Sorry about the long wait, everyone. Winter break was on. Hey, good
things take time! ;)
Chapter Six
The young turtles were frozen in their places as the dog stepped into the den. It walked with a scritch-scratching sound as it stalked along the concrete floor. The dog raised its head and sniffed the air. It slowly turned its head towards the three young ones and held their gaze. Donatello's breath became shallow and ragged, as if thinking if he did not move, maybe it would not see him. It was similar to how a predator kept the prey occupied until another attacked it from a different direction.
"H-how did it find the lair?!" Raphael asked, barely moving his beak.
"It must have seen Master Splinter leave," Donnie answered motionlessly, " It must have been waiting for him to go."
"I think its hunting us," Michaelangelo whispered as his voice broke. The very thought of those words sent chills down their spines. As if on cue, the dog suddenly broke into a full gallop, coming at them like a speeding train.
"RUN!" Raphael yelled as he picked up the mop from the floor, "I'll hold it off!"
"You can't do that, it'll hurt you just like Leo!" Mike cried as Donnie pulled him up onto the table in the kitchen.
"You're crazy, Raph, it's too dangerous!" Donnie said desperately. Their brother ignored their pleadings and approached the dog, wielding the mop as a weapon. The dog skidded to a halt as Raphael thrust the mop at its face. As though remembering the attack that it had endured from the big rat days ago, it quickly grabbed the mop with its mouth and jerked its head back sharply. Raphael suddenly found himself disarmed and cornered by the evil dog.
"Uh-oh, I think we have a problem here," Raphael said nervously. The dog inched closer, growling ominously. Without thinking, Michaelangelo grabbed up his sponge and threw it at the dog's head. Donnie tried to hold his arm back, but was a second too slow.
"Wait, Mike, it'll get—"
*Splat! *
The sponge bounced off harmlessly, but the dog snapped its head around and glared at the two young turtles that were perched anxiously on top of the kitchen table.
"—Mad. Uh-oh," Don finished, staring into the dog's eyes. The dog's eyes widened with deadly recognition, and Donnie gasped.
It remembers who I am as well as what I did! Donatello realized in horror. The dog quickly returned its gaze to Raphael, and in one swift heave, shoved him into an open cabinet. Then, after pushing the door closed with its nose, the dog turned back to the other two. It jumped up and put its front paws on the edge of the table. Mike and Donnie quickly scooted to the opposite edge to avoid its snapping jaws.
"We gotta run, or else it'll get us," Donnie said fearfully. Michaelangelo sat pensively and then came up with an idea. Inching forward, he tapped the table, and whistled to the dog.
"Come here, you ugly old puppy dog," Mike said, coaxing it towards them.
"Are you NUTS?! It's getting closer!" Donatello said, pulling his brother back. Simultaneously, the dog pushed itself forward, causing the table to teeter.
"Get ready to jump," Mike told him quickly.
"What are you—"
"Now!"
Mike grabbed his brother's hand and they leapt off the unbalanced table. Both the dog and the table crashed loudly to the floor. The two brothers fled into the living room and hid behind the sofa. The silence became so deafening that, except for the fast and frightened beating of their hearts, the two turtles could hear nothing.
"D—do you think it's gone?" Mike whispered nervously.
"I don't know," Donatello answered back quietly," I hope Raph is alright".
"Look over the back of the couch and see", Mike gestured quietly.
Don shook his head fearfully, but knew they had no other choice. Oh, I HATE dogs, he thought over and over nervously. Very slowly, he clambered onto the sofa and inched his way up towards the top. His eyes reached the top, and he looked into the kitchen. He had only had a second's glance when the dog's face suddenly filled his vision.
Don shouted and jumped back, falling onto the floor. Mike grabbed his brother and pulled him back as the dog jumped onto the back of the sofa and caused it to topple over.
"Come on, we gotta go get Raphael!" Donnie said as they hurried towards the kitchen. Unfortunately, the dog beat them to the entrance and blocked the way. The two little turtles skidded to a halt and fled towards the hall as the dog started to chase them.
"Quick, run into our bedroom and we can lock the door!" Mike shouted. As they ran, Donatello suddenly realized that Leonardo was alone and vulnerable. What if the dog found him? He wouldn't stand a chance! He quickly decided to run past their room and try to reach the door to their master's study.
Mike reached the door, waving madly for his brother to catch up.
"Come on Don, it's catching up to you!" Mike said desperately. To his surprise, he watched his brother fly by the door, closely followed by the dog. He slammed the door shut only seconds before the dog rammed into it, splintering the wood and breaking it down. Mike scrambled into his bed, hiding under his blankets. The dog entered the room and stopped. It slowly scanned the room, unable to find any sort of movement. It slowly searched the room, sniffing under the beds and then moving onto the mattresses. It dragged its nose across the bed, poking and mouthing the sheets with its teeth. Mike froze, feeling the hot breath of the beast coming closer and closer…
To be continued
(Ha ha, just kidding!)
The dog was only inches away from his face. He tensed, waiting for the inevitable, when he suddenly heard Don's voice.
" Hey mutt, leave my brother alone!"
Well, he certainly got the dog's attention. The dog turned away from the blanket pile that was Michaelangelo, growled and leapt towards the door.
"Uh-oh"
Donatello ran to the study, closing the door behind him. He struggled to keep the door closed as the dog tried to force its way in, pushing it open inch by inch. With one big push, Donnie managed to close the door and lock it. He hurried to his brother's bedside, finding him asleep.
"Come on Leo, wake up, the dog's trying to get us again," Donnie whispered to his brother frightfully, "come on Leo, wake up!"
Donnie tried with all his might to wake his brother, but had no such luck. Why wasn't he waking up? Had he slipped back into the hibernation thing? How he wished that Master Splinter would suddenly appear and rescue them! The banging at the door increased, and Donnie had to think fast. The dog would get inside any minute now, and Leo needed to be protected.
Acting quickly, he carefully picked up his brother and hid him underneath the cot. He had just gotten himself underneath and out of sight when the dog broke the door open. The dog stepped into the room, sniffing the air. The animal looked around the room with a confused looked on its black face. It seemed to be having difficulties smelling them; most likely because of the scent of jasmine that lingered in the air.
It lurked into the room slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. The noise of its heavy breathing was the only sound Don could hear. He pulled his brother closer to him as he saw the dog coming closer to the cot. He kept himself and his 'comatose' brother as far back away from the edge of the bed as possible, and laid up against the wall. He knew it would be only a matter of time before he and his brother would be discovered. All he could do was wait, and hope that their father would not return to a bloodbath…
Chapter Six
The young turtles were frozen in their places as the dog stepped into the den. It walked with a scritch-scratching sound as it stalked along the concrete floor. The dog raised its head and sniffed the air. It slowly turned its head towards the three young ones and held their gaze. Donatello's breath became shallow and ragged, as if thinking if he did not move, maybe it would not see him. It was similar to how a predator kept the prey occupied until another attacked it from a different direction.
"H-how did it find the lair?!" Raphael asked, barely moving his beak.
"It must have seen Master Splinter leave," Donnie answered motionlessly, " It must have been waiting for him to go."
"I think its hunting us," Michaelangelo whispered as his voice broke. The very thought of those words sent chills down their spines. As if on cue, the dog suddenly broke into a full gallop, coming at them like a speeding train.
"RUN!" Raphael yelled as he picked up the mop from the floor, "I'll hold it off!"
"You can't do that, it'll hurt you just like Leo!" Mike cried as Donnie pulled him up onto the table in the kitchen.
"You're crazy, Raph, it's too dangerous!" Donnie said desperately. Their brother ignored their pleadings and approached the dog, wielding the mop as a weapon. The dog skidded to a halt as Raphael thrust the mop at its face. As though remembering the attack that it had endured from the big rat days ago, it quickly grabbed the mop with its mouth and jerked its head back sharply. Raphael suddenly found himself disarmed and cornered by the evil dog.
"Uh-oh, I think we have a problem here," Raphael said nervously. The dog inched closer, growling ominously. Without thinking, Michaelangelo grabbed up his sponge and threw it at the dog's head. Donnie tried to hold his arm back, but was a second too slow.
"Wait, Mike, it'll get—"
*Splat! *
The sponge bounced off harmlessly, but the dog snapped its head around and glared at the two young turtles that were perched anxiously on top of the kitchen table.
"—Mad. Uh-oh," Don finished, staring into the dog's eyes. The dog's eyes widened with deadly recognition, and Donnie gasped.
It remembers who I am as well as what I did! Donatello realized in horror. The dog quickly returned its gaze to Raphael, and in one swift heave, shoved him into an open cabinet. Then, after pushing the door closed with its nose, the dog turned back to the other two. It jumped up and put its front paws on the edge of the table. Mike and Donnie quickly scooted to the opposite edge to avoid its snapping jaws.
"We gotta run, or else it'll get us," Donnie said fearfully. Michaelangelo sat pensively and then came up with an idea. Inching forward, he tapped the table, and whistled to the dog.
"Come here, you ugly old puppy dog," Mike said, coaxing it towards them.
"Are you NUTS?! It's getting closer!" Donatello said, pulling his brother back. Simultaneously, the dog pushed itself forward, causing the table to teeter.
"Get ready to jump," Mike told him quickly.
"What are you—"
"Now!"
Mike grabbed his brother's hand and they leapt off the unbalanced table. Both the dog and the table crashed loudly to the floor. The two brothers fled into the living room and hid behind the sofa. The silence became so deafening that, except for the fast and frightened beating of their hearts, the two turtles could hear nothing.
"D—do you think it's gone?" Mike whispered nervously.
"I don't know," Donatello answered back quietly," I hope Raph is alright".
"Look over the back of the couch and see", Mike gestured quietly.
Don shook his head fearfully, but knew they had no other choice. Oh, I HATE dogs, he thought over and over nervously. Very slowly, he clambered onto the sofa and inched his way up towards the top. His eyes reached the top, and he looked into the kitchen. He had only had a second's glance when the dog's face suddenly filled his vision.
Don shouted and jumped back, falling onto the floor. Mike grabbed his brother and pulled him back as the dog jumped onto the back of the sofa and caused it to topple over.
"Come on, we gotta go get Raphael!" Donnie said as they hurried towards the kitchen. Unfortunately, the dog beat them to the entrance and blocked the way. The two little turtles skidded to a halt and fled towards the hall as the dog started to chase them.
"Quick, run into our bedroom and we can lock the door!" Mike shouted. As they ran, Donatello suddenly realized that Leonardo was alone and vulnerable. What if the dog found him? He wouldn't stand a chance! He quickly decided to run past their room and try to reach the door to their master's study.
Mike reached the door, waving madly for his brother to catch up.
"Come on Don, it's catching up to you!" Mike said desperately. To his surprise, he watched his brother fly by the door, closely followed by the dog. He slammed the door shut only seconds before the dog rammed into it, splintering the wood and breaking it down. Mike scrambled into his bed, hiding under his blankets. The dog entered the room and stopped. It slowly scanned the room, unable to find any sort of movement. It slowly searched the room, sniffing under the beds and then moving onto the mattresses. It dragged its nose across the bed, poking and mouthing the sheets with its teeth. Mike froze, feeling the hot breath of the beast coming closer and closer…
To be continued
(Ha ha, just kidding!)
The dog was only inches away from his face. He tensed, waiting for the inevitable, when he suddenly heard Don's voice.
" Hey mutt, leave my brother alone!"
Well, he certainly got the dog's attention. The dog turned away from the blanket pile that was Michaelangelo, growled and leapt towards the door.
"Uh-oh"
Donatello ran to the study, closing the door behind him. He struggled to keep the door closed as the dog tried to force its way in, pushing it open inch by inch. With one big push, Donnie managed to close the door and lock it. He hurried to his brother's bedside, finding him asleep.
"Come on Leo, wake up, the dog's trying to get us again," Donnie whispered to his brother frightfully, "come on Leo, wake up!"
Donnie tried with all his might to wake his brother, but had no such luck. Why wasn't he waking up? Had he slipped back into the hibernation thing? How he wished that Master Splinter would suddenly appear and rescue them! The banging at the door increased, and Donnie had to think fast. The dog would get inside any minute now, and Leo needed to be protected.
Acting quickly, he carefully picked up his brother and hid him underneath the cot. He had just gotten himself underneath and out of sight when the dog broke the door open. The dog stepped into the room, sniffing the air. The animal looked around the room with a confused looked on its black face. It seemed to be having difficulties smelling them; most likely because of the scent of jasmine that lingered in the air.
It lurked into the room slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. The noise of its heavy breathing was the only sound Don could hear. He pulled his brother closer to him as he saw the dog coming closer to the cot. He kept himself and his 'comatose' brother as far back away from the edge of the bed as possible, and laid up against the wall. He knew it would be only a matter of time before he and his brother would be discovered. All he could do was wait, and hope that their father would not return to a bloodbath…