Dimensional Adventure
Lost didn't even half describe the situation Donnie and Raph were in. The door Kida had directed them to just led to another corridor. After much thought they had decided to go down it, but now, looking at all the doors surrounding them, they could seriously think about using the word 'trapped'.
Raph sighed. "Lets just try this one".
He gripped the handle on the door closest to him, and pushed it open. Raph peaked his head through and lightly punched his brother on the side. Donnie gave out a whispered, "eh?" but when Raph didn't answer him, he poked his head into the room too, and gave out a small gasp.
"Erm -" Raph said slowly. "Okaaaay".
They both took in the normal white walls, the white ceiling, and the white floor. But nothing - absolutely nothing - could explain the food floating mid-air in front of them. Pizza slices, fruit, vegetables, sweets, cans of soda, anything that would make Mikey have a field day.
Donnie walked in and grabbed a carrot floating just above his head. He examined it in his hands, looking to see if it was real food. He sniffed it. Definitely smelt like a carrot. Raph came up behind him.
"Poisonous?" he asked.
"Don't think so", Donnie replied.
"Only one way to find out", Raph said confidently. He grabbed an apple that was floating around his head, sniffed it, and took a bite. "Hmm, not bad"
"I can't believe you're risking your life just for an apple!" Donnie tutted. He watched as his brother starting chewing. Donnie shrugged. Well it wasn't poisoning him yet! But then again Raph hadn't swallowed it yet. Swallowed . . . it could be when you swallowed, Donnie thought. He quickly took another sniff of the carrot . . . something was not right.
"Wait don't swallow that!" Donnie shouted to his brother.
Raph gulp, swallowing the piece of apple in his mouth at the same time. He looked at his brother, holding the apple in one hand.
"Er, why?" he asked slowly.
"Too late now", Donnie whispered. His eyes slowly went from the top of his bandanna holes to the bottom as he watched Raph fall to the floor, the apple still clutched in one hand. Donnie scratched his head. "Er, well, there's some kind of sleeping drug in there that'll keep you knocked out for at least 2 hours", he explained to his unconscious brother lying on the floor, even though he couldn't hear a word Donnie was saying. "Hmm".
Donnie smiled slightly. Despite the mess they were in, he found the whole situation pretty funny, but he knew Raph wouldn't be smiling in 2 hours time.
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Leo wasn't smiling at all. He had his shell pressed against a tree and was looking at the 'CAT' in shock. He knew he hadn't misheard, that thing definitely spoke! Even more confusing, it was speaking to him!
"What's the matter, dude?" it asked. "Never seen a talking tiger before?"
"This is impossible!" Leo gasped.
"Impossible? Not in this world it ain't!"
"Who are you?" Leo asked, moving away from the tree and taking one cautious step forward. He knew what Mikey would say: "Aww, Leo, can we keep him, huh, huh?" "Fat chance!" would be Leo's reply if his brother were here. But he wasn't. Leo had no idea where Kida was, and he could have really used her help by now!
"I", the tiger replied, "am Tiran. And I've been sent to protect you".
"Protect me?" Leo asked, confused. "Why? I mean, by who?"
Tiran looked as though he was smiling proudly at Leo. "A fire of a soul, Leonardo, an angel of protection, a princess of dimensions, but also a fearer of friendship. She is my cause, my life, my friend, my purpose, and I vow to protect her also. But, for the first time, I have been asked to protect someone she considers more important than herself. That someone, Leonardo, is you".
Leo's mouth opened.
Tiran bowed his head and closed his eyes. "By my soul I shall protect you, I have no reason to die, and I can't as I have the protection of the master of this world. But now, my protection has turned to you, by the orders of Kida".
Leo frowned. "Kida . . ."
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"GET OFF ME, YOU IDIOT!"
Kida kicked a gangster in the gut and punched the other one as hard as she could. Walking around New York really wasn't good. She should have taken herself back to Keja, but instead her leave from the turtles' home had left her here, down the alley two blocks from where she was staying for the night and tomorrow. Teleporting herself was really getting to her. The more stress or anger that filled her mind prevented her from getting to her destination, and she had plenty to get her lost. She had much anger to kick anyone that tried to steal her none-existent money. She didn't know how to fight, but she did her best to defend.
She gritted her teeth in pain as a punk with bright red hair pinned her against the solid brick wall. Her back was in agony but she ignored it, and looked at the punk in front of her, fire blazing in her eyes.
"Ooo! Getting tough now are we?" he sneered, and she could smell his foul breathe.
"TAKE - THAT!" She brought her foot up and kicked him right where she knew it hurt. His arms released hers, and he fell to the ground, groaning in pain. Kida hauled herself away from the wall just as a massive 'bang!' of thunder and lightning lit the sky. She looked up at the dark clouds just as they broke, and she was soaked from head to toe within seconds.
Something grabbed her from behind, and she elbowed it as hard as she could, watching as a man with yellow hair landed besides her, clutching his groin. Kida took off down the alleyway and ran up a fire escape, rubbing her bare arms when she got to the top. Thunder echoed in the distance, and she started to run across the rooftops, taking her time jumping from one to another before she found another fire escape.
"Hey sweetums", the yellow-haired man drawled when she got to the bottom.
Kida opened her mouth, and looked behind her quickly. No one was following her, so how the hell . . .? She growled, and gazed at the dagger in his hand. She could still see the anger and pain in his eyes from when she had kicked him.
"Stay - away - from - me . . ." She slowly backed away.
"No, darlin', I ca' d'that", he drawled, and she started to run.
Kida's back was letting her down. She could see the man through the blanket of rain as she tried to get to the apartment block she and Keja were in. He finally managed to catch up with her, grabbing her back and pulling her to the ground. He kneeled on top of her, and suddenly the blade was within stabbing distance.
"GET OFF!!"
She grabbed his wrists as the knife almost touched her nose. He was stronger than her, and she used all of her might to push the knife sideways, letting it slide down her upper arm before hitting the floor. Kida gasped as blood dripped from her already ripped t-shirt. The man's weight wouldn't budge, so she mustered up the last of her energy to kick him again, much harder, in his groin area.
He doubled over in pain, and she pushed him off her.
She stood up, clutching her left shoulder, gave the punk another hard kick so he wouldn't follow her and ran off for the fourth time that evening. She passed another street, ran across the road, hiding the pain in her eyes and her shoulder as two policemen walked past. Since they were to her right, thankfully, they didn't notice the blood soaking through her light-coloured t-shirt. She managed to reply to their "evening" greetings, though it took much effort. She found the block of apartments she needed, and ran up the stairs before any of the other neighbours could see her.
She reached the top, and knocked on the one door in the corridor with her blood-covered knuckles, too weak to grab the handle. Kida leaned against the wall until the door swung open, and a pair of shocked, green eyes greeted her.
She smiled painfully at Keja, and stumbled through to the large room as he shut the door and turned back to her, taking in her blood-soaked sleeve and shivering body, the utmost concern glinting in his eyes. He ran over to her as she headed to the bathroom in the flat, stumbling all the way. "What happened to you, Kida?" When she made it to the bathroom he asked again, kneeling down to grab her waist and turn her to him, since he knew grabbing her arms would be a bad idea. She winced as his hands pressed against her back. "Kida?"
"I suppose just a shower tonight is out of the question?" she asked in a weak attempt at a joke, finally defeated by weakness as she collapsed there and then.
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Mikey's favourite place so far started to slip out of eyesight. He sighed as he walked through the trees that cut off the view to the waterfall, not wanting to leave but knowing that he had to. After half an hour of walking, he finally came to a park. He definitely knew it was a park because of the swings and slides that scattered it. There was a hill near one set of swings, and he sat down on one of them, peering over the grass. It led down to a large field of grass, and was followed by another hill, so it looked like one massive hole, but as the sun set out over it, Mikey smiled, marvelling at the smell of fresh cut grass and air. Being in New York, this kind of thing was never seen, and Mikey was grateful for a chance to see it.
He didn't know how long he sat there for, but suddenly the sun started to fade, sinking lower below the hills and leaving strips of oranges, yellows, pinks, reds, blues and purples peeking above them. Mikey quickly got up and headed for the hills, knowing that he couldn't stay here when it got dark. There could be wild animals about. Lions, or snakes, or - Mikey swallowed - bears. He quickened his pace and came to a new set of trees.
Trees . . . Dark . . . Mikey thought. It was always like that in films. The trees looked ok in the sunlight, but when darkness settled there were always things lurking: Bats, the horrible hoots of owls, eyes watching you from the darkest places. Hidden traps, maybe, or noises . . .
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Kida stayed trapped in the darkness of her room until she finally came back to herself and turned her bedside lamp on, realising she didn't need it on because she'd slept through till morning. This wasn't just any room, it was her room, and it had been that way since she was just a kid. The flat she and Keja were in wasn't just any flat, it was her home, the home she spent the greatest 7 years of her life living in until her family died. All of her family, that is. Visiting once a year wasn't enough for her, but even visiting more than that was painful, so she never came more than once, even though her heart desired it.
Kida sighed and looked around her fairly big room.
With the ocean style wallpaper, and light blue coloured bed along with a light blue coloured carpet, it was any normal teenagers room. But Kida had her unique taste. Her Mom had kindly painted an ocean theme on her dressers, her wardrobe, every piece of wood she had. Even her CD Player was blue, and Kida would never even dream of redecorating this room. Her ceiling was painted blue also and her Mom, a brilliant painter, had drawn 2 dolphins on the ceiling, so she could look up at them every night.
Kida tilted her head on the softness of her bed to look at her wrapped-up shoulder, obviously gently stitched up and cleaned by Keja, though she didn't remember him doing it. She must have zoomed out for the rest of the night. It was in agony, but she didn't want to go out and ask for pills. She wasn't weak, and she would handle the pain - and the fact was she hated pills.
Her stomach grumbled loudly, and she smiled. Ok, maybe she would have to get out of bed. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and saw that Keja had put her in a pair of her black pyjama bottoms and a massive grey t- shirt that belonged to him. Kida shivered and let out a sneeze. Now she knew why he did it. She felt her forehead. It was hot, but she ignored it and opened her bedroom door.
The blinds were shut in the living room, and the fireplace was off. Kida peeked through the blinds to see it pouring down with rain and dull. She removed herself from the window and sat down on one of the three beige armchairs in her lounge. There was a sofa opposite her, but she always preferred to curl up in an armchair, snuggling against a red blanket that draped across it.
She loved this room. Mostly because, despite the terrible weather, it looked nice - even if the fire was off.
She sat there for 10 minutes before she decided to get a bath and get dressed. It didn't take long. She ran a bath, washed herself up - managing to keep her bandaged-up shoulder dry - and dried her hair and pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans and a grey t-shirt, too hot to put Keja's sweater back on. She loosely plaited her hair, leaving the strands that always fell over her face untouched, and went back into the living room and sat in the armchair, grabbed a book, and began to read.
It wasn't long before her head started to hurt so she stopped reading, just moments before Keja came out of the spare bedroom, wearing a pair black jeans and a green t-shirt. He ran a hand through his hair and looked down at her.
"You should put my jumper back on", he advised. "You'll get ill just wearing that".
"I'm fine", she replied, tucking her legs underneath her and flicking the TV on. Some kiddie cartoons came on and she shrugged. No one was too old for cartoons.
"Hmm". He bent down to her level and put a hand on her head. "You don't feel fine. You're boiling, Kida".
"I'm fine", Kida repeated. "I don't want to put your jumper on. I'm hot".
"I can see that", Keja said. He stood up. "Best to sweat it off though then let it get worse. You were freezing last night - so you're bound to get a fever. How's your shoulder?"
She shrugged again. "Fine", she said simply, engrossed in Tom and Jerry.
"Put my jumper on", he repeated. "I don't want you to get worse".
"I won't", she said, eyes still on the screen. "I'm fine".
He ran a hand through his hair again, clearly thinking about something but deciding against it. "How about a fried breakfast?" he asked.
She cracked a smile and looked at him. "Ok, thanks".
He looked at her flushed cheeks uncertainly and walked into the kitchen that was attached onto the living room, watching Kida's movements from over the counter. She was tough, but she couldn't fight natural illness, and she was heading straight for it.
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Donnie was being tortured, properly tortured. This was torture beyond belief. This was torture beyond torture. This was betrayal. This was horrible. This was . . . Pizza!
Donnie watched as one slice of pizza floated above his head, going back and forth, back and forth, back and - Donnie shook his head and looked at his unconscious brother. One hour of waiting, another hour to go. Donnie sighed. This slice of pizza was the only piece of food left in the room. The rest had vanished before his very eyes. He swore the food had a mind of their own. Because this one slice of pizza kept moving from left to right and so did his eyes. Mikey would probably give in on this one, but Donnie wanted to stay beside his brother. But it was so hard . . .
Just one hour, Donnie told himself, one hour . . .
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Mikey felt a jolt of success when he walked into the small cave. Pitched away from most of the trees, it shone in the moonlight and brought out the scratches and curves in the wall. He sat down and leaned against the damp wall. Not brilliant, but it would have to do because he knew that he couldn't carry on tonight.
Mikey brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly.
It wasn't windy, but he was cold. He looked at the scratches in the wall and realised he was looking at writing. Names. He moved forward onto his knees and brought his hand up to rub along the grooves of peoples names.
Mary-Ann Ranger: 13/10/1957
Daniel Oliver Thompson: 06/08/1999
Taylor Marie Anderson: 17/12/1978
Mikey frowned. Did this mean that they were stuck in here and wrote their names on? Or did they just do it to say who had been here to comfort the next person? Mikey carried on looking until he got to a very familiar name.
Kida Ashley-Rose Wright: 25/12/1994 (Merry Christmas)
Mikey knew this was the Kida that he now knew. It had to be. She said she was their age but her parents died when she was young and she'd been here maybe 7/8 years. This must have been her first Christmas here. It made sense to be her. Mikey was sure of it, though he didn't know Kida last name or anything.
Mikey sat back against the wall and shivered. He didn't know where Kida was right now, but he bet she was a lot warmer than he was.
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"Ok, I'm boiling", Kida said, lying across the sofa on her stomach with her cheek pressed into a pillow and her arm dangling off it.
Luckily, Keja wasn't there to hear her say that. He was out getting some food supplies since Kida had ate most of the food for her fried breakfast, having had nothing to eat for almost a day since the turtles had came to the dimensional world. Kida got up and turned the fire off that Keja had put on, insisting that she 'sweat it off', referring 'it' to her so-called illness. She sighed. There was nothing wrong with her, she was just a little hot that's all, and she was blaming the fire for that.
She looked at her shoulder and tried to move it.
Nope. Agony and annoyance went through her and she shoved herself back on the sofa in the same position she was before. She knew Keja will probably ask her what she was doing last night to get bruised up like that.
She had a nasty bruise on her stomach where the yellow-haired punk had dragged her down and on the side of her thigh where she had banged into the brick wall. Also the ones on her back hurt like hell and she found it a lot easier to lay on her stomach. She also started to wonder if Keja had seen the purple and blue mess on her back. They weren't exactly hard to miss.
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When Keja came back he found Kida asleep on the sofa, her front half off it and her legs resting on it. He smiled. God knows how she managed to sleep in that position. He walked over to her and glanced at the fire.
Off.
Keja sighed and felt Kida's forehead. Roasting, and she was breathing heavily so he knew she had probably just made that fever worse. She should of listened to him and sweat it off. But she wouldn't because she was positive she would be fine. Keja put away the supplies he had got for the kitchen and then lifted Kida up and put her back on the sofa. He grabbed the blanket that went over her favourite armchair and draped it over her. Hopefully she would sweat it off in her sleep.
He sat down beside her and watched her slow breathing. Maybe when she woke up she would tell him about those bruises that scattered her back. They couldn't have been the ones from last night, though he still didn't know what had happened to her, but they looked as if they'd been there for a while. He'd since her flinch ever so often when she was moving on the armchair also.
Kida coughed in her sleep and rolled her head to one side. Keja looked at her glowing red cheeks and knew she'd have to stay in bed for a few days.
He frowned. There was simply no way she could go back to helping the turtles now.
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Lost didn't even half describe the situation Donnie and Raph were in. The door Kida had directed them to just led to another corridor. After much thought they had decided to go down it, but now, looking at all the doors surrounding them, they could seriously think about using the word 'trapped'.
Raph sighed. "Lets just try this one".
He gripped the handle on the door closest to him, and pushed it open. Raph peaked his head through and lightly punched his brother on the side. Donnie gave out a whispered, "eh?" but when Raph didn't answer him, he poked his head into the room too, and gave out a small gasp.
"Erm -" Raph said slowly. "Okaaaay".
They both took in the normal white walls, the white ceiling, and the white floor. But nothing - absolutely nothing - could explain the food floating mid-air in front of them. Pizza slices, fruit, vegetables, sweets, cans of soda, anything that would make Mikey have a field day.
Donnie walked in and grabbed a carrot floating just above his head. He examined it in his hands, looking to see if it was real food. He sniffed it. Definitely smelt like a carrot. Raph came up behind him.
"Poisonous?" he asked.
"Don't think so", Donnie replied.
"Only one way to find out", Raph said confidently. He grabbed an apple that was floating around his head, sniffed it, and took a bite. "Hmm, not bad"
"I can't believe you're risking your life just for an apple!" Donnie tutted. He watched as his brother starting chewing. Donnie shrugged. Well it wasn't poisoning him yet! But then again Raph hadn't swallowed it yet. Swallowed . . . it could be when you swallowed, Donnie thought. He quickly took another sniff of the carrot . . . something was not right.
"Wait don't swallow that!" Donnie shouted to his brother.
Raph gulp, swallowing the piece of apple in his mouth at the same time. He looked at his brother, holding the apple in one hand.
"Er, why?" he asked slowly.
"Too late now", Donnie whispered. His eyes slowly went from the top of his bandanna holes to the bottom as he watched Raph fall to the floor, the apple still clutched in one hand. Donnie scratched his head. "Er, well, there's some kind of sleeping drug in there that'll keep you knocked out for at least 2 hours", he explained to his unconscious brother lying on the floor, even though he couldn't hear a word Donnie was saying. "Hmm".
Donnie smiled slightly. Despite the mess they were in, he found the whole situation pretty funny, but he knew Raph wouldn't be smiling in 2 hours time.
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Leo wasn't smiling at all. He had his shell pressed against a tree and was looking at the 'CAT' in shock. He knew he hadn't misheard, that thing definitely spoke! Even more confusing, it was speaking to him!
"What's the matter, dude?" it asked. "Never seen a talking tiger before?"
"This is impossible!" Leo gasped.
"Impossible? Not in this world it ain't!"
"Who are you?" Leo asked, moving away from the tree and taking one cautious step forward. He knew what Mikey would say: "Aww, Leo, can we keep him, huh, huh?" "Fat chance!" would be Leo's reply if his brother were here. But he wasn't. Leo had no idea where Kida was, and he could have really used her help by now!
"I", the tiger replied, "am Tiran. And I've been sent to protect you".
"Protect me?" Leo asked, confused. "Why? I mean, by who?"
Tiran looked as though he was smiling proudly at Leo. "A fire of a soul, Leonardo, an angel of protection, a princess of dimensions, but also a fearer of friendship. She is my cause, my life, my friend, my purpose, and I vow to protect her also. But, for the first time, I have been asked to protect someone she considers more important than herself. That someone, Leonardo, is you".
Leo's mouth opened.
Tiran bowed his head and closed his eyes. "By my soul I shall protect you, I have no reason to die, and I can't as I have the protection of the master of this world. But now, my protection has turned to you, by the orders of Kida".
Leo frowned. "Kida . . ."
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"GET OFF ME, YOU IDIOT!"
Kida kicked a gangster in the gut and punched the other one as hard as she could. Walking around New York really wasn't good. She should have taken herself back to Keja, but instead her leave from the turtles' home had left her here, down the alley two blocks from where she was staying for the night and tomorrow. Teleporting herself was really getting to her. The more stress or anger that filled her mind prevented her from getting to her destination, and she had plenty to get her lost. She had much anger to kick anyone that tried to steal her none-existent money. She didn't know how to fight, but she did her best to defend.
She gritted her teeth in pain as a punk with bright red hair pinned her against the solid brick wall. Her back was in agony but she ignored it, and looked at the punk in front of her, fire blazing in her eyes.
"Ooo! Getting tough now are we?" he sneered, and she could smell his foul breathe.
"TAKE - THAT!" She brought her foot up and kicked him right where she knew it hurt. His arms released hers, and he fell to the ground, groaning in pain. Kida hauled herself away from the wall just as a massive 'bang!' of thunder and lightning lit the sky. She looked up at the dark clouds just as they broke, and she was soaked from head to toe within seconds.
Something grabbed her from behind, and she elbowed it as hard as she could, watching as a man with yellow hair landed besides her, clutching his groin. Kida took off down the alleyway and ran up a fire escape, rubbing her bare arms when she got to the top. Thunder echoed in the distance, and she started to run across the rooftops, taking her time jumping from one to another before she found another fire escape.
"Hey sweetums", the yellow-haired man drawled when she got to the bottom.
Kida opened her mouth, and looked behind her quickly. No one was following her, so how the hell . . .? She growled, and gazed at the dagger in his hand. She could still see the anger and pain in his eyes from when she had kicked him.
"Stay - away - from - me . . ." She slowly backed away.
"No, darlin', I ca' d'that", he drawled, and she started to run.
Kida's back was letting her down. She could see the man through the blanket of rain as she tried to get to the apartment block she and Keja were in. He finally managed to catch up with her, grabbing her back and pulling her to the ground. He kneeled on top of her, and suddenly the blade was within stabbing distance.
"GET OFF!!"
She grabbed his wrists as the knife almost touched her nose. He was stronger than her, and she used all of her might to push the knife sideways, letting it slide down her upper arm before hitting the floor. Kida gasped as blood dripped from her already ripped t-shirt. The man's weight wouldn't budge, so she mustered up the last of her energy to kick him again, much harder, in his groin area.
He doubled over in pain, and she pushed him off her.
She stood up, clutching her left shoulder, gave the punk another hard kick so he wouldn't follow her and ran off for the fourth time that evening. She passed another street, ran across the road, hiding the pain in her eyes and her shoulder as two policemen walked past. Since they were to her right, thankfully, they didn't notice the blood soaking through her light-coloured t-shirt. She managed to reply to their "evening" greetings, though it took much effort. She found the block of apartments she needed, and ran up the stairs before any of the other neighbours could see her.
She reached the top, and knocked on the one door in the corridor with her blood-covered knuckles, too weak to grab the handle. Kida leaned against the wall until the door swung open, and a pair of shocked, green eyes greeted her.
She smiled painfully at Keja, and stumbled through to the large room as he shut the door and turned back to her, taking in her blood-soaked sleeve and shivering body, the utmost concern glinting in his eyes. He ran over to her as she headed to the bathroom in the flat, stumbling all the way. "What happened to you, Kida?" When she made it to the bathroom he asked again, kneeling down to grab her waist and turn her to him, since he knew grabbing her arms would be a bad idea. She winced as his hands pressed against her back. "Kida?"
"I suppose just a shower tonight is out of the question?" she asked in a weak attempt at a joke, finally defeated by weakness as she collapsed there and then.
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Mikey's favourite place so far started to slip out of eyesight. He sighed as he walked through the trees that cut off the view to the waterfall, not wanting to leave but knowing that he had to. After half an hour of walking, he finally came to a park. He definitely knew it was a park because of the swings and slides that scattered it. There was a hill near one set of swings, and he sat down on one of them, peering over the grass. It led down to a large field of grass, and was followed by another hill, so it looked like one massive hole, but as the sun set out over it, Mikey smiled, marvelling at the smell of fresh cut grass and air. Being in New York, this kind of thing was never seen, and Mikey was grateful for a chance to see it.
He didn't know how long he sat there for, but suddenly the sun started to fade, sinking lower below the hills and leaving strips of oranges, yellows, pinks, reds, blues and purples peeking above them. Mikey quickly got up and headed for the hills, knowing that he couldn't stay here when it got dark. There could be wild animals about. Lions, or snakes, or - Mikey swallowed - bears. He quickened his pace and came to a new set of trees.
Trees . . . Dark . . . Mikey thought. It was always like that in films. The trees looked ok in the sunlight, but when darkness settled there were always things lurking: Bats, the horrible hoots of owls, eyes watching you from the darkest places. Hidden traps, maybe, or noises . . .
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Kida stayed trapped in the darkness of her room until she finally came back to herself and turned her bedside lamp on, realising she didn't need it on because she'd slept through till morning. This wasn't just any room, it was her room, and it had been that way since she was just a kid. The flat she and Keja were in wasn't just any flat, it was her home, the home she spent the greatest 7 years of her life living in until her family died. All of her family, that is. Visiting once a year wasn't enough for her, but even visiting more than that was painful, so she never came more than once, even though her heart desired it.
Kida sighed and looked around her fairly big room.
With the ocean style wallpaper, and light blue coloured bed along with a light blue coloured carpet, it was any normal teenagers room. But Kida had her unique taste. Her Mom had kindly painted an ocean theme on her dressers, her wardrobe, every piece of wood she had. Even her CD Player was blue, and Kida would never even dream of redecorating this room. Her ceiling was painted blue also and her Mom, a brilliant painter, had drawn 2 dolphins on the ceiling, so she could look up at them every night.
Kida tilted her head on the softness of her bed to look at her wrapped-up shoulder, obviously gently stitched up and cleaned by Keja, though she didn't remember him doing it. She must have zoomed out for the rest of the night. It was in agony, but she didn't want to go out and ask for pills. She wasn't weak, and she would handle the pain - and the fact was she hated pills.
Her stomach grumbled loudly, and she smiled. Ok, maybe she would have to get out of bed. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and saw that Keja had put her in a pair of her black pyjama bottoms and a massive grey t- shirt that belonged to him. Kida shivered and let out a sneeze. Now she knew why he did it. She felt her forehead. It was hot, but she ignored it and opened her bedroom door.
The blinds were shut in the living room, and the fireplace was off. Kida peeked through the blinds to see it pouring down with rain and dull. She removed herself from the window and sat down on one of the three beige armchairs in her lounge. There was a sofa opposite her, but she always preferred to curl up in an armchair, snuggling against a red blanket that draped across it.
She loved this room. Mostly because, despite the terrible weather, it looked nice - even if the fire was off.
She sat there for 10 minutes before she decided to get a bath and get dressed. It didn't take long. She ran a bath, washed herself up - managing to keep her bandaged-up shoulder dry - and dried her hair and pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans and a grey t-shirt, too hot to put Keja's sweater back on. She loosely plaited her hair, leaving the strands that always fell over her face untouched, and went back into the living room and sat in the armchair, grabbed a book, and began to read.
It wasn't long before her head started to hurt so she stopped reading, just moments before Keja came out of the spare bedroom, wearing a pair black jeans and a green t-shirt. He ran a hand through his hair and looked down at her.
"You should put my jumper back on", he advised. "You'll get ill just wearing that".
"I'm fine", she replied, tucking her legs underneath her and flicking the TV on. Some kiddie cartoons came on and she shrugged. No one was too old for cartoons.
"Hmm". He bent down to her level and put a hand on her head. "You don't feel fine. You're boiling, Kida".
"I'm fine", Kida repeated. "I don't want to put your jumper on. I'm hot".
"I can see that", Keja said. He stood up. "Best to sweat it off though then let it get worse. You were freezing last night - so you're bound to get a fever. How's your shoulder?"
She shrugged again. "Fine", she said simply, engrossed in Tom and Jerry.
"Put my jumper on", he repeated. "I don't want you to get worse".
"I won't", she said, eyes still on the screen. "I'm fine".
He ran a hand through his hair again, clearly thinking about something but deciding against it. "How about a fried breakfast?" he asked.
She cracked a smile and looked at him. "Ok, thanks".
He looked at her flushed cheeks uncertainly and walked into the kitchen that was attached onto the living room, watching Kida's movements from over the counter. She was tough, but she couldn't fight natural illness, and she was heading straight for it.
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Donnie was being tortured, properly tortured. This was torture beyond belief. This was torture beyond torture. This was betrayal. This was horrible. This was . . . Pizza!
Donnie watched as one slice of pizza floated above his head, going back and forth, back and forth, back and - Donnie shook his head and looked at his unconscious brother. One hour of waiting, another hour to go. Donnie sighed. This slice of pizza was the only piece of food left in the room. The rest had vanished before his very eyes. He swore the food had a mind of their own. Because this one slice of pizza kept moving from left to right and so did his eyes. Mikey would probably give in on this one, but Donnie wanted to stay beside his brother. But it was so hard . . .
Just one hour, Donnie told himself, one hour . . .
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Mikey felt a jolt of success when he walked into the small cave. Pitched away from most of the trees, it shone in the moonlight and brought out the scratches and curves in the wall. He sat down and leaned against the damp wall. Not brilliant, but it would have to do because he knew that he couldn't carry on tonight.
Mikey brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly.
It wasn't windy, but he was cold. He looked at the scratches in the wall and realised he was looking at writing. Names. He moved forward onto his knees and brought his hand up to rub along the grooves of peoples names.
Mary-Ann Ranger: 13/10/1957
Daniel Oliver Thompson: 06/08/1999
Taylor Marie Anderson: 17/12/1978
Mikey frowned. Did this mean that they were stuck in here and wrote their names on? Or did they just do it to say who had been here to comfort the next person? Mikey carried on looking until he got to a very familiar name.
Kida Ashley-Rose Wright: 25/12/1994 (Merry Christmas)
Mikey knew this was the Kida that he now knew. It had to be. She said she was their age but her parents died when she was young and she'd been here maybe 7/8 years. This must have been her first Christmas here. It made sense to be her. Mikey was sure of it, though he didn't know Kida last name or anything.
Mikey sat back against the wall and shivered. He didn't know where Kida was right now, but he bet she was a lot warmer than he was.
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"Ok, I'm boiling", Kida said, lying across the sofa on her stomach with her cheek pressed into a pillow and her arm dangling off it.
Luckily, Keja wasn't there to hear her say that. He was out getting some food supplies since Kida had ate most of the food for her fried breakfast, having had nothing to eat for almost a day since the turtles had came to the dimensional world. Kida got up and turned the fire off that Keja had put on, insisting that she 'sweat it off', referring 'it' to her so-called illness. She sighed. There was nothing wrong with her, she was just a little hot that's all, and she was blaming the fire for that.
She looked at her shoulder and tried to move it.
Nope. Agony and annoyance went through her and she shoved herself back on the sofa in the same position she was before. She knew Keja will probably ask her what she was doing last night to get bruised up like that.
She had a nasty bruise on her stomach where the yellow-haired punk had dragged her down and on the side of her thigh where she had banged into the brick wall. Also the ones on her back hurt like hell and she found it a lot easier to lay on her stomach. She also started to wonder if Keja had seen the purple and blue mess on her back. They weren't exactly hard to miss.
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When Keja came back he found Kida asleep on the sofa, her front half off it and her legs resting on it. He smiled. God knows how she managed to sleep in that position. He walked over to her and glanced at the fire.
Off.
Keja sighed and felt Kida's forehead. Roasting, and she was breathing heavily so he knew she had probably just made that fever worse. She should of listened to him and sweat it off. But she wouldn't because she was positive she would be fine. Keja put away the supplies he had got for the kitchen and then lifted Kida up and put her back on the sofa. He grabbed the blanket that went over her favourite armchair and draped it over her. Hopefully she would sweat it off in her sleep.
He sat down beside her and watched her slow breathing. Maybe when she woke up she would tell him about those bruises that scattered her back. They couldn't have been the ones from last night, though he still didn't know what had happened to her, but they looked as if they'd been there for a while. He'd since her flinch ever so often when she was moving on the armchair also.
Kida coughed in her sleep and rolled her head to one side. Keja looked at her glowing red cheeks and knew she'd have to stay in bed for a few days.
He frowned. There was simply no way she could go back to helping the turtles now.
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