Chapter Forty-Four: On the Horizon
AN: MERRY CHRISTMAS to all! Been slow in writing lately. Computer is 'fixed'… for now. Wasn't able to get a new one for Black Friday. Oh well. Least this one is holding on for dear life!
Been super busy volunteering at church and doing home repair/maintenance. Glad the year is nearly over! I need a couple weeks to rest and recovery my energy, maybe get some more writing in and have another post ready come New Year. Who knows? We'll see.
Reviews make the world go round… hint hint.
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Sable groaned, rolling over and biting back the foul taste in her mouth. The past week she had awakened to the horrible taste of sweaty gym socks, no doubt a lingering effect of pregnancy. She smiled, touching her lower belly and muttering her favorite mantra of no shells and praise for being a normal, every day, common baby.
Bladder reaching full capacity, she got up just as her phone rang. Donnie's name appeared on the screen as she padded to the bathroom.
"Hey, sexy, what are you doing up so early?" Sable asked.
Donnie purred at her endearment.
"Wanted to let you know we finished the bathroom, and dad thought it would be nice for you to visit before we leave."
"Leave?" Sable asked, holding a roll of toilet paper midair.
"I was able to triangulate the base of operations for the Foot," Donnie admitted. He had already explained the situation about Eric Sacks, Shredder, and the Foot Clan, and informed Sable of their desire to shut down the evil organization. "It's in Japan, so…road trip..err..plane."
Donnie wasn't enthusiastic about traveling abroad.
Sable's shoulders slumped, realizing Donnie was going to be away for an indeterminate amount of time. Into an unknown country. That was unfamiliar to him. No friends or confidants to depend on for assistance. No help if things turned sour.
Though she had complete trust in him and his brothers to protect themselves, it was still a dangerous situation. Her voice was tiny when she spoke.
"When are you leaving?"
"Not sure," Donnie muttered. "Have a lot of prep to do. In fact, that's why I'm calling. Dad wanted you to come stay with us until we leave. Give us some time to be together before we have to be apart for an indeterminate amount of time."
"Not exactly romantic, but I'll take what I can get," Sable said, tears welling up. She hated the thought of being so far away from Donnie, but was also touched Splinter had invited her to stay in their home. She wiped away the tears, mentally cursing her hormones. "I'll be there this afternoon."
"Sooner, if you can," Donnie said hastily. His voice dropped into a painful whine. "I miss you so much."
Sable read between the lines.
To goad her horny little nerd, she added fuel to his proverbial fire.
"I can't wait to be bent over in your bedroom, feeling you move inside me, trying to muffle my screams as you make me cum over and over."
Donnie let loose a tortured, pitiful whine.
Sable giggled, wondering if he was stroking himself through his pants, but opted to stop the sensual play before her lover embarrassed himself. He had three brothers to torment him, not to mention the world ending cataclysm that would occur if his father caught him doing something private.
"I'll go pack and call you before I leave," Sable said, sending Donnie affection before ending the call.
She drew a hot bath with scented oil while she made a quick breakfast. Toaster strudel in mouth, and a tray of eggs and bacon by the tub, she settled into the water.
Packing was done in record time, and as she was making sure the house was secured before leaving, her phone rang. Susan's voice piped through the line.
"Hey, Sabes, Shawn's arriving at Mercer at three today. We're going to meet him with signs," Susan giggled. "The boys are putting the finishing touches on their sign for Uncle Shawn and mom said she wants all of us to sing Yankee Doodle."
Sable rolled her eyes even though her sister couldn't see her. Their mother had a mean streak. Every time Shawn had gotten leave and met up with the family, their mother always picked an outlandish song to sing as a family when he arrived. The first couple of times it happened, he blushed beet red and avoided the off-key choir, but quickly became immune to his family's behavior.
"I'd love to be there, but I'm heading to New York to spend a few days with Donnie and his family," Sable said, already getting the knot in her gut that had nothing to do with her pregnancy. As she guessed, Susan laid on the guilt.
"You get to see your boyfriend all the time," Susan started, voice taking on a hard edge. "Your oldest brother, who has been serving this country for twelve years, is coming home for a short leave before being reassigned, and you can't take one evening away from your boyfriend to welcome home a hero?"
Sable's shoulders slumped. Thinking quickly, she added, "Donnie's father isn't well, so I'm heading there to help him out so the family can continue their business and not worry about their father being alone."
Sable hated to lie, but dammit, she wanted to see Donnie!
She saw Shawn less than a year ago, and though she loved him dearly, he wasn't her future. Donnie was. His family was. And if all went well, a shell-less little arrival due mid-December.
Shawn had his own life. He would understand Sable's need to be with someone they loved and cared for.
Susan would probably cave faster if Sable told her the father in question was a giant rat. Being a veterinarian, Susan had a fondness for all animals, even rats. Though it was questionable if she would be so fond of a five foot talking rat.
Susan's voice softened, no doubt the guilt reflected upon herself.
"Sorry to hear that. I hope he's going to be okay."
"Well, he's elderly, so it takes him longer to recover," Sable said, guts still twisting with the necessary lies. "So I'm going to stay with them a few days. Give Donnie and his brothers a chance to work and not have to worry about their dad being alone when he's sick. But I'll be at the party on Tuesday when Jake gets home. I'll see them both then."
"Okay," Susan sighed dramatically. "I'll let everyone know. Go and take care of your boyfriend's dad. We'll see you at the party."
Without so much as a fond farewell, Susan hung up.
Sable frowned at her phone, guts knotted so tight she could vomit. Usually, Susan was understanding but this time, she seemed cold, aloof, almost a little hateful. True, Sable had never missed an opportunity see her big brother and this was the first time she was going to miss it, but Susan had missed a lot of family gatherings herself, dealing with the responsibilities of being a wife and mother.
So why couldn't Susan understand Sable's need to be with Donnie and his family in what was, albeit an ill conceived fabrication, in a time of need?
Deciding not to dwell on it, Sable locked up her house and got into her Fit, setting her phone to the GPS coordinates Donnie had programmed in earlier. She dialed Donnie's number and immediately beamed a brilliant smile when his voice filtered over the phone.
"I'm on my way," Sable said. "I'll call you when I'm at the rendezvous point."
"Be careful," Donnie said. "I love you."
Tears dampened Sable's cheeks. "I love you, too."
She pulled out of the drive and headed to New York, all guilt and anxiety over her family long forgotten the closer she got to the big city. Traffic was more congested than previous, so it took longer than anticipated. When she finally pulled into the small niche at the bridge, her stomach was growling, and her panties damp.
She was so hungry, and not just for food.
Donnie opened the door and ushered her inside, taking her suitcase from her hand, dropping it on the floor, then swept her up into his arms, pinning her to the wall and kissing her senseless. She moaned for him to continue but he lessened his grip, pressing his forehead into hers and sighing heavily.
"I've missed you," Sable muttered, nuzzling along his cheek, neck, peppering kisses along his mouth and nose. She couldn't miss his thick tail nested at the apex of her thighs.
"Missed you more," Donnie answered, giving her a quick kiss before releasing her. He placed her on the ground and lifted her suitcase, directing her to keep pace at his side. "Mikey's making lunch. Hope you don't mind. It's pizza."
"We're starving," Sable said, patting her lower belly.
Even in the darkened tunnels, Donnie's face glowed with happiness. He slowed his pace and dropped his voice, though no one was around to overhear.
"How are you doing?"
Sable curled into his side, gazing adoringly into his dorkish face. "We're both fine. Just hungry. And missing you."
"As soon as I'm done with the calculations and itinerary, we'll leave," Donnie's expression turned dark and pained. "I don't know how long it's going to take to triangulate the exact location of the Foot headquarters, and then observe their base of operations, plan an attack, hack their main satellite communications for other possible locales, let Raph and Mikey tear the place up before burning it to the ground, then come home and rest while we search for any stray facilities or secret hideouts."
"So basically, you're saying it's a piece of cake?" Sable said, squeezing Donnie tighter. His life was full of danger and potential heartache.
Donnie snuggled into her warmth, caressing her cheek with a green finger.
"Worst part will be containing Raph and Mikey's enthusiasm," he joked, dropping a kiss to her forehead that easily gravitated to her inviting mouth. He spoke between kisses, "Dad's coming too, so they'll be more subdued."
Sable hummed, her hand sneaking to his tail to find it thick and straining. Donnie gave an involuntary grunt and thrust into her hand.
She licked his lip, grinning mischievously. "Tonight, lover. Promise."
Donnie growled a feral, resonating sound, green eyes glittering in the darkness. "You're damn right." Grinning evilly, he briskly raked his fingers between her legs, causing her breath to hitch.
"Come on. Sooner we get the day over, the sooner we can get naked."
"Such a romantic," Sable said breathlessly. She hoped she wasn't as flushed as she felt.
A few minutes later she was greeted by the aroma of fresh baked pizza and an orange banded turtle pulling her into a hug.
"Sister of mine!" Mikey crowed, hiding Sable in his arms. She all but disappeared in his bulk.
Donnie rolled his eyes, not perturbed by Mikey's overzealous attention toward Sable. The obnoxious little brother was merely being himself. Sable was immune to his wiles and besides, Donnie had no more qualms about Sable being around his brothers. Any pangs of jealousy had evaporated. He trusted his brothers to be protective of Sable.
Even Leo.
Though as soon as he caught sight of the loving couple, he scowled, crossing his arms over his chest and glowered at the tv. He refused to join the family for lunch, even when Mikey yelled he was going to eat all the pizza. Leo remained steadfastly staring at the tv, giving Judge Judy competition for a sour disposition.
When the family dispersed, Raph and Mikey opting to remain close by, tucked away in the niche that held gym equipment, Master Splinter hobbling to the couch to join Leo, who finally relented to his hunger and ventured into the kitchen to collect a plate while his father changed channels, Donnie tugged Sable to his computer bank away from the main room and planted her on his lap while he worked.
Both behaved themselves knowing there was going to be plenty of time for playtime later that night. Right now, they had to focus. Sable didn't want to risk distracting Donnie when so much depended on him gathering all the information he could and plotting the best possible course of action.
An hour passed with his skilled fingers hacking into various airline schedules, his printer buzzing and coughing as it printed out itineraries for three dozen flights.
Sable watched him with awe and admiration. His tongue pressed between his teeth and deep scowl line that made her giggle, taking a moment to distract him with a gentle kiss. He hooted in surprise, as if forgetting she was there. Her lips were a nice reminder.
Not wanting to get worked up, Sable broke the kiss and nuzzled Donnie's cheek.
"Can you hack the shipping manifests for cargo companies on the west coast?"
Donnie drew back, blinking rapidly, totally confused as to why she'd ask such a strange question.
"Yes. Why?"
"Back up plan in case plane delay or bad weather," Sable said, gazing into his eyes. She loved him so much. Her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest. "Cargo ships take a little longer, but it would be easier to hide among the containers. It would also give you an alternative mode of travel in case someone is able to figure out you're hopping planes."
Donnie did the adorable dorkish double blink that signaled his brain was launching into overdrive. With a twitch, he was off, typing madly, staring at the screens with a new kind of determination.
Sable watched for several long minutes, unsure of most icons flashing on the screen. But Donnie knew what they meant and easily manipulated into performing his every command. The printer buzzed again, hopping on the stand as it struggled to keep up with the vast amounts of data being printed.
Checking the time, Sable tapped Donnie on the snout to get his attention. He turned his bespeckled face toward his lady love, the screens giving him an eerie glow.
"Have you had a work out today?" Sable asked, distracting her lover yet again.
"We performed our morning katas at seven," Donnie said, trying to return to work, but Sable twisted in his lap, gasping both his wrists and holding them away from the keyboards.
"If you're going to be going into battle, you'll need to make sure you're in top condition," Sable said, getting off Donnie's lap and motioning for him to get up. "You can finish your calculations tonight after dinner. Right now, you guys need to work out. Get your skills sharpened before you charge headfirst into the front line of the enemy."
Donnie opened his mouth to argue but realized Sable had a point. He had spent far too long at his computers and various experiments. He needed the extra training, lest he become a liability. He sighed in resignation, knowing any argument he had would be shot down by Sable's sharp wit. Slouching, he rose to comply, dipping his head a moment to give Sable a tender kiss that left her breathless and flushed.
Sable swatted Donnie's ass and ushered him toward the main room where his siblings and father were crowded around the tv, engrossed in a sci fi show.
"Leo!" Sable called, paying particular attention to the blue banded brother who scowled at her when she called his name. "You guys need a work out. If you're going to be taking on a gang of trained ninja on their turf, you need to get in some practice. I want everyone operating at their best before you go wading into the nest of the enemy."
Four sets of wide eyes stared at the petite woman.
Sable clapped her hands and motioned toward the bedrooms instead of the dojo.
"I'm serious! You need to be prepared, and that means lots of practice. You're going to be on your own over there and you need to be able to rely on each other. Now, get your shells into your studio and have a good training session. I'm going to help your father work on dinner."
Sable smiled brightly at Splinter, but instead of returning her smile, he was sizing up his sons with a beady eye.
"A sound idea," Splinter said. "Sable is correct. We are soon to engage in battle in unknown territory. Our skills must be at their peak if we are to be victorious. We have become far too complacent. If we are to destroy the Foot, we must be prepared, in body, mind, and spirit."
Four green shoulders slouched.
"But, there's going to be a new Star Trek tonight," Mikey whined.
Splinter's tail shot out, cuffing the young turtle behind the knee and sent him teetering to catch his balance. Splinter hummed in meaning.
"Complacency. There was a time when you would have been able to deflect my blow." Splinter narrowed his eyes at his now guilty looking sons. "Come. Let us sharpen our focus, for when we are in a strange land, we will have nothing but ourselves to rely upon."
"Well, that's comforting," Raph groused, cracking his neck.
"Any requests for dinner?" Sable asked, realizing she wasn't going to have a rat's help to make dinner.
"Anything edible," Raph said gruffly before shoving Leo on the shell.
Leo staggered, glaring daggers. Raph sneered, challenging his older brother.
Sable set about making dinner, knowing there were going to be four starving turtles and one rat after their rigorous workout. She hummed as she threw together a casserole and placed a roast in the oven, marveling at the well stocked kitchen. The eight massive blocks of Orange Crush giving her some concern. Not to mention the dozen boxes of pizza mix and enough frozen Chinese food to open up a restaurant.
Shaking her head at the 'bachelor' food assortment, Sable made sure to avoid anything with excessive sugar or sodium. Placing the food on slow simmer, she carried her suitcase to Donnie's room, taking a moment to extract her bathrobe and slippers and hanging them up by the door.
To her delight, the bathroom was located around the corner from Donnie's room. She was glad she wouldn't have to run through their home to reach the bathroom in time when she had to unexpectedly pee. The bathroom was surprisingly clean and professionally done, save for the lurid picture hanging on the wall that had an orange fingerprint on it.
But Sable didn't mind. She was touched the turtles had created such a private and beautiful room that was more for her benefit than theirs. The tile work was evenly spaced, almost OCD in its scheme. Fresh towels were stacked on the wicker rack.
There were also no less than six tubes of toothpaste, six bars of soap, three kinds of sponges, eight different body washes, and more than a dozen shampoos.
Sable checked the clock. The turtles had been training for two hours. Dinner would be ready in another hour. Doubting they would want to eat while sweaty and exhausted, Sable followed the sounds of violence until she entered the dojo.
And her heart stopped.
Rat and turtles battled fiercely, faces set in determination, sweat beading on their tense frames, bandannas glued to their faces and necks. There were a few nicks and cuts and Raph had a busted lip, but on and on they moved. Weapons moved in a blur of death, clashing, clanging, deflecting.
Wordlessly, they paired, then broke apart, changing their configurations, attacking each other as enemy one moment, and battling as friend the next. It was confusing and vicious and elegantly beautiful in its deathly glory.
Sable held her tongue, not wanting to distract them and cause an unnecessary injury. She simply stared, mesmerized by their unrelenting pace, their focus, and the absolute terrifying precision in which they moved.
She gaped, fascinated and frightened in equal measure. Donnie ducked a blow from Mikey and swung his bo into Raph, electrifying the end and giving Raph a zap. But Donnie didn't take time to gloat. He was already in motion to pair with Leo to ward off Splinter's attack before Mikey stepped in and paired with Leo to overpower Donnie. Despite his thin physique, Donnie held his own, even getting an elbow up into Leo's face before squaring off with Splinter.
Sable wasn't sure how long she watched but the smell of a roast drew her away from the combatants and back into the kitchen, where the roast was bubbling in readiness. Using the distance as a buffer, Sable shouted.
"Dinner's ready!"
She hoped no one got hurt by her distracting declaration. She set the table, hoping dinner wouldn't be stagnated with smelly, testosterone laden males. But fifteen minutes passed without the arrival of rat or turtle.
Not wanting to shout again, Sable returned to the dojo and found everyone piled on top of Mikey. The orange banded turtle struggled to throw off the excess weight, but was having no luck. His brothers (thankfully unarmed) and father were attempting to keep him pinned to the ground. Sable thought it an odd thing to do until Splinter spoke, somewhere near Mikey's left knee.
"Hold!" the rat master barked. His sons instantly froze. "Michelangelo, place your right hand on Leonardo's neck upon the pressure points."
Mikey's hand moved to the indicated place, resting in position and awaiting further orders.
"Now, bend your right leg upward, placing your foot behind your left knee," Splinter continued, waiting until Mikey obeyed. "Now, place your left hand upon Raphael's inner right thigh."
"Dude, I'm not that kind of turtle," Mikey quipped, but still obeyed. Raph growled in warning.
"Now, rock on your shell, using your momentum to dislodge your opponent, while utilizing the pressure points," Splinter said, readying himself to be thrown free of the struggling turtle.
Mikey rocked and twisted, jabbed and poked, but still couldn't remove his family pinning him into place. Raph and Leo winced from Mikey's finger jabs but still kept their positions.
"Try again," Splinter said, grasping Mikey's foot to place it in a better position for leverage.
The shell pile rocked and heaved again, but three brothers stayed firmly rooted into place. Mikey grunted and huffed as he strained but to no avail.
Sable smirked, knowing a much better incentive to get the ornery turtle to move.
"PIZZA'S READY," she called.
There was a sharp intake, a bright expletive, and Mikey became a wriggling electric wire that not only found the right pressure points and dislodged his brothers, but managed to disorient them in a way they collided with one another in a dizzying heap while Mikey bounded to his feet and bolted out the door.
Leo grasped his head, shaking loose the cobwebs that had collected from colliding with Raph's chin and Donnie's bony knee.
"Of course," he muttered.
Rat and turtles exited the dojo, Sable standing aside as they passed and waited for Donnie. When they were alone, she stopped him with a hand on his plastron.
"You guys scare the hell out of me," she confided, finding several scuff marks and numerous bruises mottling his skin.
Donnie lowered his face to hers, kissing her tenderly before replying.
"We are warriors. Our weapons are merely extensions of ourselves. They can only harm if wielded by inexperienced hands."
Sable nodded in understanding, though her heart was still lodged somewhere in her throat. Donnie's hand on her back guided her from the room and toward the kitchen, where Mikey was complaining about lack of pizza.
Turtles, rat, and human sat at the table, enjoying a hearty meal and pleasant company. Even Leo was in a better mood. The work out had cleared his head and eased the tension between the family. At least for the moment.
Conversation was definitely more enjoyable when Leo wasn't constantly staring at her with a hairy eyeball.
Sable had expected him to be as surly as before, but he answered her questions with politeness and no sneering or snarky remark. And no stink eye.
In fact, nothing stunk.
She expected them to reek after their workout, but instead of being surrounded by the aroma of hormonal young men and wet fur, she was pleasantly surprised to find they each smelled of well worn leather and autumn-time leaves, with a sharp, woodsy scent. Even Splinter bore such an agreeable odor though his fur was matted around the neck from sweat.
After dinner, Leo announced an early morning training session, which Splinter readily supported, much to the chagrin of three turtles. Leo went to bed just after nine, but Raph and Mikey were still wired up. They settled themselves into a niche with a large flat screen, a stack of video games, wireless controllers, and enough potato chips to start a factory.
Splinter hobbled to the main tv and turned on the channel six news, his head already lulling from fatigue.
"Get cleaned up, and meet me in your room," Sable whispered to Donnie, giving him a wink.
"Our room,' he corrected, dashing through the lair to clean himself up for his mate.
He hurried to the new bathroom and turned on the water, stripping down and scrubbing himself clean. By the time he finished, towel wrapped around his waist, Sable was finished cleaning the kitchen.
With Splinter sound asleep on the couch, Mikey and Raph engrossed in their game, and Leo's closed door, there was no one to witness the open lust in Sable's eyes as she found Donnie exiting the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel.
Sable was barely over the threshold of their bedroom before she began peeling off her clothes. Donnie tried to help but fumbled so much, Sable swatted his hands away.
As soon as she was naked, Donnie lifted her into his arms and eased her down onto his full rigidity. Sable sighed, her aching places finally filled with his love.
Donnie sat down on the bed, wedging his shell against the wall and held Sable to him as he deepened the kiss, and their connection. Neither moved save for the slow, loving mating of their mouths, Donnie's hand cupping her cheek, worshipping and dominating her in equal measure.
Dizzy, Sable basked in his attention, totally overwhelmed by his love raining down on her and throbbing inside. She loved him so much! The ache was finally quelled. Full of his love, she began to tremble, his presence pushing her closer and closer to the end.
And he hadn't even moved!
With a gasping cry she came undone, shaking in his arms. He kissed through the tumult, grounding her in reality as she quivered around him.
"Oh, God, I love you," she muttered, clutching at his shoulders as she began to rise and fall on his shaft.
Donnie scooped her rounded bottom, squeezing the mounds firmly to lift her a little higher.
"Love you more," he panted, guiding her into riding him with long, sensual strokes.
The steady, measured pace was having its effect.
Sable's stomach began to tighten for another orgasm. She held Donnie's face, staring into his eyes as her inner walls squeezed and stroked him. His normally bright green eyes were nearly black with lust, his lips pulled tight over his teeth as he strained to control himself and prolong her pleasure.
And what glorious pleasure it was.
Sable suddenly fell over the edge, stiffening in his arms, her head thrown back, a silent cry squeezing from her chest.
Donnie growled, low and feral, lurching forward and sinking his teeth into the plane of her neck, his fingers grasping her ass and holding her still while he rapidly pumped the entrance to her womb.
Sable rode out her orgasm with a gasping cry, nails raking along Donnie's scaly head as he marked her with his teeth. The momentary flare of pain turned into pleasure, snapping her back to reality with the sharpness of a blade.
Clutching his head, panting in his ear, she breathed, "Fuck me, Donnie. Fuck me hard."
Spell broken, Donnie drew back, her words sinking into the fog in his brain. He flipped them over, pinning her to his bed and throwing her in shadow.
"Yes, ma'am," Donnie muttered, performing a slow withdraw, only to slam back in with the force of a tidal wave.
Sable's breath escaped in a rush, pushed from the inside out by the power of his thrust. Breasts bouncing, belly quivering, she barely matched his pace, his vehemence lifting her hips off the bed and causing stars to blot out her vision.
As a turtle possessed, Donnie moved.
"Fuck,' Sable hissed, eyes rolling back into her head, and coming violently.
Her tightness was the trigger Donnie needed to find his release and with a mighty thrust, he arched, cock twitching three times before exploding. It took just over a minute for him to fully empty himself, dropping next to a panting Sable, cock slow to retreat. Her thighs were washed white with generous cream.
It took several minutes for either to move. Sable draped herself over Donnie's chest, drawing the exhausted turtle into a sensual kiss, her hand pressed directly above his heart.
He touched her belly, his tired face etched in worry.
"How are you? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Sable's hand covered his.
"We're fantastic," Sable muttered, dropping kisses to his shoulder. "Loved. Inside and out."
Donnie's thumb caressed Sable's lower belly.
"Always. Until my dying breath."
Tears welled up in Sable's eyes. She hugged Donnie close.
"Promise me you'll come home."
"I promise," Donnie muttered, wishing such a vow was a guarantee at success.
But with the upcoming battle, Donnie wasn't so sure about a positive outcome. There were so many things that could go wrong, and given the turtles' luck, some, if not all of it, would happen.
The risks of being out in broad daylight, hopping planes, traversing airports, navigating unknown cities without the ability to ask a native for assistance. Electronics were a big help, but disaster could still strike.
Lightning storms. Downed towers. Satellite disruptions. Wet or broken cell phone. Plane or cargo ship go down and be lost at sea.
And that was just getting to Japan.
Once they landed, it was a whole new mess of dangers and risks, and that wasn't including infiltrating the Foot Clan and wiping them out.
Donnie wasn't naive enough to believe things would go smoothly like when they flew to South America. That had been a cake walk compared to what was on the horizon.
But if they were to eliminate the Foot Clan forever, they had to take the risk. If the Foot was attempting to mutate humans, they needed to be stopped.
Donnie stroked Sable's side, holding her close, imaging a future where he held his newborn and the world was safe.
He only hoped such a future was possible.
And feared the price.
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Well, hope it was worth the wait. Wanted to get the emotions in there and set up future chapters… hehehe
Gonna be a roller coaster.
Buckle up, kiddos!
XOXO
PJ
