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Chapter Eleven
Don woke with a start.
He was sweating.
Angrily, he shot the drenched sheets across the room.
His sleep had been horrible. Visions had plagued his dreams; horrible, terrifying visions. The worse thing about it was that now he didn't seem to remember any of them. The only person he remembered, the only person he saw that he recognized, was his girlfriend, Centrice.
'Oh no! She must be worried sick!' She hated it when he disappeared without as much as a phone call or a visit…like he had done for the past two days.
'She's gonna have my shell.' He groaned. On normal circumstances two days wouldn't have been that big-a-deal. She would be peeved…but other than that, everything would be ok. But this time, he had the first offence of two nights ago to deal with. That time, not having been there or seen her for an entire week. That would work against his case.
She would definitely be pissed, no doubt about it.
'I have to go see her.' It was not a question. He needed to see her; if not for her sake, for his own. He missed her dreadfully, almost enough to override the pain in his stomach and the blurriness of his mind.
'But it's only been (at the most) two days!' His rational thought chided him.
Regardless, he still missed her.
Those two days felt more like an eternity with everything that had happened between then and now.
His stomach rumbled. He realized that it was not as strong as before. Either that or he was getting use to the pain. He cringed; he hoped it wasn't the latter.
Swinging his legs over the bed side, he stood. The world shifted, but it soon steadied itself out.
He knew what he had to do.
He took a step, expecting his legs to give out, but nothing happened. His knees wobbled a bit, but they held in their place. He took another step, and another.
A smell assaulted his nostrils, making him stop in his tracks. He looked down.
'Eww.' The mess still occupied the floor. He wrinkled his nose. Mike probably didn't get a chance to clean up earlier. With the thought of cleaning it himself, he bent, but his stomach protested at the closer whiff. Instead he walked around it.
There was no time for that now anyways.
He had to get out of here.
Slowly he opened the doorway, expecting everyone to be asleep, but to his surprise, the lights to the kitchen were still on. Don took to the shadows. Leo's back was to him, the water running. Don took a quiet breath.
Maybe, he would be able to sneak past. It was a small maybe, but still a maybe.
With his eyes dead set on Leo's back, he took a careful step forward, stepping into the light of the kitchen. He immediately closed his eyes, suppressing a whimper. The bright light stung his sensitive eyes. However, he knew that if he reacted like he had wanted to; he would be busted before he could even blink. In order for this operation to work, he would have to be absolutely silent; Leo's ears were sharp.
He knew that from experience.
Slowly he opened his eyes, fretful that when he did, Leo would have already found him out. But to his relief, Leo still faced the sink.
He was safe, for now.
Slowly, he made his tracks across the kitchen, one measured step at a time. With each step he cast a look in Leo's direction, but the turtle never caught it. Finally, he made it; Leo and the kitchen stood behind him, undisturbed by his presence. Now, all he had to do was go through the den and out of the door.
The Med car light glared against the car window. Raph and Mike sat inside, their backs to the glass. Don sunk back.
Easier said than done.
If they saw him, they would definitely make him go back to his room. He knew that they would not warm up to the idea of him going outside.
'So…I can't let them know, can I?' He enjoyed a challenge as much as the next turtle, sick or not sick. He took to the shadows, not making a sound.
'One…step…at a time.' Carefully, slowly, he snuck past the window.
The door stood in its glory before him.
Neither Raph nor Mikey turned around. Don smiled. He was almost home free.
It was then, and only then, did he remember the latch to the door. His own ingenious invention; now is own demise. It would beep when being activated. That would definitely get the turtles' attention.
He froze in the darkness. The cranks turned in his cluttered mind.
He would need some type of diversion.
But in his predicament, that was impossible with out getting found out. However, it was then that fate saw it another way.
There was a clatter and a crash, metal crashed to the floor.
Donatello did not need an invitation. He quickly put in the access codes, his fingers flying over the key pad. It beeped three times before the lock clicked open. The voice of Mikey could be heard through the metal walls.
"I'm sorry, it slipped." His voice defensive.
However, Donatello was not there to hear it. By then, he was already gone.
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"I'm sorry, it slipped." Mike looked down at the metal basin on the floor.
Red water was everywhere.
Raph swore at Mike's back. That had made a lot of noise. Hopefully it didn't wake up Donny, he needed as much sleep as he could get. Mike looked up at him from his perch over the spill. He currently was using the rag to sop up the mess, squeezing it back into the bowl.
He understood why Raph was so mad.
He was just as worried over Donny as the rest of them. But, of course, was way too tenacious to admit it out loud.
'I knew he cared.' Mike fought down the urge to smile while being hit by a hard gaze from Raph's direction. He was not pleased. However, before Raph could open his mouth to state his displeasure, the door slid open. A none-too-pleased Leo stood in the open doorway.
"What the hell is going on in here?!" His voice was a harsh whisper, otherwise it would have been booming.
"Nothin' Le-"
"I knocked over the pan when Raph…asked…me…." Mike interrupted Raph with his own account of what happened before trailing off himself. Once again, he had spoken too much. He could feel Raph's glare on his back. Leo waited.
"When Raph asked you…what?" Leo prodded Mike, motioning for him to continue. Mike turned away, throwing an uneasy gaze in Raph direction. Raph caught it and grimaced. He knew that Leo would not leave it as it was, he would prod and press until he got what he wanted. To bad that that was something Raph was not prepared to give him. Raph turned to face Leo head on.
"Don't you have dishes to do, Leo?!"
Leo blinked. 'Man, if looks could kill…' Raph's certainly would. He took a step back, holding up his hands.
"Ok, ok! I get the point. Private conversation. Got it." He stepped out of the door. "Good night you two."
And with that he was gone.
Raph sighed before relaxing. The room was silent, except for the clang clang of the metal pan against the floor.
Raph truly was tired…extremely tired, making him grumpy as hell. It was then that he remembered that he hadn't gotten an answer from the turtle in orange.
Mikey, being satisfied with his mop job, stood, making his way over to the nearby sink. It was then that Raph's voice broke the relative silence.
"Well?"
Mike turned of the water, the bowl cleansed, a new rag in his grasp. "Well what?!" Mike took his seat behind the turtle in red once again. This time, the rag began its tracks on the base of his neck.
Raph turned back, his gaze on the wall once again. Slowly, he let out a breath.
"I had wanted to know if you believed in vamp-"
Leo ran into the room.
"Mike! Rap-"
"DAMN IT LEO! WHAT THE FU-" Raph was on the end of his leash, but Leo's voice stopped his rant in its tracks.
"Donny's gone."
All time stood still as the world ceased.
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His stomach began to protest, the voices louder than ever. He cringed, grabbing at his temples. Still, he walked on. It seemed as though if he just kept going, everything would turn out better in the end. All he had to do was keep walking.
The base of the building assaulted the top of his vision.
He was there.
Donatello looked up. Centrice's apartment stared back down at him from above.
With a sigh, he leapt, catching the end of the ladder in his grasp. He pulled himself on to it, easily. The chilled winds tore at his bare skin as he climbed, but he ignored it. There was a warmth from within, that kept him in check, a warmth that was not there before. A desire that grew with every step he took.
All too soon, he was there.
The rapping of Donny's hand against the window could be heard from within. Centrice got up, wrapping a robe around herself. There was no need to ponder over who it was. She stepped out into her living quarters, eyeing the turtle at the window.
She was pissed.
'Don't let him in!' Angry thoughts swam in her head; she had a good mind to listen to them. But she did not. Slowly she undid the latch, opening the window.
Donatello stepped inside.
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Oh, I made this chapter an entire chapter of turtles to make up for the entire chapter of Owen.: ) A balancing act if you will. Anywho, This chapter is pretty straight forward, therefore no author's notes. Sorry
Still more to come : ) R and R!
