A/N: This story is coming to a close. Thanks for all the reviews guys.
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
" I'm having a shower." Raph decided. It was an hour later and they had just finished making love after the second time.
Naomi lay on the couch, and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, " Okay...I might have one after you." she sat up and grabbed her clothes on the floor.
Raph rubbed his shoulder which had scratch marks on it, " that was something else." he said.
" We happens now?" Naomi asked him.
" I don't know. I need to think," he told her before disappearing into the bathroom.
As she got dressed, Naomi sighed. Making love with Raph had been kind of rough, but passionate at the same time-due to all the pent up emotions and feelings they secretly had for each other.
Naomi went into the bedroom and wondered if Raph was going to stay for the night. For a brief moment, she thought of Don and felt kind of bad for him, but shrugged it off.
I'll rest for a moment, I'm emotionally drained. She decided and did just that.
" You've got the red turtle hook, line and sinker" a voice woke Naomi, startling her. She sat up in bed; " Huh?" it was her brother, standing at the end of the bed. This time he didn't look as real, he was kind of simmering.
He's a ghost, she realized, he's not real.
" And the purple one too."
" What are you talking about?" Naomi asked him wearily.
" The freaks of course. They are both so much in love with you it's sickening. Of course it took the red one awhile to figure it out, but it's all out in the open now. I wonder what it will do to their brotherly relationship." Matthew rattled on.
" Shut up," Naomi commanded him, " You're not real, I'm only dreaming. I'll wake up any minute now and you'll be gone."
" I don't think so sister dear. I've got such control over you, I can get you to do anything I want."
" Bullshit," Naomi spat out, feeling angry now, " and you can stop with the poltergeist activity."
" I'm not the poltergeist my dear," Matthew told her, " You don't have a poltergeist. You've been doing that all yourself."
" That's such a lie. Don's a genius, he knows what he's talking about." Naomi told him.
" The red turtle is in the shower and he's vulnerable right now. Wouldn't it be so easy to grab a knife and stab him in the shower? It'll be like that shower scene in Psycho." Matthew grinned evilly.
" Just go into the kitchen and get the knife Naomi," Matthew stared right into her eyes,
" What's holding you back? Just do it."
Raph finished his shower and wrapped himself in a fluffy white towel. He turned the shower off and headed back into the living room. Naomi wasn't there.
" Naomi?" Raph called as he walked into the kitchen. He decided to help himself to some coffee when he noticed a knife was missing from the butcher block.
His heart nearly stopped, how could have he been so stupid? She had tricked him-reeling him as bait and trapped him. She had gotten him right where she wanted.
I am such an idiot! He cursed; I'm alone in the apartment with a psycho who wants me dead. Where are my sais? He ran back into the living room, but his sais was gone.
Shit! He cursed again but told himself not to panic. He was a skilled ninja after all; he can handle a knife-wielding psycho.
Check out my new web page, devoted to fan fic. It's still under construction though:
http://home.iprimus.com.au/jamesok/tmntwebpage.html
Keep an eye out for a four part mini-series set in the future when the turtles are in their mid forties.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
" I'm having a shower." Raph decided. It was an hour later and they had just finished making love after the second time.
Naomi lay on the couch, and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, " Okay...I might have one after you." she sat up and grabbed her clothes on the floor.
Raph rubbed his shoulder which had scratch marks on it, " that was something else." he said.
" We happens now?" Naomi asked him.
" I don't know. I need to think," he told her before disappearing into the bathroom.
As she got dressed, Naomi sighed. Making love with Raph had been kind of rough, but passionate at the same time-due to all the pent up emotions and feelings they secretly had for each other.
Naomi went into the bedroom and wondered if Raph was going to stay for the night. For a brief moment, she thought of Don and felt kind of bad for him, but shrugged it off.
I'll rest for a moment, I'm emotionally drained. She decided and did just that.
" You've got the red turtle hook, line and sinker" a voice woke Naomi, startling her. She sat up in bed; " Huh?" it was her brother, standing at the end of the bed. This time he didn't look as real, he was kind of simmering.
He's a ghost, she realized, he's not real.
" And the purple one too."
" What are you talking about?" Naomi asked him wearily.
" The freaks of course. They are both so much in love with you it's sickening. Of course it took the red one awhile to figure it out, but it's all out in the open now. I wonder what it will do to their brotherly relationship." Matthew rattled on.
" Shut up," Naomi commanded him, " You're not real, I'm only dreaming. I'll wake up any minute now and you'll be gone."
" I don't think so sister dear. I've got such control over you, I can get you to do anything I want."
" Bullshit," Naomi spat out, feeling angry now, " and you can stop with the poltergeist activity."
" I'm not the poltergeist my dear," Matthew told her, " You don't have a poltergeist. You've been doing that all yourself."
" That's such a lie. Don's a genius, he knows what he's talking about." Naomi told him.
" The red turtle is in the shower and he's vulnerable right now. Wouldn't it be so easy to grab a knife and stab him in the shower? It'll be like that shower scene in Psycho." Matthew grinned evilly.
" Just go into the kitchen and get the knife Naomi," Matthew stared right into her eyes,
" What's holding you back? Just do it."
Raph finished his shower and wrapped himself in a fluffy white towel. He turned the shower off and headed back into the living room. Naomi wasn't there.
" Naomi?" Raph called as he walked into the kitchen. He decided to help himself to some coffee when he noticed a knife was missing from the butcher block.
His heart nearly stopped, how could have he been so stupid? She had tricked him-reeling him as bait and trapped him. She had gotten him right where she wanted.
I am such an idiot! He cursed; I'm alone in the apartment with a psycho who wants me dead. Where are my sais? He ran back into the living room, but his sais was gone.
Shit! He cursed again but told himself not to panic. He was a skilled ninja after all; he can handle a knife-wielding psycho.