Part 12
Part 12

Master Nomed paced his room in deep thought. The hours after midnight were his favorite. It meant the dead can come out and play. He never wanted harm to come to his children. He only wanted what was best to keep them silent and close to him. He was a little upset that his precious Emiko had left him. He hated to see her go. It wasn't his fault that the plane crashed. The devil made him do it. Or was he the devil? The Master chuckled softly as he looked out his window. His men were at another battle again. Troublesome gangsters will pay for their crimes. It was what the world wanted. A peaceful city again. Yet not under his rules. Not under his commands. A soldier approached into the doorway and saluted to him.

"Is it done?"

"Destroyed, sir."

"Good. No one must ever leave this place alive. What about Jennifer?"

"Still missing. We checked her house where her mother was. She wasn't there."

The master sat down at his chair and groaned lowly. "We cannot risk outsiders to know our plans. We've got to find her."

"Um, sir? A report just came in from one of the groups. A soldier was found roaming the streets. She was identified as Marisa Stratford. She was hanging around with some strange mutants."

"Mutants? What kind of mutants? Like from back home?"

"I don't know, sir. All was stated was that she was with them and she got shot down. We're not sure if she survived or not. The mutants took her away."

"It's very interesting. Marisa befriending mutants. Jennifer is missing and Emiko's been taken care of. Would these three girls have any link to these mutants by any chance?"

"I have no idea sir. All I know is what I received. Emiko spoke of no such thing when she arrived and last I heard Jennifer has been punished to live her life in silence."

"No, she still has her tongue. One of the brats has been playing tricks on me. Whoever it was will be punished. And if no one confesses, they all will be punished."

The soldier nodded silently. For all they knew, the punishment was already done for the 'brat'. By a quick, unexpected death. The Master sensed it but remained quiet about it. He rose and walked around his dark chamber. The room's decorations were fitting enough for a funeral palor. Or Dracula's tomb. Everything was black, gloomy, and smelt of death. The Master had little tastes for accomadations. Like a convent, there was small means of furniture to speak of. But a nun would pray for her soul before daring to step one foot into this place. The soldier never took his eyes off him as the Master began pacing again. Things were not going the way he wanted them to. He wanted his children to be strong and his soldiers to be brave. No one has once question this 'school' that was advertised years ago and is still listed in newspapers and the yellow pages. It was listed under private teachings. A home away from home where the student studies regular school subjects while in training for police work. No one would or should suspect anything.

"I'm going out for the evening. You know your post."

"Yes, sir."

Before the soldier knew it, there was a cool breeze that went past him and he was left standing alone in middle of the room.

Sam slept soundly in her room. A pillow and now water pack laid at her sore foot where she had injured herself in the pool. The pack that use to hold ice slowly soaked into the pillow, making her exposed foot above the covers cold with the room temperature. The nights were always below normal and it bothered many occupants whom lived within these walls. Sam shivered in her skimpy summer slip of a night gown and pulled the covers up higher around her bare shoulders. REM kicked in before long and she began to dream:

She saw blue again. Lots of it. She was underwater with her foot stuck in the sand. Sand? She looked around to see the water she was in was near a tropical island. She screamed out bubbles, gulping in horrid salt water. A hand came to her foot and yanked it out, this time more easily than before. Sam was awake enough to see it was Michaelangelo whom was the hero once more. He smiled to her with small air bubbles escaping from his nostrils. He whisked her from the bottom of the ocean and swam upwards, reaching the surface. Both gasped into the clear air. The sun was shining brightly down on them, giving the water a beautiful shade of aqua marine. Mike pulled her to the shore line where the water became knee-deep and carried her the rest of the way up to a large palm tree. He set her down and examined her foot, rubbing away the pain. He never once stopped smiling to her; a goofy smile that stuck in her mind vividly. He was so gentle, so loving, she had forgotten any pain she felt in her sore foot. He kissed her foot lightly, sending a spark up through her whole body. He kissed her leg next, then slowly continued up on her thigh, stomach, chest, neck, and finally lips. Sam closed her eyes and put her arms around him, allowing him to explore every inch of her body. He reached behind her back to untie her bikini string, the two ends falling down in front of her. He then unclipped the back and pulled away to reveal her large but cold breasts. The nipples were stiff to the touch; being from in the water. He cupped one with his hand and massaged it back to it's normal shape. Then doing the same to the other. Sam watched in utter silence. There was never a word exchanged between them. She carrassed his cheek as he went down to suck on a nipple, chewing at it softly with his large, round teeth. The urge was coming strong. Mike then pulled her bikini bottom away from her hips and with her help sitting up, got them down to her ankles. She kicked it away with her good foot and smiled back to him, now in full nudity. He stared down at her. It was his. All his. He stradled her body near the lower half and waited a few seconds. He was ready as ever. Sam whined as he shifted forward. With a quick thrust, he was in. A virgin, he detected. Not anymore. Sam squeezed his arms and followed along with him. He panted softly and continued to thrust back and forth in jerky movements.

Outside, Sam opened her mouth with a gasp and grabbed herself, sliding up and down in the sheets. If someone recorded her, she would be embarrassed for life.

A cool breeze whipped against their skins, giving Sam goosebumps all over. Mike covered her body where she soon felt warm and cozy. Sam looked back out at the skies. They started to turn to a dull gray color. Sam ignored it as her companion continued to make love. A dull sound of a large explosion went off in the distance. What was it? Whatever it was, didn't seem to cease their business. A crack of thunder filled her ears and tiny drops of rain fell upon her. It sizzled at the touch. Acid rain! A volcano had erupted near by, causing hazardous weather to fill the air. She squealed and tried to pull away, but he didn't seem to care. Buried alive and burned to a crisp in hot lava frightened her to death. She looked to the other side to see the volcano was on the same island as they were on! Now, she really started to panic. The lava started rolling down a hill that was dangerously close to them. She could feel the ground getting hotter under her bare bottom. The sex was so good, the rain was so evil, and the lava was moving in on them.

Sam flinched in the bed and before another vision occurred, she sat up with a scream. Sweat poured down her temples as she breathed heavily in her spot. She looked down to her foot to see it needed more ice. While getting out of bed, she took note of something else. The sheet near her crotch was soaked. For the first time in her life she could safely say it was not urine. She had just experienced a wet dream.

Leonardo was left alone to sit quietly as a doctor talked to Raphael in the hallway about Risa's current condition.

"From the wound, she has a collapsed lung that is beyond repair and has to be removed." The doctor paused while looking over the chart. He sighed as Raphael stared with a blank expression. "Um, we need to contact some family members and let them know the situation. I'm very sorry. It doesn't look good. We're doing everything we can but it's a very difficult pro-"

"Is she going to live or not?" Raphael spoke slowly with a groaned tone.

"I can't answer that at present time. As I was saying, it's a very difficult procedure and will take some time. Now, you can come back later when we have more news and-"

"I'm not leaving until I know she'll be alright." His voice was lighter but still harsh. He continued to stare blankly. Inside his blood was boiling with rage and anger.

"Then I suggest you take a seat in the waiting room. We will report back later when we have more news."

The doctor turned on his heel and left Raphael standing there. It easily gave him access to follow the doctor at a low stealth. He started to walk but got pulled back by a security guard.

"Hold it, buddy. I know what you're thinking."

"How the fuck do you know what I'm thinking?" Raph snapped.

"The doctor said to take a seat in the waiting room. For your sake you'd better do what he says."

"Yeah, right." Raph mumbled and headed toward the exit. Your sake, my ass! Better watch out 'buddy.' Don't even think of pissing me off.

Raphael returned to the waiting room and sat opposite of Leonardo whom didn't seem to notice his presense. He read a magazine to keep from falling asleep; too many hours spent walking around, worried over their friends, battling gangsters and soldiers at the same time. They never did eat that entire day and hunger pangs were coming on strong. But he was used to it. Living in their conditions, they'd go days, possibly a week without eating. April did her best efforts mailing packages of food to them whenever she could afford it. Thanksgiving and Christmas were the best for them. They'd visit her and the others at the farmhouse and eat a feast that would linger on for many hours. Even after they left during their visits, she'd give them Hickory Farms hams, cheeses, and candies in large family size boxes. Her Christmas gift to them. How could they have managed so long without her? When times were rough, she was always there for them even when she needed someone to be there for her. She was a true friend. A big sister almost.

Leonardo closed the magazine on Time. He wasn't interested in politics anyway. He glanced up to see Raph sitting in another chair across from him. He looked tired. Deranged. For Raph, it was no surprise. Such events would tire anyone out. And it all happening in one day made it worse for the body to bounce back into full swing. Leo stood up, stretched and walked over to him, taking an empty seat beside him.

"What are you thinking about over here by yourself?"

"Her."

"What did the doctor say about 'her'? Anything good?"

"No. The laser gun blew a big hole in her left lung, damaging it beyond repair. It has to be removed. He couldn't tell me much. I'm waiting to find out more."

Leo sat back in his chair, releasing a heavy sigh. This is going to be a long night. Get comfortable. He leaned his head over to look behind the desk to check the wall clock. 2:30 in the morning. It was possible to stay up all hours of the night without sleeping. He never cared for sleep to begin with. It takes him off guard, leaving him defenseless and vunlerable. He feels rest is important only when his body needs it most. Never for pleasure or relaxation. To him, it was considered a waste of time.

Raphael, on the other hand, didn't care one way or another. Sleep sounded good to him. He crossed his arms over his chest and lowered his hat over his eyes, closing them for a few minutes. In those minutes, he would think of nothing that was happening to them. Or their friends.

Sam sat at her desk with elbows propped up and fingers rubbing her temples. The flourencent lamp shone down on her short golden blonde hair. She shook her head as she thought back to her dream. So odd. What did it mean? Why was she dreaming like that? This would ruin her reptuation when she got into college with her old school buddies. Her 'click' group as been known to be. A knock came to her door.

"Who's there?" She hissed quietly.

"Samantha? Open up, it's me, Richard."

Sam hobbled over to her door and pulled out the latch. A tall young man in uniform stood in the doorway. He was about 6'1 with light brown hair and a faint goatee growing in. He was going for the Cary Elwes look to impress the other girls of the building. Right now, his heart was set on Sam. She had mixed feelings for him, unsure of what he was capable of. Being a soldier, he was quite strong and muscular, never allowing anyone to stand in his way. He was a fighter. With guns. A professional with the lasers especially. One was always at his side incase he had to ever use it on someone. He was one of the soldiers present when Sam inched her way from the shadows when rescued by the Turtles. He was suspicous of her behavior then and was even more suspicious when he heard her scream. His face held a concern as he pushed his way in.

"I was on my way to see you when I heard you scream. Is everything alright?"

"I'm fine, come right in why don't you?" She closed the door and turned to face him. "What are doing roaming the halls at this hour? Was your shift changed again?"

"Actually, my shift just ended." He quickly changed the subject. "How's your foot?"

Sam looked down. "It's doing better. I need more ice for it but I think I'll live."

Richard smirked to that.

"Well, I hope so. Care to explain what really happened?"

Sam frowned.

"What do you mean? I already told you earlier."

Richard looked at her slyly, taking a seat at her desk.

"Refresh my memory."

Sam groaned and sat down on the bed to get comfortable.

"I went swimming by myself, my foot got caught in the drain and I almost drowned. Luckily-" She paused, not wanting to mention Mike's name or the other Turtles. "Uh, luckily, I pulled it out and swam to the surface. I grabbed my stuff and attempted to make it back to my room to rest my foot and take a shower."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"And no one was around?"

"Not that I know of. Why do you ask?"

"Well, rumors have been going around about mutants wandering the halls. Some soldiers have actually seen them. They're very dangerous and need to be captured. I just wanted you to know so you'd be more cautious."

Sam looked down, almost feeling like a traitor. They weren't dangerous. They saved her life! How could they possibly hurt people when they end up saving them from a near-death experience? She did recall seeing weapons attached to their bodies. Perhaps they were dangerous when they needed to be. Maybe they fight because no one understands them. They seemed so kind and helpful. The thought never crossed her mind as them being a threat to society unless provoked.

"How do you know their dangerous? If their mutants, maybe they're just protecting themselves in battle."

"They have no business being here. It's against the rules to have anyone or anything allowed within this building. They're just asking for trouble, Sam. I'm telling you to stay away from them."

"But what if I bump in to them accidentally? Do you want me to just shoot them? Without an explantion?"

"As a soldier, you are ordered to shoot anything that is unauthorized or a threat to our group."

Sam shook her head. "I don't believe in that. If they're not harming anyone, I'm not going to shoot just like this."

Richard's eyes widened. "Don't tell me you're defending these creatures, Sam? Not my Sam!"

"Oh, puh-lease, Richard!" Sam rolled her eyes. "This is so ridiculous. Can we not discuss this? My shift will be starting soon and I want to get a little more sleep."

Richard stood up. "Fine. Just be careful. I don't want you getting hurt. I worry about you."

Sam followed him. "You don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself."

"Mmm." Richard opened the door again. "Goodnight, Sam. Pleasant dreams."

Oh, they will be, Richard. They will be.

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