Disclamer: I don't feel like it….
Chapter Six
Mike took a step back, completely floored as to what he was witnessing. Never in his life did he think that he would see...this...
Never.
Leo shared similar thoughts.
Leo looked down between his arms, not believing what he saw. Raph looked up at him, his eyes still angry, but tears streaming down his cheeks. In his anger and embarrassment, his cheeks also flushed red. He hadn't wanted this to happen. He knew that he would cry, sooner or later, that's why he had wanted to go to his room, but No. Leo just wouldn't leave things well enough alone. Now he sat up, pushing the still shocked turtle out of his way, the tears still streaming. With a bruised body, and pride, he stood. Mike and Leo watched on in silence. Leo was completely out of his league, so when the turtle brushed past him and out of the lair, he let him go.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Donny awoke to hushed whispers.
He opened his eyes, but screwed them closed just as quickly. The light of the lamps stung. Slowly, he tried again, this time the sting wasn't so bad. He kept them open, allowing them the opportunity to adjust to the bright light of the med car. He shuttered.
He was cold.
Wrapping the sheet around him, he sat up, allowing his legs to swing over the side.
He felt weird.
It was funny. He couldn't remember much, but he did remember getting attacked. After that, everything else was hazy. The last thing he could recollect was waking up to his brothers. He had barely heard them when they spoke to him, but he did answer back. His mind just felt so fumbled. It was so confusing. Usually, he was sharp with such things. But now, thinking was like swimming through a fog, not even sure of where he was going.
It was starting to annoy him.
He tried to listen for his brothers in the lair, but couldn't hear much. Actually, that wasn't entirely accurate. He heard a lot, but none of it was recognizable. The whispering, or what he thought was whispering, still continued, but it didn't seem to be coming anywhere from inside the lair. There were too many of them, voices. Plus they were all wrong. It all just added to the haze.
He was beginning to get a headache.
'Maybe Mikey has some pills or somethin'. He stood, and fell back down. The world spun around him.
"Whoa…" He wouldn't try that again, that was for sure. His body ached. He would take it slow. Luckily, someone else heard his discourse.
"Donny, you up?" Mike's head poked through the door. Donny tried to nod, but only achieved in making his head spin more. He clutched his throbbing temples instead.
Mike furrowed his brow in worry, immediately going to Don's side. He was a little angry at himself for not being there when Don woke up, but he would make it up to the turtle later. Now, it was in priority to get Donny better, starting with that headache.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Raph stormed out of the lair, immediately going topside at the first opportunity.
"I should have left when I had the chance." He should have brought Donny home, and left, just like he had wanted too. But even now a still small voice told him no. He had done the right thing. The only thing that went wrong could be summed up in one word.
Leo.
"He just couldn't leave well enough alone…" Raph had originally wanted to be by himself that night. Seeing Don in such poor condition, and then the death scare, he knew that he wouldn't have been able to take it. So, he left. Seeking the solitude of the kitchen. He had felt the tears in his eyes, and had let them fall, getting a glass of water to help his constricting throat. He never got a chance to drink that water. Stupid Leo had interrupted him.
Arg! Sometimes Leo just made him so mad.
He looked up for the first time since hitting the streets, and was surprised as to how far he walked. He didn't even remember walking, or going so far, but he knew where he was. Looking up, he realized that it was better this way. He was right where he wanted to be. He began to climb the building he had stopped under, knowing the best route up by heart. He had been up there many times. It was the best place to think or what have you, or just to get away from his brothers, a.k.a. Leo. It was so high up, he didn't have to worry about being spotted. By far the perfect hiding place.
Slowly, but surely, he made his way up the Empire State Building.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Owen sighed, finally rubbing his cigarette out on the concrete stones. Instead of tossing it, he pocketed it. He was only half finished, it could be relit later. Besides, it was hard getting cigarettes; mostly he just hated dealing with the humans that sold them. They always asked too many question. How old are you, and such. They wouldn't believe him if he told them, so he always had to make up some lie, which would get him kicked out. He could pass for 21, couldn't he? But they never bought it.
Humans; sometimes it was just better not to deal with them at all.
He stood. Time to head back, although there was nothing really waiting for him at the drafty apartment he called home. But, that's the way he liked it. He turned, about to jump down to the next landing, when something caught his senses. In normal circumstances, he would have continued, and just jumped down. No human would have been able to follow him. But now, the things he picked up, the scent, the sound, even the aura in the air.
It definitely was not human.
'Maybe some animal just wandered up here.' Still, he was curious. The signature was too large to be just another animal. His senses were becoming more and more alert, it was coming closer. He had to decide what to do. Quickly, he scanned the area. There was no where to hide. Looking up, he got an idea. With no effort, he tread up the tip of the tower. There was just enough space for him to hide in between the ridges. Using his hands and feet as leverage when inside, he pushed against the sides, keeping him in place. A perfect hiding spot. Below he watched on. If his senses were correct, the thing would soon be right underneath him.
A giant turtle stepped out of the shadows.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Raph looked out over the city. He usually never took the time to enjoy such a site, but even he had to admit that the city was beautiful at night. Well, from this far away at least. A clinical smile graced his face. Up close, the city was no good. He knew that just as much as the rest of them. Swinging both feet over the ledge, he sat, his hands resting behind him. That was until his right hand brushed against something on the landing. He turned his head to look. His brow furrowed.
'What? A cigarette butt? How did this get up here?'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Owen watched on in amazement. He had seen a lot in his nearly one thousand years of life, but this just topped the cake. A giant turtle. A giant walking turtle. It was like something out of a myth or a legend. He watched on in silence as it sat, looking out into the night. Well that was until the turtle's hand touched something. Owen wasn't so sure what it was, until the turtle turned completely, picking it up between his large thumb and forefinger. Owen got a good glimpse of the object, his eyes widened slightly.
'Oh shit!' His cigarette butt lay in the turtle's palm.
It must have fallen out of his pocket.
'Stupid, Stupid!' He silently scolded himself, watching the turtle for any tip off.
Indeed, the turtle did suspect something. He immediately became alert, searching the shadows around him. Owen kept quiet. He was a vampire after all, a creature of the night. There was no way that this…turtle…would be able to find him, even if he did find the cigarette.
At that second the turtle glanced up, looking Owen straight in the eye.
'Crap.'
~~~
Lol. I like this cliffy. Not as "strong" as others, but still leaving you hangin'. : ) R and R
