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Chapter Four
The first thing he heard was talking, talking and sobbing. Actually, there was…something else, other voices. It wasn't as loud as the talking though, but still, it was there. He could hardly make out what they were saying, but the talking he knew to be his brothers'. A particular sob racked his sub consciousness. Definitely Mike. That was as good a motivation as any. He willed his eyes open.
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Mike sobbed into Raph's shoulder who, in turn, comforted Mike, his own tears falling free. They had placed a sheet over their brother's body, more out of respect than anything else. Leo sighed.
"I'll go call April." Although his voice was calm and collected, his mind was in hysterics. Donny, dead. Those two words just could not connect. He wouldn't have believed it if he didn't check Donny's pulse on his own, which he did. Even then, he still couldn't believe it. He proceeded to check his breathing and vital signs. He even went so far as to hook Donny up to the old heart monitor, a concoction Donny had made himself. But it was no use. There was nothing there. The whole ordeal had brought them way into the night hours and into the old med room, but to no prevail. Leo's body shuttered as he brought his hand to the phone. He had hoped that he would never have to make this kind of phone call again.
But fate saw it another way.
Donatello shot from under the white sheet, his eyes wide.
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He flipped the IP between his fingers. He watched as the silver bar coded card weaved in and out of his digits just to end up at the thumb once again. Leaning against the wall, he waited, a cigarette between his lips. It was unlit. That annoyed him. They were not allowed to smoke at Headquarters. AVTech had made it a rule. He frowned. A dumb rule, but a rule non-the-less. Suddenly angry, he spit the unlit cigarette into his hand, pocketing it for later. He was growing impatient. All of the EMN's were being used. He continued to flip the card between his fingers, eyeing his surroundings. The rather large building buzzed with movement. Although it was not one of the largest of headquarters, it certainly was the busiest. It was definitely one of the top ten in the world, if not number one. He watched as the people walked by. There were just so many different people, so many different shapes and sizes. But they all had at least one thing in common.
Vampires, they were all vampires.
He sighed, eying the information desk. Its occupants were all busy on computers or talking into hand free phones. Now-a-days, everything was so high tech and augmented. It was sickening. What happened to their values, their tradition, their heritage? Now they were nothing more than laser guns and tasers in inexperienced hands, when a well wielded sword could achieve much more. A movement from the metal box caught his attention.
'Finally!' He stepped into the box, facing the screen once he was completely inside. Apathetically, he slipped the card through the slot on the side, and immediately the screen came to life.
DNA Identification
He placed his long fingered hand on the screen. Under it, the screen glowed.
DNA Identification Confirmed
Welcome, Owen
The mechanical feminine voice, well, welcomed him as his own face and stats appeared on the screen.
Owen Cromwell
Birth: May 11, 1008
POB: Salem, Massachusetts
Height: 6'1"
Weight:145 lbs.
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: White
Occupation: AVTech Bounty Hunter
Impatiently, he placed the card into a slot just under the screen. It slid in easily. Just as quickly a new opinion showed up on the bottom of the screen. With a touch, he selected it. A screen full of faces and their corresponding rewards came up. He quickly scanned over the faces before he found what he was looking for. Quickly, he selected a certain dark haired male, currently on the bottom left.
Jared Marshall
Birth: December 23, 1982
POB: Rhode Island, New York
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Has Escaped from Vapanese Mental Penitentiary of Manhattan.
Current Bounty: $2000.00
Owen smirked. With another touch to the screen, it changed.
Jared Marshall has been apprehended.
Humming a tuneless melody, he stepped out of the metal box, card in hand. His lip curled up, two thousand dollars at his disposal. That was the only good thing about these times, everything was at his finger tips. The card started its laps around his fingers again as he walked. Passing the main desk he made his way to the exit, but a voice stopped him.
'Owen, we need you over here.' So much for leaving undetected. The thought of ignoring the telepathy crossed his mind, but he knew he couldn't get far. Frowning, he turned back around, facing the woman at the front desk. Their eyes met. 'I assume you completed the mission ok?' Although her mouth didn't move, he heard her. Every vampire was telepathic, just now-a-days it was rarely put to use. It was refreshing to hear it again, even if it came from the annoying busy body behind the desk. He strode over to her. Normally he wouldn't have given her the time of day, but this time his curiosity overrode his stubbornness. Looking her in the eye, he replied.
'The mission went without hitch. Why do you ask?' He gave her a look. Her pale cheeks reddened at his question before fumbling a 'No reason, just making conversation.' Hastily she changed the subject. He noticed her change in demeanor, but said nothing. Instead, he listened.
'I just wanted to give you a heads up, there is a new bounty out. A pretty big one too. It seems as though Jared Marshall has set a trend with his escape. Last night, four more vampires escaped from that very same penitentiary. Although now it is under lock down, the ones that escaped are very dangerous to the safety of the organization. Amongst them was a vampire by the name of Trevor Girshwind, the top dog. A criminal incarcerated years ago. Went insane soon after. The reasons for his incarceration are not important…but the reward is.' She smiled up at him, his blank stare unchanging. He turned to walk away, he had heard enough. Her face fell, that was until she heard his voice in her own head.
'Send the information to my IP account.' A simple demand, but she was instantly happy. His positive response gave her the courage to ask him one more question. A question that had been bugging her for weeks.
'Ow--' The computer beeped and she instantly lost her nerve. Sighing, she watched his retreating figure. A handsome man, he was. Too bad she didn't stand a chance.
The beeping continued, shaking her from her thoughts. With a frown she answered the call. What she saw puzzled her.
'This system must be wacko…' That was the only explanation for what she read. It just wasn't possible. Recruited vampire candidates trained for years before they were fully blooded. And before that each candidate had to be chosen by the council and deemed worthy, and that process alone took months. But the screen said what it said. There was no denying that.
Right in the middle of Manhattan, right under their noses. A new vampire had just been born.
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OK, I'm sorry. More turtles next chapter, I promise. I just thought that maybe you guys should get the background story line before I bring you back to Donny. But believe me, in the next few chapters, you will get more Donny that you can handle :D! Bye the Way, this chapter seemed to me to be pretty self-explanatory, so I didn't make author's notes. But if you have any questions just Review an I'll get back to you.
