All Right, new chapter folks, y'all wicked excited?
*Sound of crickets echoes through the room*
Um… Well, heh heh, here's the next chapter. More coming soon, I Promise! (
Chapter 7
The sounds of the sewers were silent except for the footsteps of a lone rat as he returned to his home from his endeavors above the surface.
"Hmm, if I had I known I would be returning later than usual, I would have told my sons," Splinter said to himself, " But, I am sure they were able to handle things well without me."
He continued his journey, careful of the small sack that held the food he had been successful in finding for his small family. Looking at his surroundings, he could tell that he was not far from his final destination, maybe about ten minutes or less. All was silent, except for the thoughts that reeled through his head.
'Finding Leonardo awake this morning was certainly a surprise. I do hope that the tea I gave him is helping him deal with the pain. The sleeping agent in the tea will help him get the rest he needs', Splinter reflected, 'Now that he is awake and improving, hopefully Donatello will tell me about what had happened. Leonardo's memory of the attack is very limited.'
His mind went back to the events of earlier that morning…
1 Flashback time! Wickety wickety wickety wickety wooooooooooooooooooooo…
Splinter opened the door to his sons' room and smiled to himself. All three of the young turtles were sound asleep and nestled warmly in their blankets. It pained him to wake them at such an early hour, but he needed to give them their agendas for the morning before he left to find food. Quietly, he walked up to the bunkbeds. Scrunching down, he put a hand on his youngest son's arm.
"Michaelangelo, it is time to wake up", he said softly. Once Splinter was sure that he was fully awake, he stood up and looked at Donatello.
Despite the peacefulness of sleep, Splinter could see the weariness that had plagued the child ever since the attack that his brother had endured three days ago. Something was bothering Donatello, but what it was he could not (or would not) say. Splinter knew that with time he would eventually find out what was troubling his son. He decided to allow Donatello to sleep in for today, in hopes that he might feel better once he had enough rest.
He turned to Raphael's bunk and roused him out of his slumber. As Mike and Raph rose and headed to the kitchen, they noticed that their brother had not been called out of his rest, and made their displeasure known.
"Master, how come you didn't make Donnie wake up?" his two sons objected. Splinter sighed to himself, knowing they would be persistent until he told them. He sat in one of the chairs and put a hand on each of their shoulders.
"Donatello needs to get some extra rest", Splinter explained, "He is to be left alone until he wakes up on his own. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Sensei", they replied obediently. Splinter nodded and gave them the list of chores to be done before he returned with the morning collection. He turned and headed to his study to retrieve his cloak before heading out.
He opened the door and stepped inside, when to his surprise, he saw Leonardo attempting to sit up while trying to fight the pain that wracked his body. When Leo looked up and saw his father standing in the doorway, he stopped his exertions and gave a weak smile.
"Master", He said softly. Splinter walked over to the side of the cot and knelt, smiling lightly.
"How are you feeling, my son?" Splinter asked, putting a hand on the young turtle's shoulder.
"I'm okay", he fibbed, but the sudden look of pain on his face gave him away.
"Do not try to hide your pain Leonardo", Splinter said in mock sternness," I will make you something that will help you feel better."
Splinter stood up and walked to a small table covered in small jars and containers. He made a blend of powders and placed them in a small cup. He then poured hot water into the cup, allowing the mixture to dissolve.
Leonardo sat quietly, watching his master while trying to ignore the pain at the same time. It was so hard, though. It felt like fire stabbing all over his body; he wished so much for it to stop. Then, Splinter came back to the cot and sat on the edge.
"Drink as much of this as possible", Splinter told him as he handed him the steaming cup, " It will help with the pain."
Leo looked at the tea and took a mouthful. His face twisted in reaction to the sourness of the tea, but the tingling warmth soon spread through his body, calming his fired-up pain receptors. Once he was able to drink about half of the beverage, Splinter took the cup and set it on the table beside the cot.
"You should start feeling drowsy in a few minutes. The tea will help you fall asleep", Splinter told him, smiling lightly, " I am glad that you are back with us. Your brothers and I were all quite concerned for you."
Leonardo looked up at the door and then to his father nervously. Splinter noticed this and looked at his son questioningly.
"Master, I'm—How is Donatello?" Leo asked, looking down at his hands, "I know the dog hurt him before I could to stop it. I tried, I really did, but it was too big to fight. I was worried for Don, but then last night, when I woke up and saw him—"
"Calm yourself my son", Splinter said placing his hand over his son's," no one is blaming you for anything."
"So, you're not upset?" Leo asked quietly.
"Of course not", Splinter told him, " I am not upset with any of you. We will talk about this at another time. Get some rest now, my son."
Leo could feel his eyelids get heavier and heavier, so he nodded and laid down. He was sound asleep even before his head hit the pillow. Splinter put a blanket over his son and left the room…
Splinter rounded the corner, expecting to see the door to the lair. His heart skipped a beat at what he saw. Scattered all over the ground was splintered shards of broken wood from the door. He approached cautiously, unsure of what he would find. At the sudden sound of approaching footsteps, he disappeared from view and watched quietly. His worry turned into anger when he saw the dog emerge from the lair, dragging some blankets away with its teeth. When the dog was out of view, Splinter emerged from his hiding place and entered the lair.
The sight he saw was only the beginning of the trouble that was to unfold…
(Yes I am Evil! Muahahahaaa *cough * *hack *)
*Sound of crickets echoes through the room*
Um… Well, heh heh, here's the next chapter. More coming soon, I Promise! (
Chapter 7
The sounds of the sewers were silent except for the footsteps of a lone rat as he returned to his home from his endeavors above the surface.
"Hmm, if I had I known I would be returning later than usual, I would have told my sons," Splinter said to himself, " But, I am sure they were able to handle things well without me."
He continued his journey, careful of the small sack that held the food he had been successful in finding for his small family. Looking at his surroundings, he could tell that he was not far from his final destination, maybe about ten minutes or less. All was silent, except for the thoughts that reeled through his head.
'Finding Leonardo awake this morning was certainly a surprise. I do hope that the tea I gave him is helping him deal with the pain. The sleeping agent in the tea will help him get the rest he needs', Splinter reflected, 'Now that he is awake and improving, hopefully Donatello will tell me about what had happened. Leonardo's memory of the attack is very limited.'
His mind went back to the events of earlier that morning…
1 Flashback time! Wickety wickety wickety wickety wooooooooooooooooooooo…
Splinter opened the door to his sons' room and smiled to himself. All three of the young turtles were sound asleep and nestled warmly in their blankets. It pained him to wake them at such an early hour, but he needed to give them their agendas for the morning before he left to find food. Quietly, he walked up to the bunkbeds. Scrunching down, he put a hand on his youngest son's arm.
"Michaelangelo, it is time to wake up", he said softly. Once Splinter was sure that he was fully awake, he stood up and looked at Donatello.
Despite the peacefulness of sleep, Splinter could see the weariness that had plagued the child ever since the attack that his brother had endured three days ago. Something was bothering Donatello, but what it was he could not (or would not) say. Splinter knew that with time he would eventually find out what was troubling his son. He decided to allow Donatello to sleep in for today, in hopes that he might feel better once he had enough rest.
He turned to Raphael's bunk and roused him out of his slumber. As Mike and Raph rose and headed to the kitchen, they noticed that their brother had not been called out of his rest, and made their displeasure known.
"Master, how come you didn't make Donnie wake up?" his two sons objected. Splinter sighed to himself, knowing they would be persistent until he told them. He sat in one of the chairs and put a hand on each of their shoulders.
"Donatello needs to get some extra rest", Splinter explained, "He is to be left alone until he wakes up on his own. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Sensei", they replied obediently. Splinter nodded and gave them the list of chores to be done before he returned with the morning collection. He turned and headed to his study to retrieve his cloak before heading out.
He opened the door and stepped inside, when to his surprise, he saw Leonardo attempting to sit up while trying to fight the pain that wracked his body. When Leo looked up and saw his father standing in the doorway, he stopped his exertions and gave a weak smile.
"Master", He said softly. Splinter walked over to the side of the cot and knelt, smiling lightly.
"How are you feeling, my son?" Splinter asked, putting a hand on the young turtle's shoulder.
"I'm okay", he fibbed, but the sudden look of pain on his face gave him away.
"Do not try to hide your pain Leonardo", Splinter said in mock sternness," I will make you something that will help you feel better."
Splinter stood up and walked to a small table covered in small jars and containers. He made a blend of powders and placed them in a small cup. He then poured hot water into the cup, allowing the mixture to dissolve.
Leonardo sat quietly, watching his master while trying to ignore the pain at the same time. It was so hard, though. It felt like fire stabbing all over his body; he wished so much for it to stop. Then, Splinter came back to the cot and sat on the edge.
"Drink as much of this as possible", Splinter told him as he handed him the steaming cup, " It will help with the pain."
Leo looked at the tea and took a mouthful. His face twisted in reaction to the sourness of the tea, but the tingling warmth soon spread through his body, calming his fired-up pain receptors. Once he was able to drink about half of the beverage, Splinter took the cup and set it on the table beside the cot.
"You should start feeling drowsy in a few minutes. The tea will help you fall asleep", Splinter told him, smiling lightly, " I am glad that you are back with us. Your brothers and I were all quite concerned for you."
Leonardo looked up at the door and then to his father nervously. Splinter noticed this and looked at his son questioningly.
"Master, I'm—How is Donatello?" Leo asked, looking down at his hands, "I know the dog hurt him before I could to stop it. I tried, I really did, but it was too big to fight. I was worried for Don, but then last night, when I woke up and saw him—"
"Calm yourself my son", Splinter said placing his hand over his son's," no one is blaming you for anything."
"So, you're not upset?" Leo asked quietly.
"Of course not", Splinter told him, " I am not upset with any of you. We will talk about this at another time. Get some rest now, my son."
Leo could feel his eyelids get heavier and heavier, so he nodded and laid down. He was sound asleep even before his head hit the pillow. Splinter put a blanket over his son and left the room…
Splinter rounded the corner, expecting to see the door to the lair. His heart skipped a beat at what he saw. Scattered all over the ground was splintered shards of broken wood from the door. He approached cautiously, unsure of what he would find. At the sudden sound of approaching footsteps, he disappeared from view and watched quietly. His worry turned into anger when he saw the dog emerge from the lair, dragging some blankets away with its teeth. When the dog was out of view, Splinter emerged from his hiding place and entered the lair.
The sight he saw was only the beginning of the trouble that was to unfold…
(Yes I am Evil! Muahahahaaa *cough * *hack *)