Disclaimer: I only own my characters and my Craptop (yes still the same old craptop)

SO, I might be back, this might be another phase, idk.

here is chapter 3

Donnie stood up and watched the puffy bundled girl run away, making a note of her footprints in the snow, he turned back to the blonde man on the ground and crouched down to tie him up. Just as he was tightening the knot the man jerked up and tried to slam into Donnie.

"Woah, buddy. Calm down, I have some questions for you." Donnie pulled the man up and sat him down on a nearby bench.

"Back off you fat idiot! Untie me!" The man glared up at Donnie.

"I might let you go if you tell me what's going on."

The man glared up at Donnie and spat onto the ground at his feet. "That walking piece of trash needs to die! She has ruined my life from the day she was born!"

Donnie looked at the man with disbelief in his eyes. "How did a little girl like that ruin your life? Who is she to you?"

The man huffed and looked away. "I ain't gotta tell you shit!"

Donnie smirked and leaned in close to the man. "Oh yes, you do. Mister Murakami, the owner of this nice shop, is a good friend of mine. I'm also the one who put up his security system a year ago."

The color drained from the man's face.

Donatello grinned and leaned back. "I also know for a fact that this whole scene was recorded and that I am more than willing to turn you into the police and give a statement if you don't tell me."

The man swore under his breath and glared back up at Donatello. "She is the bitch that killed my wife. She was the one I was forced to take care of! Doc's tried to tell me she is mine, said the DNA matched. Fuck if she is my kid! No way I made a freak like that! That's why she has gotta die, once she is gone I don't have to think about those memories anymore! I will be free! Don't you see why she has gotta die?" His eyes were wide and bloodshot.

Donnie stepped back and looked down at the man trying to hide his disgust at his words.

Just as he was about to tie more rope around the mans ankles, Murakami came out of his shop with three large styrofoam containers. He walked up to Donnie and handed him the boxes before gesturing to the man and the cameras. "Thanks" Donnie said and turned back to the man.

"I'm going to leave you with Mister Murakami until the cops get here." Donnie glanced down to the small boot prints.

The man tried to stand up, but his hands were already tied to the bench. "You can't do this man! You said you wouldn't call the cops!"

Donnie grinned at the man and turned to follow the tracks. "Did I? You know, I could have sworn I used the word maybe."

Donnie could hear the shouts behind him, the derogatory names the man was throwing at him. Those words had no weight to him, that man was just some city scum. He was more worried about the girl. How long had she dealt with her father acting like this? Did she have somewhere safe to go? The warmth radiating from the boxes spurred him on, following the small boot-prints quickly, so he could give her one of the boxes while it was still warm.

The tracks led down the street and through a few alleys before the spaces between them got closer and she had slowed her pace. Walking next to the tracks down a side street he started analyzing the area around him. The tracks went around the side of a dumpster where it looked like she rested for a bit, but there were no tracks leading away. He chuckled for a moment at her evasion skills but quickly caught himself. She knew how to get away. She has had to learn what it meant to be caught first.

Donnie looked up and saw a fire escape above him that had its ladder retracted. He glanced around himself to check for any wandering people then launched himself onto the lower level of the fire escape. There were more tracks leading up the stairs, placed close to the center where there wasn't any snow, but he could see the small bits from her boots. No snow was disturbed on the railings. Climbing the stairs he kept an eye out for the small amount of snow and water from her boots. At a level turn the traces stopped with a small pile of snow bits from the bottom of her boots. There wasn't any snow on the railings this high up but there was more covering the whole stairs and a small pile next to the building, with the edge of a dainty boot print squished into the side.

The lack of snow on the next two window sills caught his eye, the closer one was dry but the next one over had a damp corner. Donnie shook his head and kept following the trail she left behind, however faint. A bit of crushed snow, small fresh boot scuffs on the trim of windows. Almost to the top floor, a bit of fabric on the railing corner as she skirted around the outside of the fire escape to avoid the snow covering the stairs, just to get to more cleared windows.

The state that man was in, Donnie didn't think he would have bothered after seeing the snow scraped off her boots. Going on a hunch he went ahead and took the easy way up, making it up the three remaining floors to land on the edge of the building.

He didn't see a trace of her anywhere.

The rooftop was covered in fresh pea gravel that had done its job well. The little bit of melting had the snow practically gone from the rooftop and the footprints from regular residents hid any path that might have been there.

At least he knew she wasn't running, he could have followed that.
The door to the building was locked, the only other structures were a ventilation duct and an old garden hutch he could see through. He calmly walked right past the ventilation duct and stopped about five steps past it, looking towards the hutch.

"Dang, now I gotta go back and tell Mister Murakami I couldn't give her her replacement." He said as he slowly sat down. He placed one container as far to his left as he could reach and took out the two he had ordered, opening one and biting into the first piece. He huffed a bit at how hot it was but kept chewing anyway. "Oh, that's warm." He popped the second half into his mouth as he heard fabric rustling from the duct.