Morning, Day Two : Flash Photography
Note: Eep! When I said that not as many reviews as before, I didn't mean that you had to review! * smacks self upside the head* Once again, an open mouth insert foot incidentI just want to say a special thank you to Rene for her helpful hints about the camera and to Andie, my friend in film who helped me to learn the anatomy of a camera and film!
Neil watched as Jake paused, trying to remember which way to go in the dank sewers. Lighting was close to nothing, and the flashlight wobbled in his cold hands. The large camera swung from a strap around the officers' neck; Neil watched the stoical face and wondered for not the first time, if he was in over his head.
"Are we almost there?"
Jake stiffened at the hidden whine, "Jesus O'Connaly, stop acting like a freakin' child. We'll get there when we get there!"
Backing up as though he had been punched, Neil continued on in uneasy silence. He wanted these pictures as bad as Jake did, albeit for a different reason. The two turned a corner into another tunnel, when Jake stopped suddenly.
"We're here."
Neil looked around, and felt his spirits drop, that fifty bucks was as good as gone.
"Uh, but there's nothing herejust some debris."
Rolling his eyes, Jake bent down and lifted off the cardboard coverings to reveal a manhole. Standing back, Neil leaned down and poked his head through, much like Jake had done only a few days earlier. A strong hand pushed him back.
"We'll go in after I fix the camera, and load the film."
Sitting back on his haunches, Neil watched as Jake emptied the iso200/135 DX Color Prints into the camera. And unscrewed a lever from the flash bulb. Effectively rendering the flash useless.
Jake smiled down at Neil, "Can't have them muties waking up, now can we."
Neil nodded wordlessly and followed Jake as he climbed down the ladder. Once inside the belly of the beast, the two men moved towards the first train car. Unfortunately there were hangings on the window that prevented any outside viewing. Carefully, Neil held his breath as he opened the first door. It didn't squeak, as both men thought it might. Once inside, Jake brought the camera up to his eye, and stepped back to take in the large turtle that was asleep.
Click
He turned a bit to take another picture of the room. Click; A picture of an orange bandana on the nightstand. Jake held out his hand to grab the picture as the camera spit it out, and handed them to Neil, who held the flashlight on it. Both men froze as the turtle stirred, but didn't wake. Once outside with the door shut silently behind them. They moved over to the next car. It too had boarded up windows, and the door was locked tight.
Deciding to go exploring, Jake and Neil located the kitchen; almost inside when Jake reached out his arm to bar Neil from going any farther. There were voices coming from inside the room. And Jake listened intently form the other side of the door. The first voice was strong, but unintelligible while the second voice was softer and he had to strain to hear the conversation.
"Don, is something wrong? I mean, you've been avoiding me all day. Did I do anything to upset you? 'Cause if I did, I'm really sorry."
Rowan! She's right here! So close!
"No! You didn't do anything, it's my fault."
A small laugh, " Your faultthat's one I haven't heard. But seriously, you shouldn't keep things bottled up, it's not healthy."
A sigh, "Yes mother." Some movements, a chair scraping. "Ro', can I ask you something personal?"
Ro' ? What the hell kind of nickname is that? And where the hell does this freak get off on calling my wife anything?!
"Sure Don. Unless it's something really personalyou know, like boxers or briefs.'cause I think you know the answer!" A small laugh at her own joke made Jake's blood boil. Neil felt trapped; unsure as to whether he should leave, or wait to see what Jake would do.
"Well, I.nevermind, it's not important."
"Donatello, something is obviously bothering younow spit it out, what is it?"
The next part was muttered, and Jake missed it. But so did Rowan, and he repeated it, a little louder.
"You're humanand I'm a freak"
Jake's eye's widened at the implications of what the mutant was hinting at. His hand shot out and grasped the doorknob, the other shoving off a struggling Neil who fell onto the floor loudly. Pulling open the door, Jake stood there and surveyed the scene. His wife stared up at him in shock from her seat at the table, a sweater and boxer shorts the only thing on her. A freak was behind her, purple bandana around his face, arms on the edge of her chair, body bent over, face looking up at him in surprise.
"Get away from her you fucking freak!" With one fluid motion he reached over and yanked Rowan out of the chair, but her foot tangled in the leg and she sprawled out at his feet instead with a small mewl of pain.
Automatically reaching for his weapon, Donatello realized that he had left his Bo staff back in his room. After all, who expecting an attack in their home this late? Cursing, he grabbed the nearest object and held it up, preparing to strike.
Jake dodged the glass of milk, and bent over Rowan, yanking her up by her curly brown hair, and holding her like a limp rag doll in front of him for protection. From behind, Neil trained his gun on Donatellos' head.
"Not one sound mutienot one fucking sound or you get to watch me slit this delicate, white throat."
Rowan whimpered as she felt his strong arm snake it's way across her middle for support. He shook her a little to make her stop, and Don watched helplessly. Anger burning white hot in his system. Slowly, Jake dragged Rowan out of the kitchen, leaving Neil to look after Donatello.
Jake moved over to the ladder, whispering into Rowan's ear.
"Thought you could get away, huh bitch? Well the time has come to pay the piper. Now, where's Charlie?"
"He's he's not here!" I'll be damned if I give you my only child!
"Where is he!" When she didn't respond, he hit her temple with the butt of his gun. "Where is he!"
"He'she's out with some friends." She answered, trying to clear her vision that threatened to go black.
"Then we're going to have to go pick him up early then, won't we?"
Slinging her over his shoulder, Jake reached up and began the ascent to the top, almost out of the lair Rowan could barely hear the sound of a silencer, and then running feet. Dear God, Donatello! No!
TBC
Heeheehee.sorry that I sped up the chaptersbut I thought they were getting boring, so.this story might soon be over by the beginning of next month!But no worries.I have many ideas as I said for more in thiswho knows.I might even make a series out of it!
Sorry thoughno time for reviews..and after some took extra time to review.
