| Part 21 |
| "Get back! Watch out!" Leonardo reached behind him with a slight struggle to pull a katana blade from the back. The hilt got caught on his coat collar, making him easy target for the rampaging soldiers. An on-coming soldier toward Leo decided to use fist attack then fire power, instead getting biffed in the jaw by Raphael. "Always have to look out for you, don't I?!!" He groaned to Leonardo whom finally pulled a sword out. "Oh, right, Raph! Like I was prepared for a battle of wall to wall guards coming our way!" Leo turned and side-kicked a soldier, thankful his weapon wasn't firing. Raphael crossed his arms. "Hey, don't you dare blame Risa-" "I'm NOT blaming anybody! You know as well as I do that she was not her normal self back there!" "All I'm saying is-" Raphael got thrown down by two soldiers. Leonardo took this opportunity for a payback, tumbling on top of the soldiers. "Alright!" Michaelangelo looked over. "Dog-pile on Raphael!" "Wait, Mike-" Donatello shifted his bo to knock down two soldiers as Michaelangelo ditched his side to go have a rumble with the others. The Turtles took minimal damage in a war against 10 soldiers whom cornered them. To win, the Turtles had to fight ballistic and have no mercy against the enemy. Blood splashed all over one of Leonardo's blades and Raphael's sais had a crimson color on the middle prongs. Michaelangelo's nunchakus started to blister in his hands from the amount of twirling and smashing down on soldiers. Donatello took great pride in poking the soldiers in the stomach, in the face, tripping their feet and bashing their skulls in from the back. More and more seemed to pile in. The Turtles started to back away to see how many were left. "This will cause a commotion." Leonardo mumbled. At that moment, doors in the hallways swung open with students chattering simultaneously about all the noise. "You and your big mouth!" Raphael growled. The Turtles retreated down a dark corridor, leaving the unconscious and dead soldiers to be questioned about around the spectators. Raphael explained to the others what Risa told him with Sam being placed in holding. Michaelangelo was the most anxious to get her out more than the rest. "Jeez! Don't you know what they do to people in there?" "No, Mike. I'm clueless. What do they do?" Raphael droned. "If they're found guilty for a crime, they get the death sentence!" "In holding?" Leonardo raised his eyebrows. "Well, in some cases, it's a temporary cell to hold them to do with whatever." "What do you think Samantha did?" Donatello asked. Michaelangelo was now in the lead. "I dunno. But if it involves us, and we're public enemy number one here, I'm sure she'll get more than a slap on the wrist." "Mike." Raphael approached him while all were running fast. "Risa said Sam's located on the second level." Michaelangelo slowed down, dreading the fact of having to take the main stairs one flight below them. But his mind was set on Sam. "Stairs it is, then. Let's hurry!" Raphael looked to Leonardo. "I thought you were the leader." "Hey, this is Mike's girl. He really loves her. I guess." Raphael stood still, thinking of his girl. "Guys, you go on ahead. I'll catch up with you later." He started to walk off. "Why, where are you going?" Donatello replaced his bo on his shell. "I'm going back for Risa." "But, Raph. You heard what she said?" Michaelangelo turned to step in front of him. "Yes, I heard. You didn't. Something's haunting her. I told her I'm not leaving without her. I've already lost her once, I'm not going to lose her again." "Raph?" "What?" "Prince Eric said that line about Ariel." Michaelangelo grinned at him. Leonardo and Donatello bit their lips. Raphael frowned. "Who the fuck is Prince Eric?" "Never mind." "Look, I'm going. So, don't try to stop me." Michaelangelo side-stepped, waving his hands. "Hey, I cool wit that!" "Catch you guys later. Good luck on finding Sam." Raphael searched the guy's locker room again, doubling checking on the original spot they first found her. Empty. He then remembered she was only wearing a towel, possibly she would be taking a shower. He thought of the towel with a grin. Oh, what he would give to snatch that tiny piece of cloth off of her. He chuckled to himself before exiting the room. Cautiously, he checked the bench and locker room area before heading outside. Risa was able to shower alone in the girl's empty shower halls. She was incredibly depressed about what she had to do to her friends. To Raphael. "Hate you whatever the fuck you are, you disgusting being." She mumbled. "I won't let you have them. Goddamn you, so help me...." She felt a breeze behind her legs like someone walked in. "What the hell?" She turned around but saw nothing. The water started to get hotter. Risa twisted the faucet the opposite direction. It was still hot. The water was starting to turn her skin red. Stepping out of the center, she realized something was holding her back, preventing her to move. "Hey!" The faucet turned on it's own to full blast, scolding her face and chest. Forcing her way out of the water, she was flung against the wall. Something landed on top of her. Then she felt something push up her backside. Thoughts of the movie The Entity shot across her mind. She had no idea this force that was placed upon her could be so powerful. She must have pissed it off big time. Risa screamed in terror as her body was violently shoved back and forth. Her chest slammed into the wall harder and harder. She felt exploding pain as invisible claws were scratching deep into her back as whatever it is that was doing this was enjoying perverse pleasure. The hot water started to steam up on the tile and burn her legs. Risa clutched the wall toward the handicap rail, trying to get away. Screaming louder and louder, she was suddenly thrown again to the other side. Bare feet were heard scrambling toward her curtain stall. "Risa?!" Risa looked up, hearing Raph's voice. She started to crawl toward the closed curtain with a hand reaching out. "Help, me...." Her mouth gurgled from the water falling overhead. Her eyes caught green legs under the curtain once more. She knew who's they belonged to. And this time, she wanted to be found. Raphael flung the curtain aside, gasping down at her crumpled body. She was covered in scratches, bruises, and her skin was bright red. Blood was trickling down from in-between her legs and into the open drain on the floor. Raphael splashed over and reached for her. "Holy shit!! Risa! God, I knew I shouldn't have left you! Damn it, who did this to you?!" His touch was soft but she winced from the pain all over. "Um, don't answer that. Hang on." He turned and reached for a towel and carefully wrapped it around her. She whined from the terry cloth digging into her skin. "Sorry, babe, but I hafta get ya outta here! And as much as I like starin' at your gorgeous body, people's might see you." "My body is a mess." She moaned, her eyes squeezing out tears. "Yeah, for the moment, but still. You've got a killer body." The shower head was continuing spraying down onto his trench coat but he didn't care. He reached up and easily shut it off with no trouble. Getting her onto his lap, he pulled himself up trying to hold her as carefully as possible. "No...." She whispered. "Don't take me with you. Go get help. You can't do this. It'll come after you. It won't let you-" "Fuck whatever won't let me." She stared up at him. "It already fucked me, Raph." Raphael gritted his teeth and looked around the room. "Jesus Christ, Risa! I don't give a shit about it or anything else for that matter! Let it come after me then! I'm not going to leave you like this!" "God, I love it when you're forceful." She smiled weakly. Craig was at a loss. During the Turtles battle on the upper level, he scouted the entire area of the floor he was on, not even sure what to look for. He should have asked Sam for a description of what they look like. Man-sized turtles, yes. But, would they be so easy to find if concealed in garments? His question was soon answered. Coming up the way in a quick pace was the Turtles, forgetting about ninja stealth. Craig placed his helmet on and stepped out in front of them, laser in hand. "Halt! Stop right there!" The Turtles stopped and looked to him. Craig wasn't tall like the other soldiers and his build was rather slim. It was his weapon that he was best at. The Turtles took the obvious. His appearance. "Sorry, man! Can't talk right now!" Michaelangelo spoke up and attempted to walk past him. "I said, halt!" "Uh, huh. We did that. Now, move!" Donatello edged his way around. "Wait! I am soldier. But I'm also a friend of Sam's!" That got their attention more quickly. "Say that again?" Michaelangelo rounded on him. "I can help you! You can't get to her unless you listen to me." "And why should we trust you?" Leonardo eyed him carefully. Craig knew that question was going to come up sooner or later. "Because I'm the only other soldier other than Sam that knows you're innocent. She told me what happened. She confided in me about the swimming pool incident." Craig looked to each of them, wondering which one it was that lip-locked his friend. Their faces lightened after he stopped talking. Leonardo nodded slowly. "Alright. Tell us what we have to do." "Follow, me." He started to walk, then looked back to make sure they were. Slowly they followed with some doubts. It was typical in their field of training to wonder about or even question, the enemy. A neutral soldier was even more unpredictable. "Say, um. Aren't there supposed to be four of you?" Michaelangelo started to speak but Leonardo silenced him, giving Craig a warning look. "You will leave the questioning to us." Craig turned away, knowing he was getting way in over his head. Michaelangelo patted his shoulder. "Don't mind him. He's always like this when it comes to siding with the enemy." "So, are you going to take us to Sam, now?" Donatello came up on the other side of Craig. "Not yet. The cell block area is heavily guarded. You would not pass the soldiers too easily unless you looked like them. I will take you to where you can get some extra uniforms." "Great! That's what we need! More fabric to weigh us down, right?" Michaelangelo grumbled. "Wrong." Craig said. "The suits will disguise you to get you in. These outfits that your wearing now are showing off way too much skin." "I've known that for years." Donatello looked skyward, recalling the many double takes people gave him in the past. "So, Craig." Leonardo finally spoke up after being quiet. "After we get Sam out, we have to leave as soon as possible. What are some known passageways that we can slip through instead of walking out the front door?" Leo thought about what he said, speaking to a soldier. "That is, if you've known of any recent escapes from here?" Craig chuckled, knowing all too well why people would want to escape. "I understand your thoughts, clearly. If I were a typical soldier, I would have questioned you about the passageways. But, um, I'm well aware that I'm not permitted to question you mutants since I would be asking for trouble instead of answers." They slowly nodded which made him quickly continue. "Um, as I was saying, yeah, um, well, in all honesty, I haven't known of any places other than heading for underground. Air vents, holes in the wall, and digging tunnels straight through the floor boards have been the most logical escapes." "Whoa! Are you sure you're a soldier?" Michaelangelo's eye brows disappeared upward. "Mike, soldiers that are sworn into duty take several different oaths, one is about helping others. But if those others are considered dangerous troublemakers..." Donatello allowed him to finish. "I would be breaking one of those oaths." Craig said silently. Leonardo stared silently, not liking any of this. But if it would help a friend, he went along with it. If what Craig said was true about the cell block being heavily guarded, then they had no choice but to take their chances with him. It was one guy against three martial arts-trained ninjas. If he started any trouble, he would be knocked unconscious before he could reach his laser or call for back-up. Leonardo knew the guy was fairly smart and wouldn't dare mess with them by himself. The group reached an unknown passage the Turtles had never seen before. The three looked to the sign on the door. It said, "Wardrobe Room" "The cleaning ladies might be in there doing laundry so I suggest laying low when inside. Do you follow?" That was a question. They stared at him. "Of course, you follow. What was I thinking? Wait, don't answer that." Craig shook his head as he started to turn the knob. Michaelangelo patted his shoulder again, snickering a little. The guy was pathetic! The room smelled of fabric softener as machines loudly chimed in the background. Large washer and dryers were filled with clothing of all sorts. It was strange how all the rooms they've been in, there was always a dark corner to hide in. With all the windows open and sunlight shining through, it was like a curse was preventing parts of the building to have any light come in. "Say, Leo!" Michaelangelo shouted in a whisper. Leo shushed him. "Sorry. Leo?" His voice dropped lower. "Maybe while we parade around as soldiers, they can wash our trench coats?" "We'll see, Mike. Let's take care of this first. Might as well make yourself useful here, Craig." Craig stood still, looking around. "Craig?" Leo nudged him. "Oh! Yes, of course." Craig snapped to attention, forgetting why they were in there. "The fabric softener must be getting to him." Donatello whispered. "Right. Never inhale under-the-counter-products, kiddies!" Michaelangelo snickered with Donatello cracking a smile. Craig approached the line of workers. Each looked up to him with a smile. "Good afternoon, Mr. Jones." One of them said. "Jones?!!" The Turtles said altogether. "Do you think he's related to the Casemeister?" Michaelangelo looked to Leonardo. "I don't know, Mike. Maybe. Jones is a popular last name." "But they're nothing alike." Donatello said. "Well, you know what they say. The apple does fall far from the tree." Donatello raised a finger. "I thought it was the apple doesn't fall far from the tree?" "Either or." Michaelangelo stated with a shrug. "In this case, Craig is probably on a whole other tree." Leo mumbled. "Casey belongs on an acorn tree with all his other nutty relatives." Mike and Don looked to him in shock. Leo kept his head straight but turned his eyes in their direction. "What?" Michaelangelo smiled. "Nothing. I just thought you could never say something funny like that." "It wasn't meant to be funny. I was being serious. Casey is a nut." Leonardo looked away, trying to hide his smile. "Ah, ah, haaaa!" Michaelangelo pointed to the crack in Leo's face. Leo frowned and shushed him again. Mike was gleefully grinning. "Come on! Admit that was funny, right?" "For someone who's easily amused, anything's funny to you, Mike." Leonardo droned. The Turtles fell silent, watching Craig gathering up armloads of the silver uniforms.
He was grabbing the largest sizes he could find. No insults to their weight,
he knew he had to find "It's hard to find three-fingered gloves, huh?" Leo shook his head "There's no such thing, Mike." "Bummer." The halls were becoming crowded with the next classes arriving. Raphael maneuvered cautiously through the shadows like cat stalking a mouse. Risa laid very quiet in his arms, too quiet. He'd occasionally look down to check if she were breathing. "Just hang on, babe. I'll get you cleaned up real soon." "It's following us." She mumbled. "Huh? What is?" Risa rested her head upon his shoulder, looking behind them. It was hard to tell where it was lurking since they were within the shadows already. She knew it was close. Goosebumps hit the top of her shoulders again. The entity was rarely visible when in the presence of others. Raphael watched people walk by like nothing was wrong. A linen closet was the next best thing to slip into and avoid contact with people. Raph looked left to right before making a dash across the hall toward the door. Once inside, the air was stuffy and full of airborne dust bunnies. For a linen
closet, it was fairly large for the two of them to fit in. Raphael set her down on a
pile of sheets where her wet "That ain't no shavin' accident, is it?" "I was raped, Raph." "Goddamn thing." He muttered. "Don't say such things! That's what got it mad in the first place!" Raphael rested an arm on a tall stack of towels. "Risa, just what the hell is 'it' anyway?" "It's one that has suffered here according to the master." "Oh, so he's the one responsible for this!" Risa nodded. Raph clutched his sai. "I'll kill him. Somehow, with or without help, he's going to die." Raphael stared at her for a moment. She was a vision in his eyes. Her wet hair curling up around her shoulder, her big eyes staring back at him. They were full of fear. He had to get her out, so God help him he would. Remembering her condition, he pulled away and headed for the door. "Wait here, doll. I'm gonna go get you some medical supplies." "Wait, Raph." Risa stood up. "Don't leave me here alone." Raph clutched the door in deep thought. "Well, what am I supposed to do? Just let those scars get infected? Let you suffer from those burn marks on you? I'll be right back, you won't even know I left." "It will know-" "Aw, sweet Jesus save us all! Enough with the 'it' crap! I'm not gonna let some stupid whatever the fuck 'it' is get the better of me!" "Raph, please." Risa darted her eyes around again. Before she could look back to him, the door bolted open, sending Raph forward into Risa's arms. She screamed and fell backwards behind the stack of sheets. Raph rolled off it, spinning around to see what it was. In the doorway stood a tall man, age appeared to look in his mid-teens. His face was pale, his eyes sunken into his skull. He carried with him a single sword at his waist instead of a laser. His uniform was not silver like the typical style the soldiers wore. It looked old-fashioned and faded, like he's been through many battles. Raphael stood up with Risa slowly rising behind him. The figure continued to stare blankly at Raphael. "Friend of yours?" Raph mumbled to her. She shook her head with fright. "Oh.....God....." She uttered. The man unsheathed his sword before Raph, prepared to battle. In a wink, Raph's sais were already drawn with his trench coat pulled back. The man leapt forward and Raphael side-stepped, slicing his sai right through him. The thrust did no damage to the soldier at all. It was already dead to begin with! Raphael had to maneuver carefully since the man's attacks were fatal while Raph's hits were pointless. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Not good. Um, Risa, get out of here." Raph ducked the swing and did a somersault. "Go to your room and lock the door." "But Raaaaph!" She protested. "I said, go-" The figure swung and Raph ducked his head deeply into his
shell. He pulled it out and back flipped away, realizing he was close to the wall.
"Go, now! Or watch me die!" The order sounded like what a parent would say to a child. And like a child, she
obeyed him. Running and placing the trench coat on, she ran down the halls without
ever once looking Reaching her room after many passerby's gave her the sizing up treatment, she slammed
the door and bolted it shut. He was a goner. He couldn't destroy something
that's been long "God, Raph. I am so sorry I got you in this mess." She stared at her reflection. Her hope was at a loss. Slumping down in front of the mirror, she broke into sobs until she fell asleep wrapped in Raphael's coat. |
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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