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Chapter Seven
'What?' Raphael strained to look into the shadows. The pole swayed and staggered as the wind picked up, also sending the person's coat aloft.
There was definitely someone up there.
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The turtle definitely had spotted him. It was looking straight at him now. Owen stared back.
For the first time in his extremely long life, he didn't know what to do. He smirked.
Sometimes, spontaneous was the best solution.
With out warning he leapt down from his hiding place. His target: the turtle below.
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As soon as Donny left the room, his senses went absolutely haywire. He froze, recovering from the aftermath of the shock. Everything he was feeling, everything he was hearing, all stopped. It all focused on one thing, his nostrils.
There was something in the air.
Mike stopped at Don's halt, his own arm over Don's, helping him walk. With a questioning glance, he looked over at the placid Donatello.
"Donny?" Don barely heard Mike, the voice not even registering. Luckily, all of the other voices had stopped when his nose kicked in. He wouldn't have been able to hear them anyway. Besides…
The sweet smell in the air was much more interesting.
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Raph's eyes widened as he watched the figure's descent towards him. With a startled yelp, he rolled away, barely missing the oncoming body. Unfazed, the figure landed in a crouch. Raph fell back, automatically falling into stance. He really didn't know what to expect anymore, this guy was just full of surprises.
The figure slowly stood from his crouch, his eyes dead set on Raphael. Owen's smile was wiry as he watched the turtle. In the moonlight, and now in clear view, he was able to clearly observe the turtle without the tint of shadow. He looked absolutely baffled, like he didn't know what to make of him, to Owen's amusement. His skin was marked with a various amount of cuts and bruises, as if he just came out of a fight. Most of the cuts were just scratches, but others still leaked blood.
It made the air smell sweet.
Meanwhile, Raph just stood his ground. For the first time in his own life, he truly didn't know what to make of the situation. So he did nothing at all.
Still, he couldn't help but wonder. He knew for a fact that it was nearly impossible for anyone to even get up there. Well, humans at least. The only ones with even the slightest capabilities for the long ascend was just him and his brothers. But there the figure stood, his dark eyes dancing with a humor that Raph didn't understand.
Raph also noticed how young the guy looked. He could be no more than twenty years old, at the very most. An easy eighteen or nineteen at the least. Still, he was only a kid. He also noticed a rather large sword, in its sheath, on the kid's hip. The sword itself intrigued Raph; he had never seen anything like it. It was very long, almost the height of the guy himself. But instead of being straight or slightly curved, like a regular katana, his was extremely curved. So much so that it curved all the way around in a slow loop, ending at the foot of the opposite leg.
There was no way that such a young kid would be able to wield that thing. He could only imagine how heavy it was. He knew that he would have trouble wielding it, but the kid himself looked rather lean, much too lean for that monstrosity…
All of his thoughts could be summed up in one question, one phrase, which just happened to be the original question overall.
"How the hell did you get up here?!" Raph took the initiative, talking first. Owen did not respond, mostly because he was surprised that this turtle could even speak. But he didn't let that show. Just then, a devilish thought hit him. It caused him to smile.
'Let's just see how far I can push this turtle…how human is he after all?' Instead of answering the turtle, he took a measured step backwards, and then another.
Raphael mirrored him, taking a step forward. The ledge was coming up fast. A fall from this height would prove fatal. He spoke before he could even think.
"Whoa! Whoa. Take it easy, kid. I'm not gonna hurt ya!" Owen tilted his head, the smirk spreading.
'Kid?'
He took another step, enjoying the rise he was getting out of the turtle before him.
The closer the kid got to the edge, the more Raph's panic-meter went to red. Helplessly, he watched the boy's backward march, mirroring each step with his own feet. He could not let this guy jump, he just couldn't. But the kid seemed to think otherwise. His eyes danced, contracting greatly from the morbidity of what he was doing. Finally he stopped, his heels right at the edge. Raph stopped also, a fear he never felt before crept up his spine. The wind blew, a suddenly strong gust making the kid's long black coat billow once again. The kid's hair mimicked the coat, the free strands danced along to the song of the winds. Raph's own bandana tails billowed, but he ignored those.
He was definitely panicking now. He held his hands up, trying to stop the events from spiraling out of control.
"Kid, you really don't want to do this!" His own voice was forced and harsh. The guy was so young, he had so much to live for. Raph couldn't help but think back. Is that why he was up here in the first place? To jump?
At the turtle's statement Owen couldn't help but smile, a real smile. His eyes danced as he smiled, the two sharp teeth poking out from under his lips.
"Do I?"
He spread his arms, and took one more step backwards. The air rushed past him.
Raphael let out a surprised yell before sprinting after the falling figure. He reached out, when at the edge, but grabbed nothing more than air.
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Donatello sniffed the air again, his stomach grumbled. In the back of his mind, he knew he didn't understand what was going on, but the smell…
It clogged his rational thought.
All he could do now was follow it.
He left the security of Mike's arms and stumbled his way through the trashed den. Mike watched him, puzzled. Don was sure acting strangely.
'Maybe that headache is worse than I thought.' He followed the lucid turtle through the den, also managing to stumble over some of the broken furniture in his haste. At the kitchen, though, he realized that Donny was no where to be seen.
'What the shell?! Where'd he go?" Mike turned back. Maybe Don had cut back through the den when he wasn't looking, but the den was just as empty as the kitchen.
'…ok?' He turned back around, completing the three-sixty.
'Where could he have gone?' Mike continued through the kitchen and into the hallway. All that was left here was their rooms. He was about to turn back, when something caught his eye. To his left, the door was left ajar. Leo's room.
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He watched as the turtle lay sleeping. Leo was down for the count, his chest rose and fell steadily. Donny, found himself there, watching him. The smell was stronger here, sweeter. It made his stomach rumble.
'What am I doing?' But still, he couldn't stop himself. Closer and closer to Leo's bed he crept. The smell getting stronger and stronger. Don stopped, standing completely over Leo. The smell was the strongest here.
So sweet, it was almost intoxicating. He closed his eyes, allowing the smell to take him over. However, he was interrupted.
Leo stirred.
Don's eyes popped open at the movement, temporarily startled. However, it didn't last long. Leo moaned once before turning over, his face now to Donny.
Donny gasped. If the smell could get any stronger than before, it did. His knees felt week, it enveloped him completely. Opening his eyes again, of which he didn't remember closing, he saw its source.
Leo's lip, although not bleeding, was still busted. The open flesh a dark pink, greatly contrasting the dark green of his skin.
All rational thought left him at the sight of the open wound.
He had no control over anything anymore.
His stomach growled, and so did he. He leaned forward, stopping inches away from the turtle's face.
Way in the back of his mind, a tiny voice protested.
'This is not right.' it whispered. However that voice disappeared as a stronger, more dominant feeling rung out in the haze of his mind.
Two sharp teeth made themselves known, unsheathing themselves from the bonds of his jaw.
With all other rational reasoning gone, he gave in to temptation. He inhaled one last time before closing the gape between himself and Leo.
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Lol…..im sorry…this made me laugh. It's not what you think, just wait for the next chapter…lol! R and R
