Minyadagniriel
Additional Footage – Apollo
"Take it easy!" Leo growled.
The request was ignored and Apollo just kept coming at him, overly angry.
"Apollo! I said take it easy!" Leo barked again. Something was clearly wrong with his son today, "Why are you so upset?"
Apollo smashed his swords down on his father's and began pushing him back.
Leo's feet slid along the mats and he'd had just about enough of Apollo's attitude today. He pushed back and quickly swept Apollo off his feet.
Apollo crashed to the floor and growled, getting ready to counterattack.
"I'm beginning to think that you may be Raphael's son! What is your issue today?" Leo demanded. He slipped his sword back into its sheath and waited for an explanation.
"Don't you ever get sick of being cooped up underground all the time?" Apollo questioned.
"Of course I do, but in this day and age we don't have much of a choice."
"Why did you have to bring me back to this century? I was able to walk free without the worries of being seen!" Apollo screamed.
Leo frowned; he knew it wasn't very fair to bring his son into a more dangerous world where humans did not accept their kind yet. "I'm sorry…I knew it would be a difficult transition for you and I had hoped you'd be past this stage by now. I guess a few years isn't enough."
"Damn straight it isn't enough!" Apollo growled and he put away his swords.
"Why don't you go topside for a little while and get some fresh air…and don't go far please," Leo said and he took his leave from the dojo.
It was a good idea and Apollo took to the surface…
The city was bustling, even at this late hour of the night. The streets were crowded with tourists and the clubs and restaurants filled with humans looking for a good time. Horns were honking and the screeches of tires rang through the night. Apollo watched from the rooftops the heat signatures of warm bodies passing below. The cover of darkness barely covered his pale white skin but he knew enough to conceal himself in the deepest of shadows. He relaxed against the brick wall of the building, listening the club music thundering below. He'd taken a liking to what the humans called 'metal' a year ago when he started going on night runs alone. He stayed for another hour or so before deciding he would return to the lair for the night. It was around two in the morning when the music stopped and the club was closing for the night. Apollo took off across the rooftops, careful to leap over the gaps in buildings. He learned the hard way that he couldn't rush like his father or uncles did. He'd fallen off a building and fell two stories before latching onto another building's edge. Luckily his uncle Don was with him and helped hoist him back up.
The trek back to the lair wasn't long and just before he lifted a manhole cover he heard a scream. Years ago he probably wouldn't have answered a call for help like that, but these days, thanks to his father…he would. He ran in the direction of the screams. What he found was a group of three men attacking a woman. One of the men ripped her purse out of her arms and the other two were holding her arms. A hand covered her mouth so her screams were now muffled.
"Not much cash in here girly…" one of the thugs said, "Looks like we'll just have to take our payment outta you!" he said.
Utmost disgust ran through Apollo's mind. Thoughts of his life with the rebellion suddenly flashed before his eyes. Women were mistreated so badly by Bishop…he wanted to eradicate womanizers and beaters. Apollo drew his swords and pinpointed the thug's heat signature before leaping off the building. He crashed down on the bum still holding the purse and used the butt of his sword to crack him across the face.
"A ghost!" one of the other men shouted and he let go of the woman to run.
Ignoring the escapee, Apollo kicked the other thug off the woman and he nailed him in the gut with his foot. The bum slowly crawled to his feet and surprised Apollo with a gun. He took it out of his jacket, "You ain't no ghost! Ghosts can't harm the living!"
"Then I must be a demon…" Apollo said menacingly and he briefly stepped into the light to show the man his appearance. His white skin reflected the street lamp and he tilted his head slightly, revealing his deep scarlet eyes.
"Ah! Holy shit!" the thug screamed and he began firing his weapon in every direction. He was a terrible shot, however one of the bullets managed to graze Apollo across the forearm.
The woman was screaming, terrified of the shots and she lay on the ground during the confrontation.
Apollo lay low to the ground until the gun began clicking, clearly out of ammunition and he leapt to his feet and quickly threw a punch towards the thug. The man crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Apollo then picked up the revolver and stuffed it in his belt strap, "Someone like you shouldn't' be carrying a gun."
The woman on the ground was obviously frightened and he needed to approach carefully. He placed his swords back in their sheaths and slowly stepped towards her. She was on her hands and knees scrambling to find her purse. She looked up to see it dangling next to her head and she grasped onto it and slid backwards, away from him.
"W…what do…want…please don't…hurt…" she stammered.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Apollo replied calmly. He sank further into the shadows and grabbed hold of the nearest fire escape.
Regaining her nerve, "Wait…wait…"
Apollo stopped mid-climb and glanced at her, "Yes?"
"Thanks…for saving me," she said.
"You'd better call the police," he replied and continued up the ladder.
"Can't you at least tell me your name?" she asked, but the demon creature had already disappeared.
The lair was fairly quiet when Apollo returned home, but his first priority was to dress the knick on his forearm. He gently pushed open the door to Don's lab and stepped inside. His uncle was fast asleep, leaning over on his work desk. It was typical of his uncle to pass out while working. The first aid kit was inside one of the drawers in Don's desk so he carefully slid it open, hoping his uncle wouldn't wake up.
"Out a little late tonight?"
Apollo flinched when he heard his father's whisper over his shoulder. He stood up with the kit in hand and saw his father gesture for him to follow.
The two of them left the lab and it usually wasn't a good sign when Leo was heading for his room…it meant a lecture. Once the two of them were inside, Leo closed his door and gave his son a deadly glance, "What happened?"
Nothing came to mind…and he couldn't give just ay old excuse. Apollo decided it was best to just tell the truth, "I was shot at."
"You were only supposed to get a little fresh air, not engage in a shoot out," Leo said.
"I was helping a woman in need."
"You should have left it up to the police."
"The police wouldn't have made it in time!"
"Apollo, you're not supposed to be fighting without me or any one of your uncles present. What do you think would have happened if your enemy knocked one of your lenses out? Or if you were shot in a vital organ?"
"I'm quite capable of fighting!" Apollo yelled.
"Not like you once did! You're at a disadvantage now!"
"I can fight! I don't need you feeling sorry for my vision loss!"
"And I don't need you getting seriously hurt! We've lost enough family already!" Leo shouted.
The two turtles were interrupted when Leo's door cracked open and Aurora peeked her nose in, "Uncle Leo?"
Leo sighed, annoyed that they'd woken the six year old up, "Hey sweetheart…"
"Why are you yelling?" she asked innocently.
"We're just having a conversation. Sorry we woke you…go on back to bed," Leo said calmly and smiled at her.
Aurora rubbed her eyes and morphed into her druid form before skittering off to her room.
The first aid kit was popped open and Apollo started cleaning off the knick with some antiseptic. He then wrapped a bandage around it and taped it. The heat signature of excess blood on his arm was gone, meaning he'd done the job correctly.
Leo took the first aid kit, "I'll put this back, why don't you go to bed. We'll continue this tomorrow…"
Apollo grumbled and disappeared from Leo's room.
"Geez…damn kid…" Leo mumbled. Ava was nowhere near as difficult to deal with.
The following night…
Apollo snuck out of the lair, not wanting to hear another word out of Leo. It was eleven at night and Apollo returned to his favorite nightclub roof to listen to the music once again. He also had a book with him. It was something to read while he relaxed. He learned to read Braille over the last two years with his uncle Don. They had ordered by mail lessons for Apollo, but both ended up taking them so now they could both read it. He had to admit; it was nice having an uncle who was interested in learning along side him.
The music ended at two am as usual and he closed his book, intending to go home. Hopefully his father would be asleep this time. He really didn't want another lecture. Just as he was about to take off, he heard someone call out in the alleyway below. It wasn't a scream like last night, but a soft 'hello'. He calmly walked over to the ledge of the building and peered down into the alley.
"Hello?" the obviously female voice called again.
Apollo recognized that voice, it was the woman from last night that he'd rescued. What was she looking for?
The woman paced around the alleyway for a few minutes waiting, "Luna, you must be crazy," she said aloud, the comment meant for herself. She paced for another moment and disappeared around the corner of the building.
So her name was Luna. Apollo laughed at the irony and took off for home.
This time Leo was fast asleep in his room, so Apollo could easily sneak into bed. He dropped his book on his nightstand and slid under the covers.
It seemed like only ten minutes went by when his uncle Raph rudely awakened him.
"Hey runt, get up. It's my day to train with ya, now move it," Raph stated and he yanked the blankets off his nephew, "C'mon, ass up!"
Apollo grumbled and carelessly rolled out of bed, a headache brewing. He managed maybe three hours of sleep and was not happy. It clearly showed in his spar with Raph as well and he was the loser of today's match.
"What the hell's wrong with ya today?" his uncle questioned, "Ya ain't sleepin'?"
"Right," Apollo lied, not wanting to tell Raph about his nightly excursions. It's better he thinks it's a lack of sleep.
"Then think of it as a lesson, ya don't sleep good, then ya fail at battles."
Scoffing, Apollo rolled his eyes. This coming from the uncle who was the king of staying up all-night and sleeping most of the day. He followed Raph out of the dojo and into the kitchen for breakfast. Everyone was already up. Leo was chatting with Mikey while Don casually read the newspaper and sipped a cup of coffee. Kain relaxed on the floor with Aurora, both had already eaten and now she was climbing all over her cousin.
Apollo took a seat next to Michelangelo and picked at the stack of leftover waffles. He really liked these sweet treats stuffed with bananas and chocolate chips and doused with maple syrup. Mikey was certainly a good cook.
Raph picked up Aurora, "Little missy, ya got a music lesson this mornin'."
"Awe…daddy…can I do it later?" she whined.
"No. Ya wanted those lessons and uncle Donny got ya situated with em, now ya gotta do it. I thought ya liked ya jazz lessons?"
"I do. But I wanna play with Kain!"
"You can play with ya bro later. Now go get ya sax."
Aurora hopped out of Raph's arms and ran to her room to get the instrument.
"Got your arms full with her," Donny commented.
"Yeah. She's a lot more…energetic than Ava…" Raph replied.
Silently chewing, Apollo listened as his uncles continued chatting and he finished his breakfast. Then he got up and placed his dish in the sink to wash it.
Aurora rushed back, carrying her saxophone and an armful of sheet music. She piled the papers on the table and let her dad pick one out for her. The entire family listened to her practice for a little while.
That night…
As if right on cue, Apollo took off again, loving the cool night air and the pounding of the music below. He'd forgotten his book this time but it was okay. The music was more than enough to entertain him. As it played, his thoughts raced. What was it like inside the club? What were the humans like? He only wished that he could go inside and interact. He used to be such a loner before coming to this time…now he was actually craving attention from other people besides his family. He never had to hide…never felt like an outcast. Why did Dark Leo have to sentence him to near exile in this time? He longed to roam the streets once again.
The music continued to play…
Then he heard it…
Apollo climbed to his feet and peeked over the ledge…it was that woman again, Luna. She really wanted to contact him. He heard her call out for him.
"Are you there?" she asked softly.
He craned his neck, why was this woman so obsessed with talking to him? Didn't she realize what he was? Perhaps she didn't get a good look at him. Well he didn't know how well she would take it…if anything she'd probably scream. He grasped onto the fire escape and slid down the ladder, curiosity biting at his heels. She had stopped calling out to him and looked as if she was about to return inside the club. His foot plopped down on the ground and he relaxed against the wall whilst crossing his arms.
"This is ridiculous…" she said and reached down to adjust her shoe. She retied her laces and stood back up to smooth out her blouse, "I don't know why I keep thinking that guy will be here." She finished fussing with herself and walked along the alley, just about to pass Apollo's position.
"Hello…" Apollo said, his voice low and commanding. He saw her signature jump a little and then she backed herself into a wall.
"Where are you? Please just don't scare or hurt me!" she cried and pressed her back against the cement. She could barely see in the dark and only one street lamp shone down in half of the alley.
"I'm not going to do anything to you. I was just curious as to who you are looking for…" he replied.
"I was looking for the man who saved me the other day. I owe him…well I owe him a lot. Who knows what those men would have done to me."
"Hm."
"Well I sought you out to thank you and…"
"You already did," Apollo cut her off.
"Oh I know but I just felt that I didn't do it properly."
"Well, you have again, so I'll be on my way," he said, ready to climb the ladder.
"Wait! Please…" she said quickly, not wanting him to go yet.
Apollo rolled his eyes and turned back towards her, "Yes?"
"Why are you hiding in the shadows? Can I see you?"
"No," he replied.
"Please? I only caught a glimpse of you before and if I saw correctly…you're very different looking."
That was an understatement. Still, he sighed and decided he may as well humor her and maybe, just maybe her reaction won't be so bad. He placed his toe into the light and slowly stepped forward until his entire being was engulfed in it. A gasp was heard, followed by a heavy exhale and then…nothing.
He felt her eyes wandering all over him, studying his every detail. The signature of her body was coming closer and he stepped back slightly, a touch nervous, "Please…don't…" he uttered.
"You're so...unusual," she said and she continued forward.
Apollo was now pressed up against a wall, slightly irritated at how uncomfortable he felt. He wasn't like this years ago. The humans today were very unpredictable and quick to judge. Normally they feared what they didn't understand. Why would this woman be any different?
"Can I touch you?" she asked innocently.
"No," he said quickly and reached for the fire escape, not once taking his eyes off her. She seemed to ignore his response and one of her fingers brushed along his forearm. In a panic, he yanked himself up. He couldn't let this girl touch him again. Leo would have a field day if he found out how much contact he's had already.
Luna stood at the bottom of the ladder, not once removing her eyes from the strange creature until he reached the rooftop. She wasn't going to give up on him so easily and decided to follow him. She grabbed the ladder and pulled herself up, but her damn heels were a pain to climb with so she kicked them off.
"Much easier," she mumbled as she clumsily reached the top of the ladder. That creature made this look so easy. "Hey!" she called out, hoping he was still up there. She pulled herself over the ledge and stepped onto the cement rooftop. He was nowhere in sight, "Damn…" she whispered.
From another rooftop, Apollo watched the girl peer along the club roof. Why was she so interested in him? Only two other people have ever had so much interest in him before, his father and Dark Leo, never a girl. Apparently she gave up when her signature disappeared from his view. She had climbed back down the fire escape and he felt he should go home before she actually did find him.
At home…two o'clock in the morning…
Apollo lay down on his bed with the lights off, thinking. His time in the past was completely filled with training and planning for a war, but now…he had all the time in the world. His training sessions were always in the morning with Leo or one of his uncles and he had the afternoon and evening to do what he wanted.
His pillow seemed extra comfortable tonight, for reasons unknown and he relaxed into it. He could hear the gentle humming of the refrigerator in the kitchen...so hypnotizing. He closed his eyes, intending to fall asleep but his thoughts reverted back on that night's events. The music…the club…the girl…wait, what? Why should he be thinking about her? He tried to shift his focus on something else but it was no good. He remembered how her voice sounded and the shape of her signature. Donatello's invention allowed him to see body shapes and solid objects. He had no idea what her eye color was or her hair. The girl was around him long enough for him to memorize her every line…every curve.
He grew very warm just thinking about her…and unsure about the new emotions flooding his mind. It pissed him off that he was getting so worked up over this girl. He noticed his breathing grew deeper and the heat swirling around in his belly was slowly spreading towards his loins…but why? He barely knew her! The memory of her fingers brushing against his arm gave him chills and he found his right hand wandering down his plastron. Shame was enveloping him to having thought of her in such a way. He was a soldier! He was better than this! But at the bottom edge of his plastron, his swollen length greeted his fingers. Normally he would ignore the urge…but he couldn't and gripped onto the appendage, feeling the width of it fully erect. Then he swallowed his pride and allowed his palm to glide up and then back down. He repeated the action until the heat from his strokes merged with the skin of his penis and the pleasurable sensation began to overtake his senses. He looked down at his hand and saw the glow of his heat signature melding with his fingers. The rest of his body was covered with cooler hues as the warmth encircled his member. It grew hotter with oranges and reds and spiraled around his length. Even the signature of his hand was disappearing as it blended in with the heat.
His mouth opened and he began to pant, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep himself under control much longer. He shut his eyes tightly as the end drew near and he muffled a groan as he felt the most intense orgasm rush across his loins and then shoot up through his length. The semen splattered onto his plastron and the last of it dribbled down his fingers. It was so wonderful…why hadn't he done this before? Then embarrassment took over and he quickly sat up, reaching for the tissues alongside his bed, resting on the nightstand. He needed to clean himself up before the fluid cooled, then it would be harder to locate and wipe away.
Finishing, Apollo laid back down. The sudden rush of adrenaline and hormones tired him out and he fell asleep.
To be continued in additional footage part 2…
