His search deep into Donatello's soul only moments before he died was a clear message that 'other' forces had indeed been at work.
Slowly, with trembling hands, he pulled the blanket away from his son's face. Donnie was lying on his side facing them.
Splinter's eyes closed as tears threatened to fall. He looked so peaceful as Splinter ran a hand over Donnie's cheek.
"What happened to you my son? What turned you against us?" The other three looked away, unable to face seeing what had happened. Even Raph wasn't covering up the tears soaking through his mask.
Splinter sighed. "Right now, we must do what needs to be done." The old rat instructed forcing himself into Master Mode. There would be time for grieving later. Right now, he needed to be there for his remaining boys. Despite his heavy slow-moving body from the drugs and his crushed heart, he would tend to Donatello first.
Placing one shaky hand on the olive-green turtle's head and the other on his shell Splinter closed his eyes and cleared his mind. "Donatello Hamato, you were a bright orb of light that could shine through any darkness. You had a gift that was used for selfless reasons, and because of that it ensured our clan's survival. You always lent a hand to one of your brothers whenever they needed you, and that only made us stronger. You were a great ninja, friend…. brother…and son. We will all miss you dearly."
Reaching down he gently but firmly grasped the sword and slid it out of his son's chest. As there was no more blood to flow the sword released with ease, but the sound of the cold metal slipping from the flesh made all the brother's cringe. The rat turned away placing his son's sword far from the body. But then his youngest son suddenly gasped beside him. That didn't come as a surprise... although what he said next did.
"Oh, thank god! Thank whatever forces are out there." Mikey said almost joyfully. Both Raph and Leo looked up at him, a little dumbstruck by the orange turtle's suddenly happy and relieved attitude.
"This IS all a dream!" Mikey looked at them smiling. "I want to wake up now please?" He begged. The rat and the turtles looked at their youngest lost for words. Obviously, he's in shock.
"Mikey what's wrong with you?" Raph said sounding more upset.
"This is a nightmare now everything is just melting away... Bodies don't melt in real life!" Mikey shouted, frantically gesturing to the body of his brother on the floor.
"Mikey what are you - ?!" Leo suddenly jumped to his feet as his eyes landed on what Mikey was talking about. Splinter quickly moved to lead a confused Mikey away from the growing mess. The release of the sword from the chest had started some kind of chain reaction. There in front of their eyes Donnie's skin was rapidly turning…. white? And just as Mikey had said, the body's features had started to collapse in on its self. Everybody gasped. It was like seeing something from a horror movie.
"What the shell!?" Raph was on his feet circling with Leo as they glared at the melting figure. They watched as any solid structure of his brother's body collapsed, like a balloon being deflated. Until everything had pooled out onto the floor in one big puddle of white goop!
"Ohmygod!" Mikey said, as always being the first to say what everybody else was thinking. "That wasn't… That wasn't… somebody else please say it so I know this is real!"
"That WASN'T Donatello!" Leo practically shouted the words and a tremendous wave of relief flooded over them all.
"No. No that was a freaking... what? What the shell was it? a copy of some kind? A an evil clone? A robot... no robots don't bleed... An alien then." Raph finished even more confused than before.
"An alien!?" Mikey looked up. "What like the movie The Body Snatcher's?!"
"How the shell would I know?! But its wasn't... it isn't...?" Raph didn't know whether to be jumping for joy or be furious. Once again, a stunned silence fell over the group as they stared at one another. There was so many possibilities of what this thing was or where it had come from... More to the point WHO had created it. However, none of that seemed to cast the shadow over the fact that it hadn't been him.
"A copy of some kind... But how? When? How?" Leo still on his own lost and out of control runaway train of thought.
"Three very good questions." Splinter replied rather blankly. He wasn't able to stop shaking himself, only now it was with joy. His son was alive! He hadn't attacked him. He hadn't kidnapped his brothers! All were overcome with such joy that no one actually wanted to voice the next obvious question. If this had been a look alike all along, WHERE was the real Donatello?
Everybody was thinking it so loud in their minds it didn't need to be said. But before it could be, Raph asked another good question.
"Guys... What's that rather strange noise?" The red clad turtle curiously stepped forward. Had they not already have fallen silent they probably wouldn't have heard the…... beeping.
Quickly Splinter lifted up the blanket off of what they had thought was Donnie's body. Once done the family was faced with something they did not expect. It rested inside the melting body and was covered in white goop. But the small item made them stop and their blood run cold.
"Err Leo!?" Raph said not able to keep the panic from his voice.
"GET IT!" Leo screamed jumping forward and grabbing the BOMB in the blanket. He sprinted holding the thing out at arm's length to the entrance of the lair towards the elevator shaft. Leo almost tripped on the trailing bloody goopy sheet he had wrapped the tiny bomb in. But he couldn't let that trip him. For the bomb was glowing and beeping, it had already been activated, and there was only five seconds left on the clock...
'So that was what the countdown had been about'
Mikey jumped to his feet. With new Mikey style speed, he grabbed his sensei, scooping the poor old rat up into his arms and running for cover. Raph and Leo were running in the other direction toward the elevator... they had just made it when - BOOM!
A/N: Hope you Like. Nice little twist we have? I know you all are confused at this point but we can't reveal that much right now. You just have to wait for the next time. Once again if you have questions please feel free to ask. Till next time.