| Part 23 |
| Night time finally hit the area of New York. The hours of daylight had finally settled into different parts of the world. The streets were again empty outside of the building. No soldiers were outside on the exterior to guard. No one seemed to want to enter the place anymore. Children started to walk out left and right holding papers of dismissal. Cynthia and Cameron were among the group, feeling like a giant weight being lifted off their chests. "I hope those guys will be okay." Cynthia said to Cameron. "They're fine. A little kooky but all in all cool." "Think we'll ever see them again?" "Maybe. Anything can happen, Cynthia. In this crazy world, I wouldn't be surprised." The two walked off, hand in hand. Nathan slowly followed behind them covered in bandages. He was recovering slowly but was going to live. "Wait up, Cam!" He coughed as he swung his large duffle bag behind him. "Come on, slow poke!" Cameron teased. The three went down the street, parting from the large group. Never once looking back. Sam feverishly flipped the pages, almost ripping them in a quick turn. The Turtles were starting to worry that this was taking too long. "Wait! Here, look at this! I think I found something. A chapter about dark shadows." "Does it mention Barnabas Collins?" Michaelangelo joked. Sam groaned. "Ha, ha. No, dark shadows or things long past. A shade of night or evil beings that are possessed by the Devil to do horrible things." "In our case, try to kill us?" Donatello asked. "I guess. The prey is seized upon and it will stop at nothing till it
completes it's task. Shades could haunt for years without stopping. Or, they
can all of a sudden just vanish without "Well, why doesn't it do that? It would makes things a lot easier on our part!" Mike complained. "The master did the spell. It's under his control. I seriously doubt if it will listen to me." "Try anyway." Mike pressured. Then looked to his brothers. "Um, that is, try the right spell that won't cause trouble. Heh." Sam brushed her hand along the text. "To vanquish one that has entered this world, repeat the spell three times backwards to release it's task and send it back from whence it came. Three times." Sam repeated, eyeing the large paragraph of a spell. She picked up the book, went to the center of the room, sat on the floor cross-legged and closed her eyes. Waving her hands like a soothsayer, she attempted to go deeply into hypnosis and drown out all that surrounded her. Clearing her thoughts on all the negative. The Turtles backed away to give her space to concentrate. "Alright guys, be quiet now." She opened her eyes and glanced down at the open book in her lap, keeping her head up and straight out. The words were of foreign tongue. Latin, it sounded like. Saying it backwards was even more difficult. She couldn't get past the first sentence without stopping with a groan. "This isn't as easy as I thought!" The Turtles sat in various places of the room, watching in silence. "Come on, Sam. You can do it." Leonardo spoke breathly. Sam had her own cheering squad rooting for her. Sam folded her hands down on the page, reading each word as she spoke. Minutes would seem like eternity. Risa looked around on the second floor around the area of the holding center. Soldiers were talking amongst themselves that someone had escaped and was running lose. She listened for a little bit, wondering if they meant Sam. She hoped it was and at the same time hoped not. Hoping they found her and got her out and now worried they still might be here and could risk getting caught. "They wouldn't leave here without Raph." She said to herself. "And frankly, neither would I." Talking was heard coming down the steps. Some girls were chattering about a strange creature running loose on the fourth floor. "Strange. Nothing I've ever seen before. Did you see that thing on it's back?" "It look like a turtle shell to me." "But it couldn't have been a turtle. It was too big for that!" "Excuse me, but where did you see this creature?" Risa stepped in front of them. "Huh? Oh, upstairs on the fourth floor. It might be gone now. It's too weird to really describe it." "Thanks." Risa bolted up the steps to go find him. The girls shrugged and continued on their way down. Reaching the top floor, the halls were dead silent. Risa caught drops of blood almost everywhere in the entire area of the level. She tried to follow it but realized the drops would circle around into dead ends. It's as if he got trapped, ran, trapped, ran, and trapped many times. A feeling of panic washed over her as she bolted to search each room that was unlocked or opened. Her search was turning up hopelessly and she finally slid down against the wall. "I thought I told you to go to your room." Risa looked up wide-eyed. Across the hall, she saw a figure resting in a dark corner. "Raph!" She whispered. He shushed her. She didn't listen and crawled over to his side, realizing her hands and knees stepped onto drops of blood. She reached him and curled into his embrace. "Ohhh, sweetie." She moaned and caressed his cheek. "I couldn't stay away. You wouldn't leave me. I couldn't possibly do that either." Raphael put a limp arm around her and she rested her head onto his chest. "You were right, babe. It does know. And it wants me dead." "Shhh...don't speak. You're not going to die. I won't let you." Raphael chuckled softly to that, coughing next. His throat was on fire from all the running and shouting. "You're the best thing that's ever happen to me." He coughed again; his whole body shaking. "And I want to see you get out of here alive and tickin.' Do you understand that?" "I couldn't live on without you, Raph." She whispered silently. "Aw, go on!" He waved a weak hand. The room slowly dropped in
degrees again. Risa started to chatter her teeth and saw Raph getting goosebumps on
his green skin. She removed Sam was getting through to around the fifth sentence. She hadn't even been able to repeat it the second time yet. Too many distractions. Not enough focus. "Um, maybe we should leave the room-" Donatello headed for the door. "Silence, please! I almost got it." Donatello froze and looked to the others. Leonardo was totally into the whole
ceremony, watching in utter fascination. Michaelangelo was also intrigued but was
becoming agitated. "Please, God, help me through this. Please...." She looked up and began repeating the sentences by memory. It started to work. There was a sudden change in temperature. Something was happening that was unexplainable. "Come in, Houston?" Michaelangelo whispered. A clang of swords filled the halls as Raphael lunged off the floor inward toward the figure. Risa howled in fright as she watched them both in a sort of fence fighting. Raphael could sense the thing getting weak as it backed away further and further. "That's right, scumbag! Feel the wraith of Raph! Ha, ha!" He eyed Risa. "That was corny, wasn't it?" "Don't look at me, watch out!" "Whoop!" Raphael ducked again as the figure came forward with another swing. The figure grew tired and kicked a boot into Raph's chest, sending him flying into the furthest wall. "NOOOO!!!" Risa screamed and went after him. So did the figure. Raphael shook his head in a daze. "Now, that'll leave a mark." He looked up. "In the wall. Damn." Risa covered him with her body like Pocahontas did for Captain John Smith. "Go away!!!" She screamed at it. Anyone standing there would thing she was totally nuts. The figure started to slowly walk down, inching closer toward them. Risa began to sob. "Raph, get up! Sweetie, come on! Get up!" The hall seemed endless as the figure took it's time. It knew they were trapped. The sword was out all the way, pointing to Raph especially. Risa moaned and held him tight. "Raph, please, get up! God, please! Give me strength!" Risa started to drag him away down the rest of the hall, the figure following their every step. It's face would stare continually right through their skin. Within minutes, Raph would be a display on the wall. With a sword in his chest. Sam was on the second repeat, constantly battling the difficulties of each phrase.
It had long been an hour since she left the cell block. They were looking for
her now. No doubt of it. "Leave us!" Risa shouted as she dragged Raph to safety. The
figure ignored her now coming up faster. This made Risa shriek and shove Raphael as
far as she could. A wall blocked Third repeat. Six sentences left. Sam was getting into now, accent and all.
The Turtles couldn't help but smirk, hoping all the while she was doing the right
thing. Guards outside were The figure struck down at Risa, a sai coming up to block the hit. Raph glared up at him weakly. "She's not the one you want. You want me, go right ahead!" Risa gasped to what he said, and clutched him tighter. "Nooooo...." She whispered. The figure cocked it's head with confusion but then with one hand, lifted Risa off of Raph in high suspencion. Risa shrieked and dangled in mid-air. The other hand, holding the sword reached skyward to make the final slice. The figure grinned widely again. Then stopped. And frowned next. Raph stared at it with confustion. Suddenly, Risa was dropped but Raph in his quick reflexes jumped up to catch her. The figure dropped it's sword and quickly vaporized before their eyes. Risa fell into his arms as he himself fell to the ground from the unexpected weight dropping on him. Soon, the sword, that had sliced up Raph fairly good, vanished also. Without a trace. Risa was still moaning quietly. She had enough of this place. Raph was panting heavily on the floor, thankful for whatever happened, happened. "You okay?" Raph brushed the hair from her eyes. She moaned with a nod. "I'll take that as a yes." She continued to stare at him. "You would have died, Raph. You would have died......for me." "Oh, babe." He caressed her cheek next. "I would die for you any day!" She smiled, tears streaming down. "Now, that was corny, Raph. You know when you say that, I mean-" "Risa?" "Yeah?" "Shut up and kiss me." Risa breathed out a laugh and placed her lips onto his. She felt herself pressing harder then him unlike the last time in the bath hall, he smacked into her mouth first. She could feel him start to push his lips harder like it was more than what he wanted to do with her. He wrapped his strong arms around her and stood up off the ground, taking her with him. She looked down then smiled to him. "Have I told you I love it when you're forcefull?" Raphael grinned to her. "Have I told you I love you?" She smiled and squeezed him tighter. "I've known all along." Sam said a small prayer and closed the book, placing it in her satchel. "I don't know what I did, but I hoped it worked." Soldiers bursted in to her room with guns all pointed. "Shit! Ya couldn't get rid of them?!" Michaelangelo flew off the bed in a panic. Lasers shot off with terrible aim since the soldiers were unprepared to deal with the Turtles. Sam looked to see they were not wearing their helmets, now realizing why they opened fire. Kicks, hits, furniture thrown and shouting all suddenly filled the small room. Sam backed out of the room, her room and wanted to get help. She backed right into the master. "Going somewhere?" "Noooo!" Sam shrieked in his grasp. Soldiers came out of nowhere and surrounded her, taking her off down the hall. Donatello happened to look around, noticing the room was all males. "Uh, guys? We're missing someone." "Sam! No!" Michaelangelo spun kick three soldiers at once without
thinking. He rammed through others to make his way out the door. "What'd
you do with her?!" He screamed out Risa stopped into her room, grabbing whatever valuables she could get her hands on. Raphael searched his pockets and found his hat all bent up. "You smashed my hat." Risa looked up to see him holding it out all crushed-looking. She began snickering quietly. "I'm sorry! I think you can still wear it. It doesn't look too badly mangled." Raphael nodded and put it on, the front part sticking straight out and the sides flattened down. "How does it look?" Horrendous! "Looks good." Risa bit her lip. She had to turn away before going into hysterics. "Honestly?" "Yeah." "How is it I don't believe you?" Biting her lip, she turned the tall mirror to face him. He gawked at his reflection. "Risa!" "Doesn't look good, huh?" "It looks like shit!" He blinked rapidly, turning from side to side to see it all the way around. "The fold's are all fucked up! Look at it! I can't wear this!" "But someone might see-" "I'd rather them look at my cue ball of a head then stare at this hat! It looks like Picasso got a hold of it or something!" He sat down on the bed to try and smooth out the folds correctly. Risa slowly walked around, ready to laugh and cry at the same time. It looked hysterical but him screaming at her was rather upsetting. "I just thought it looked funny...." She started to laugh breathly. Raphael could hear her giggles sounded tearful. "Hey, hey...don't cry over it...um, I think you're crying. What the hell are you doing over there?" "I don't know!" Risa closed the books on her desk, placing them in a backpack. She laughed and wiped her eyes at the same time. "I'm sorry about your hat but it just looked so ridiculous on you and...." She was smiling but crying all at once. "I don't knoooow!" She repeated with a whine. Raphael shook his head with confusion. "God, I don't think I'll ever understand women's emotions." He crossed
the room and wrapped his arms around her. "Don't worry about the stupid hat,
okay? Come on. Stop crying. "Oh, stoppit, you goon!" She looked to him with a wide grin then took her hand to his cheek to press his lips onto hers. That was the signal she was happy again. Raphael pulled away, looking around the room. "Are ya finished here?" Risa looked around, still sniffling a little. "I think so." "Then, let's get out of here!" The two headed out the door and into the hall. Now was the time to meet up with the others. They didn't have to look far. "Guys! Guys! Over here!" Risa and Raphael turned to see a soldier coming up the way. A very short soldier. Raphael pulled out his sai, ready to fight. "What the hell do you want?" The soldier waved his hands, showing three fingers. "No, Raph! It's me! Mikey!" Raph groaned, putting his sai away. "Damn it, Mike! Where the hell did you get a get-up like that?" "It's a long story! Listen, they got Sam again! We gotta go find her! Now, come on!" "But-" Michaelangelo took off as Raphael saw two other soldiers running up the way. He assumed they were Leo and Don. "Aw, man! I thought we'd be outta here by now!" "Raph....Sam's in trouble. We're not finished here yet." Leonardo came up with Donatello treading behind. "Wha-" "Come on!" The four scrambled down the halls to find where Michaelangelo took off to. They had a fairly good idea which way Sam was taken. The temperature started to get hotter. Sam looked around, noticing she was being dragged down a long staircase. The steps emptied out into a large cavern. Venturing through a large tunnel, a god-like temple stood in the middle of the room. The master led the way down to the center. "Bring her to me." The soldiers obeyed, carrying her body over like a sacrifice. Her satchel was ripped from her side and inspected carefully. Another soldier found the master's book and passed it to him. "How dare you steal from me, you theif!" He sneered to her. He
then looked to his book, thinking deeply. "Your death would have been done by
my soldiers as planned but now...." Sam glared wide-eyed as her hands and feet were strapped down on a stone table. "Who the hell are you people?!" The soldiers removed their helmets, revealing skull heads. They were dead! Sam's shrieks echoed in the large cavern. The master grinned devilishly. "We are Hell." He said in a growl. The Turtles made a quick stop to the dressing room so Raphael and Risa were able to get a hold of an extra set of the silver uniform. To their surprise, their old trenchcoats were scrubbed clean thanks to the nice ladies who had no idea where the items of clothing came from. Raph removed his trench coat and glanced at it. "Think we'll have time to clean mine?" Michaelangelo approached him with impatience. "If it was your girl wanted for death, would you be screwing around like this?" "Okay, okay, fine! Sheesh!" Raph tossed it in his large backpack, despite it being moldy and wrinkled. The others put their clean ones away. "What happened to your fedora, Raph?" Donatello happened to notice Raphael quickly stuffing it in his backpack. Raph eyed Risa. "Picasso got a hold of it." Donatello frowned but decided to ignore Raphael, knowing he was too weird to even figure out. Raph and Risa suited up, staring at the uniforms with discomfort. "I feel like a dork." He groaned as he looked at himself. Risa reached over and kissed him. "Yeah, but you're my dork!" Michaelangelo was the first one out the door. Each looked like bums carrying
their equipment on their backs. Once Sam was found, they had to leave as soon as
possible. "Wait up here, Risa. It might be dangerous." "No, way. This isn't just your battle. Sam's my friend. I'm not just going to stand by and do nothing. I'm coming with you." She pushed her way by toward the entrance down below. Donatello looked to Leonardo. "Tough girl, huh?" Leo nodded. "Just like Raph. Guess they were made for each other." Risa didn't get far as she viewed the area below with Michaelangelo standing in front of her. "Whoa. Déjà vu." He muttered. "You've been here before?" "Yeah, but now we can go down there. Not that we have a choice but I know for a fact Sam was taken down there." "Let's make this quick." Risa whispered. The group placed their helmets on. One by one they descended deep within the cavern below. It was now or never. The patient at the hospital was squirming uncontrollably in the hands and feet restraints. Utterly dazed, confused and very sick, time was slowly slipping away. The heart couldn't handle all the torture the body was going through. Doctors stood by baffled as a preist was soon called in. The preist reached the bedside, holding a vial of holy water. Saying a small
prayer, he splashed the water over the patient in hopes whatever was invading the body
would soon escape. "I'm sorry. The health status is slowly dropping. There's nothing more we can do here." "Then what can we do?" The husband looked in to the room where the patient was hysterical. The nurse thought for a moment. "Living in this condition is merely torment on the body. Only thing left that I recommend is to sign the papers. But you have to make the decision." |
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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