I Spy
Note: I apologize, but I need some people to understand that while this chapter will deal solely on Jake, these are his views. Not mine. Also, me = no $$, so don't sue. P.S This chapter will have some strong language. Also, very graphic in the beginning.
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From the shadows, Jake watched as fatboy and his little slut took Charlie in to the movies, no doubt going to see that new redskin movie, Brother Bear. He waited until they were inside before going to the ticket lady.
"What are your movies playing tonight?"
The blonde smiled, and an image of his hand snaking through the money hole to slit her throat as she smiled at him, left him smiling. Forcing himself to pay attention, he caught the movie he wanted to hear.
"And we have Brother Bear playing from seven until nine pm."
Smiling at the fleeting image of the dying blonde, he turned to sit down on the bus bench outside the cinema, forcing himself to wait. Watching the people walk by he couldn't help but think of mindless ants. Little disgusting insects with nothing to do but scurry around whining that their Danish is too dry. Grinding his teeth again he checked his watch, only to find that thirty minutes had passed. He decided that it was too long a wait, and stood up.
Moving to the ally that he had found them in, he scanned the corners and found just the release he was looking for. Pulling out a knife from his pocket he smiled at the drunk, reaching back he stabbed deep into the stomach, sighing in ecstasy as he looked at the blood that covered his hand and blade. The bum was in shock as he stared down at the gaping hole in his middle. But he was already out of it to begin with; heroin having already worked its magic the hour before, and thought that it was another hallucination. Wiping the blood off on the stubble of a dirty bearded cheek, he pressed the blade at the nape of the drunks' neck, just under the right earlobe, pressing slowly as he drew a thin line of blood across the neck. Watching the ruby drops of blood create a thin intricate stain on his already dirty skin. The ragged breathing began to become a gargle as he started to suffocate on his own blood. Leaving him to die, Jake pocketed the knife. Moving the manhole, he climbed down into the sewer, pausing only long enough to pull it back into place before hiding in the dark.
Leaning back on his haunches, he checked his watch again and quickly placed a hand over the green light as the manhole cover was dragged aside and fatty dropped in, turned, and helped Charlie down.
"Man, wasn't that a cool movie Raph?"
'Raph' was helping his wife now, and the light from above barely illuminated them as he watched her smile at them. After covering the hole they began moving, fortunately Charlie was an eager conversationalist, and was able to drown out the cops' careful footsteps. He felt a growl rising in his throat at how close 'Raph' was getting to his wife but swallowed it. It wouldn't do him any good to give away his position.
"Baby stop pulling on Raphaels coat, you'll rip it."
"But I saw him put some candy bars in there." Charlie told his mother, his voice puzzled over why he couldn't find the chocolate.
"They're for tomorrow kid, I don't think yer mom would be happy if I made ya hyper."
She elbowed him as they turned down another corner, her voice floating back to him.
"No I most certainly wouldn't."
Stopping at the tunnels entrance, he strained his ears to listen for them, but he found that he could no longer hear just them, instead he could hear many voices, all male. Turning into the tunnel soundlessly, he slowly made his way toward the sounds. Confused at first, he moved aside some pieces of wood to reveal another manhole without a cover. Lying on his stomach he looked down at the floor of another room. The voices coming more clear.
"Mikey, you shoulda come with us to see the movie! It was cool!"
"I would've little dude if I would have known you were going."
Mikey? Raphael? How many guys is she shacked up with?
"Yeah well, we're use to cabin fever, they're not."
"I understand Raph, just next time could you let a turtle know where you're going?"
"Yes father."
Curiosity won over instinct as Jake dared to poke his head through to get a peek. He watched as a large freak of nature moved to pick up his son with Rowan watching trustingly. The turtle had a set of weapons in his belt, and an orange bandana tied around his head. Three other green freaks were nearby, each doing their own thing, and from where he watched he could see the hard muscles that each wielded.
Not wanting to be seen he moved away, lowered the wood over the hole and carefully retraced his steps for later. Once back on the surface and inside his hotel room he picked up the phone, dialing 0 to get an outside line. He waited as the ring sounded for it's fourth time before being picked up.
"New Jersey Police, what seems to be the problem?" A bored voice said automatically.
"Get the guys Neil, I've found us some fun."
There was a pause on the other end, "Jake? That you? Christ man where've you been?"
"New York, I found Rowan."
"Shit."
He ignored the interruption, "But she's being held against her will with a bunch of things."
"Things? Are you are sure it's her man? That was two years ago."
"It's her Neil, and Charlie is with them. They've been living in the sewers."
"How're the crocs?" Neil joked.
"No crocodiles, what I saw looked just like giant turtles, now listen me. I want you to get as many of my men as you can and meet me at the Vittorio hotel in the city. Pack heavy, I doubt those freaks'll go down without a fight."
Neil swore again, not doubting his commanding officer for a second, "How many are there?"
Jake pulled out his own gun, checking its ammunition satisfied that it was full, " I saw four, but there could be more of 'em down there so come prepared. I'll see you in five days."
Realizing Jake couldn't see him nod; he swallowed the dry lump in his throat.
"Got it."
TBC
Hooboy, Review timeI think I'm getting better at these
Michael - I'm glad that you think Jake is a good villain, he was really hard to write, since I'm use to using premade villains from the shows. And yeah, I get what you mean. Charlie reminds me of my brother when he was that agealthough at 12, he refuses to admit it ^_^
Reinbeauchaser - Heeheehee I'm sure Donny fans WOULD love to know, but, I have to keep everything like that a secretIt pains me to though, since I'm a huge Donatello fan myself! As for Baka Yaro, I had found it on this website that was suppose to be all curses, and then later, I couldn't find it again no matter what I didthank you immensely for the website addy, I'm probably going to be using it in later chapters!
Chapter 6) That is very true! Not all cops are like Jake! I myself have an uncle and friend in the military and a friend who's in the force, and she loves it there. And congrats on your son, he sounds like a very upstanding gentleman!
Ramica - I'm glad you liked my story so far, as for the cop thing. I didn't do a very good detail of it in ch.6. But Jake is in the force, and she's worried that he and his police buddies are close, and that if she were to go to the cops, Jake would be able to find her. Because he's instilled into her, that all cops are like him in order to frighten her. Hope that helps ^_^!
Pretender Fanatic - Cool name! You really like my story that much? I've had a review like that! Thanks! About Raph, I always got angry when fan girls would ruin Raph to suit their ends, and I tried hard not to twist him too much. I'm glad I succeeded! Oh.and you should be happy to know, that today, I wrote chapter ten AND eleven! And it's all thanks to you reviewers! Go you!
FairDrea - Hmmromances? I'm certainly not opposed to them...butwait and see Actually, about Rose Madder, I myself haven't read the book or seen the movie (though I hear both are good) But my step -father and I will read a book and every so often, and sit down and talk about our favorite. His (can you guess) was Rose Madder at the time when I wrote this, and what we do is describe the book. I asked the same questions, like why didn't she go to the cops, and from that I'm sorry to say sparked a few ideas when I was stuck. Humph, mine at the time, was an Anne Rice novelMike, (my step father) is reading Buick 8 right now, and says it's the best one he's read yet ^_^.
