| Part 19 |
| "Okay, now let me get this straight. Our master is Satan?" The Turtles, donned in their hat and trench coat disguises, sat in a large booth of a 24-hour diner with Cameron and Cynthia. They managed to sneak out of the building without being seen. If anyone should start with them, the Turtles would have handled the situation their own way. Cynthia changed to a white sweat shirt and jeans. A little over-dressed for cheese burgers? Raphael answered Cynthia. "No, he's not Satan. But he's just as bad as Old Scratch Himself." Cynthia smiled to Cameron. "And Mom said I wouldn't meet anyone famous at this place." "I wouldn't be asking for autographs just yet, kid." Leonardo glanced through a newspaper sprawled out in front of him. Something caught his eye and he cut in next. "You two are like, what, 13?" They both nodded. "Right. Does this ad sound familiar to you?" Leo spun the paper in their direction. Both leaned closer to read the ad: Private Teachings Enroll Your Child Today! Benefits, basic education. Ages between 8-16. Self-Defense Classes include Tae Kwon Do, Karate, Aikido For Information Please Call (212-555-TEACH) Cameron's eyes widened. "That looks like the number my Mom called." "Wait, Cam. Look over here." Cynthia pointed to another ad on the opposite page: Law Enforcers Seeking New Recruits Classes Provided, No Experience Necessary, Apply Within Contact Sylvia For More Information at 212-555-TEACH "Wow, kids! The whole family can join! What a fun-filled event." Michaelangelo laughed sarcastically. Leonardo sat back, staring at the paper. "Of course it sounds convincing. That's what they want the public to think." He shook his head, giving a sad look to the kids. "They're putting children's lives in danger. I won't stand for it." Cynthia frowned at him. "Then, then we'll leave. How does that sound...um... sir?" "Leonardo. Never call me sir, okay? And leaving sounds like a good plan to me. Pass the word to your friends as well." Cameron nudged Cynthia. "I didn't tell ya but they've got some real cool names." Cynthia grinned at them. Leo rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. "As I was saying, you've got to tell your friends in your class- "That is a cool name. Leonardo. Can I call you Leo for short?" "Uh, yeah, sure. Um, tell your friends that you can't-" "So, what are their names?" Cynthia pointed around. "I wish I had a cool name too!" Leonardo looked around the table. Here we go again with the names! "Guys? Mind if I....?" They shrugged. Sure. Whatever shuts her up. Leo pointed quickly. "Michaelangelo, Donatello, Raphael. Okay? Now, as I was saying...." Sam sat quietly on Risa's bed with arms encircled around her chest. Risa went to shower in the adjoining bathroom. She never did earlier. She was too scared to be alone to do anything. Some sort of being watching over her constantly prevented her from doing much. Sam stood and looked around the room, wondering what this thing looked like. "Michaelangelo." She uttered to test it's patience. Nothing happened. Before turning to sit down, the desk lamp started to flicker and the room became frightfully cold. "Oh, what have I done?" Sam looked around, seeing nothing. But knowing something was there gave her the chills. The shower head shut off, panicking Sam. "She's going to kill me. I summoned her friend." Encircling her arms again, her teeth started to chatter. "Witch craft." She whispered. "What's been done can be undone. If I could just figure out what it is...." "Talking to yourself?" Risa walked out wrapped in a towel. Her top shoulders were suddenly in goose bumps. "Sam, why is it so cold in here?" "I, I'm sorry. It's my fault." Sam started wringing her hands. "But this is really scaring me." Risa frowned. "What did you do?" "I said one of their names. You know who..." Risa groaned. "This is crazy! I didn't think it mattered!" "You didn't believe me. I told you I was cursed. No one is safe around me." "This has got to stop. You can't live in constant fear like this." "What can you do?" "I'll think of something." The hours grew later and later. Cynthia and Cameron walked quietly side by side with the Turtles following behind. They were like distant shadows watching their every move, making sure no one would try to hurt them. Cynthia got a shiver once the two reached their destination. "Wish I could go home now." She murmured, staring at the darkened building. "It's only for one night." Cameron replied. "Unless you've changed your mind." Cynthia looked down. "No, I haven't. We'll check out tomorrow after we've talked with others." If only they turned around, they would have seen the Turtles nod their heads in approval. A breeze whipped up out of nowhere. It was unusually quiet for the city at that hour of the night. Cameron glanced at his watch. It said 10 p.m. "We're suppose to be in bed by now." He started to walk but Cynthia backed away. The place was haunting her mind as visions of death flew across her eyes. "I'd feel better off sleeping in the street." Cameron stopped and put his hands to his hips. "You're serious." "Very." "Is it because of what he said?" Cameron thumbed at Leonardo. "That the place is run by Satan?" "I never said anything about Satan." Leonardo spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. "I said your master has evil intentions on molding his followers into ruling out the world in destruction." "Sounds like Satan to me." Raphael mumbled. "Look, you kids should head back inside. Just for tonight." Leo really didn't want them to go back at all but knew it was better than the streets. Cynthia stepped back further, almost bumping in to Donatello and Michaelangelo. "No." She defied him like a small child. Leo approached her and she rammed fully in to the others. "I would rather sleep out here and deal with the bums." "I can't let you do that." Leo reached for her but she flinched from his grasp. "At least they won't try to kill me." She spat out. Raphael was able to grab her arm. "No, they'll try to rob you instead!" "They won't get much. I have nothing to offer." She pulled away. "How about your dignity?" He reached again and she smacked his hand. He pulled back in shock. "Stop it! Don't grab me like that!" "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Raphael screamed back. He looked around, making sure people wouldn't think HE was trying to mug her. "Yup, she's definitely losing it." Cameron quietly said. Mike and Don nodded in agreement. "Fine, Cameron! Let's head back and deal with the consequences. Let's go in, possibly get caught and suffer severe punishment. You'll get it first since you're a boy!" "And what if we don't get ca-" "And what if we do?! Jeez, Cameron, I didn't know you liked the pleasure of getting whipped. Remember what happened to Emiko a few nights ago?" "Yeah, I know. I was there." He noticed Don was watching him. He turned to him, just as Don looked away. "But I was told she ditched this place. You can't just leave without telling anyone." Cynthia flopped down on the curb-line, wrapping her arms around her legs. "I'm trapped. We're both trapped." She looked to the building again, catching a group of armed soldiers coming out. "Oh, God! Run, Cameron!" Cynthia bolted off in the opposite direction, never once looking back. Whether the Turtles and Cameron followed her, she had no idea. She just kept running. Sam began walking up and down the hall ways by herself. She needed to help her friend. There had to be something she can do to help her rid this curse that had fallen upon her. She finally decided to return to her room. She had books on witchcraft. None of course contained spells that would release the invisible entity. They were simple books that described the many ways spells are used and for what purposes. Unlocking her door, she found it to be slightly ajar. The door squeaked open on it's own. Sam cautiously entered to find the room empty. "I see you're finally back." Richard emerged from the bathroom. "What are you doing in my room?" She spoke in deep tone. "Waiting for you. How's Risa?" "She's fine." "That's not what I heard." Sam cocked her head. "Oh, you know everything that goes on around here, don't you?" "I'm a soldier. It's my business to know. I just spoke with the master when you took off with Risa. He told me she hasn't been feeling well lately." "Is that all?" "No, there's more. But you wouldn't understand." "Try me." "Actually, I'm not permitted to say. Seems to me you are not allowed to know much detail of what goes on around here." "Richard, if you're going to put nonsense into my head just for a good fuck, you're sadly mistaken." Richard approached her and slapped her as hard as he could across the face. His nail caught her lip, drawing blood. "You whore! How dare you speak that way to me! All that nonsense is true you feeble-minded bitch! The master knows all and tells all and he told me you've been fraternizing with those mutants!" "Get out of my room!" Sam pushed him toward the door but he turned and placed a hand-cuff on her wrist. "Hey- what the hell are you doing?" "You're under arrest for associating with the enemy and will be placed in holding until further notice." "What?! This is absurd! You have no proof!" Richard turned and pulled out a video from his satchel. "The camera never lies. We got footage of you in the swimming hall with those freaks in broad daylight." "Damn it, Richard! Who's side are you on?!" "I don't take sides, Sam. I've seen enough to realize you can't be trusted anymore." "Why are you doing this?" "Because you broke the rules and it is my duties as a soldier." "Fuck your duties." "I'm sorry to have to do this to you. We could have been happy together." "I would rather marry one of those mutants than live with the likes of you, anyway!" Richard violently pulled at her hair and ushered her out the door with her shrieking the whole way. Some people opened their doors after hearing the commotion, watching Richard and a few rounded up soldiers dragging Sam off down the halls. Risa, on the same floor, watched in horror and silence. "Oh, God....no...I've got to tell.....someone in particular." She whispered to herself. Risa closed the door and stared at the head to toe mirror. She removed her robe and looked at her nakedness, sucking in her stomach to conceal her small pooch of a stomach. The shadow that haunted her seemed to have disappeared for the moment, leaving her to explore parts of her body she never touched before. She glanced upward, the reflection staring back. Stepping closer to it, her breath started to fog up a small spot on the glass. "Raaa-" She started. Nothing happened. "I love him, don't you understand?" Still nothing. "Raph." She challenged. This wasn't working. She clutched the mirror with her nipples pressed against the cold mirror. "Raphael! Ohhhhh! Raphael! Raphael! Raphaaaaael!!!" She opened her eyes and stared at herself. God, she looked dreadful. The laser on the desk suddenly fell onto the ground near her feet. She looked to it, feeling a sudden urge to throw up. "I can end it now. I'll kill myself if you won't let me be!" She picked up the laser and went to shoot herself. A clicking sound was heard. Saved by the safety button. Risa threw it against the wall and broke down into sobs. Cynthia ran till she was completely drained of energy. Slowing her pace, she turned to look behind her. Cameron and the Turtles were no where in sight. But the soldiers were! Marching down the street in a formal stance. One would think a parade was about to start. Cynthia started to edge up to a brick wall, watching them with caution. A hand flew up from a dark alley, muffling her shrieks while the other hand wrapped her waist to pull her inward. "Shh! It's me! It's me! Don't scream." Raphael whispered in her ear. Cynthia almost fell into his crouched lap before turning toward him. He moved his hand from her mouth and put a finger to his. "Oh, hi." She said quickly in a low voice. "Hey." He gave her a small grin. Leonardo hung low in another dark alley, Michaelangelo and Cameron were ducked behind a trash compactor, while Donatello took his chances behind a beat-up 70's style van. The scene was somewhat fascinating. Changing of the Guard, Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, the death of a president, all those events flashed across the Turtle's and kid's minds. The soldiers looked most professional and well-trained with their trusty weapons. "Looks like the Army came to town. Wouldn't wanna get on the wrong side of them." Raphael said quietly. Cynthia nodded, still feeling exhausted. She took it upon herself to sit, or perhaps fall down, onto his lap. He turned to give her a look. "Well, just have a seat why don't ya?" She smiled, placing her arm behind his neck for support. Raph shifted his weight, still eyeing at her with annoyance. "Hey, what do I look like, a chair? Why not just throw some pillows on me while you're at it?" "That's not a bad idea." She said softly. "Hey, I'm the one who makes the jokes around here." The soldiers continued on their way, people backing off the streets onto the sidewalks. Leo emerged first, followed by Mike and Cameron looking around the corner of the compactor. Don slowly edged around to the front of the van as the soldiers walked passed it. Raph watched them coming out of their hiding places. "Okay, let's go. Break times over." He stood and pushed her off onto the ground, walking out into the pale street lamp overhead. Leo stepped closer to them and looked down at Cynthia. She looked tired, almost ready to fall face down. "A workout, Tae Kwon Do and running in the streets is a lot in one day. I don't think risking a punishment would be the wise thing to do." "Thank you." She said to him rigidly. Don came over next followed by Cameron and Mike. Cameron was fighting to stay awake like Cynthia. "So, where can we go?" "We could take them to the dump." Michaelangelo suggested. Cameron gave him the stink eye. "The dump?" "Current location of our home." Raph dreaded to repeat. "That's fine with me." Cameron said, looking to Cynthia. "If you don't mind-" "No, it's fine. Show us the way and we'll follow behind." "Well, then let's get going before it gets later." Leo started to walk off, his brothers following his lead. "It's not that far is it?" Cameron looked down the street. "Should take less than an hour." Raph replied, looking back to them. The two kids groaned. "What, is that too much for you to handle?" "It wouldn't be if I wasn't so tired. I can barely walk now." Cynthia whined. The Turtles stopped abruptly and looked to one another with heavy sighs. Cameron looked to each of them. "What's wrong? Why'd you stop?" Michaelangelo's head was down with his eyes upward to Donatello with a hand out. "Think we should....?" Donatello looked back to the kids. They stared with puzzlement. "Alright, just this once. But we'll match for it. God, we're too nice. Here, ready?" Both did paper, rock, scissors. "One, two, three." They both said, Donatello getting rock, Michaelangelo getting paper. "Damn." Don muttered. Mike grinned and patted his shoulder. "I really feel for you, man-" "Shut it, Mike." Leonardo and Raphael did the same. Leonardo got scissors, Raphael getting rock. "Rock smashes your scissors!" "Yeah, yeah! I know! Terrific." Leo mumbled. "Now, aren't you glad you've been working out?" Raphael teased. Leo ignored him. Cameron frowned as they approached them. "What are you guys up to?" Donatello walked up to him then turned around, bending down to his level. "We don't do this very often." Cameron continued to stare. Don looked to him. "Better hurry up or we'll change our minds." Leo bent down as well for Cynthia. "Just remember who stuck their necks out for you." The kids looked at one another before catching on. Cynthia did a quick hop onto Leo's back, making him grunt from the weight. He stood and curled his arms under her legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Cameron did the same to Don whom wasn't prepared. He ended up bending further forward, almost somersaulting. "Ooof! Jeez, Cam! How many rocks do you have in your pockets?" Mike chuckled to that. Raph couldn't hide his smile as he watched his brothers struggling around the street to get used to the extra weight thrown on their shells. "Go fast, guys." Don gasped. He could feel Cameron cutting off his air passage. "Cam, don't try to strangle me, okay? Gaaack!" Cameron grabbed the front of his trenchcoat, quietly apologizing underbreath. It was an usual sight watching four bulky characters, two carrying small children upon
their back and speed walking down the sidewalk. People sized them up as they passed
by. The door slammed shut behind Sam and the sound of a lock clicking filled her ears. A barred view of the moonlight shone down on her, making her body have striped shadows. Like a caged animal, she began to slowly pace the small room, her mind racing with thoughts of escaping, helping Risa, and....Michaelangelo. They wouldn't know where she went and would probably forget all about her. Mike couldn't forget so easily. And vice versa. Sam felt movement outside the door. The tiny window in the wood opened, two glowing red eyes looking at her. She gasped and backed away. The eyes blinked, turning normal. The door then squeaked open where several guards and the master were visible. Master Nomed let himself in and crossed the room to stand in front of her. He was incredibly tall, his size almost taking up the little space she had to move around. "Samantha." His voice boomed. "My dear, you have disgraced and betrayed me deeply." Sam didn't respond. In his eyes, it was true. To her, she knew she did nothing wrong. He circled her, looking hard in her eyes. "I must know, Samantha. Why would you do such a thing? Why would you let one of those things touch you?" "Because I would have died, master!" She sneered. The guards came closer, feeling her words to be a threat. The master waved them away. "So it appears. Perhaps then it was your time to go?" Sam's eyes widened in horror. He ignored her reaction. "Tell me. Do you now have feelings for these creatures?" "Why don't you ask one of your guards?" She glanced to the group in the doorway. Their faces were concealed in dark helmets. "They tell me what they know, Samantha. I'm not a mind reader." Thank God! Sam thought to herself. "I only know what I see and hear." "If you know, then why are you asking me?" Sam was now pushing it. The master's face twisted up in anger. He flung both of his large hands on top of her shoulders, turning and slamming her against the brick wall behind them. Sam winced from the pain as he leaned in closer, his breath breathing on her neck. "Enough! I can kill you instantly, girl! You cannot play these little games with me! Not in the position you're in! When I ask you something, you will answer!" Sam stared, fighting back the tears. She could see emptiness in the pools of his eyes. They looked like they had no color in them. "Fine, master. As you wish." She whispered. What other choice did she have? This guy could crush like a bug. There was no point in resisting. The master released her and backed away, never taking his eyes off her. "I asked if you had feelings for those freaks. Your eyes hide it well but the facts are clearly stated that you do care." In disgust, he turned away to think for a few seconds. "You are too good a soldier to lose. But I cannot change your thoughts of how you feel for them." The master looked almost hurt. "You leave me no choice to but to have you destroyed." "What?!!" Sam's mouth dropped widely. "My God!!! No, please, no!" The master stride toward his guards, whispering to them. "Prepare her sentence for tomorrow night." "Why sir?" One guard interrupted, eager to know. "I can't keep her in holding forever. If she lives, she will permit those freaks to roam my quarters and try to stop me. I cannot not have my plans foiled because of her." "But sir, she can't do much in here. We could hold her in here till they're captured." Another guard suggested. The master glared at him. "And how long will that take?! You fools have been beaten everytime! I cannot bear to look upon this traitor any longer! She has proven unworthy to me! I want her dead and gone from here!" She heard that even though he was trying to speak quietly. His voice reached a growling whisper. "No, you can't do this!!" Sam screeched. The master ignored her
and stepped out. "Wait, goddamn it! This is inhuman! You won't get
away with this!!" The master left her with the |
Eve Of Destruction
By: Brinatello
After a bomb destroys their home, the TMNT seek new lodging and discover a place full of unknown horror.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Adventure/Supernatural - Chapters: 30 - Words: 122,941 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 1 - Updated: Apr 28, 2001 - Published: Apr 26, 2001 - id: 266176
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