The Mutant Ninja Turtles
Donatello's Biography: Part 5
By B.C.
Think of the Devil
"It feels cold." thought Donatello as he held his side. Time, for him, has stopped. For his brothers, time was now a slow motion horror show. The beast Jinketsu seemed to float in the air, his spade slowly making its way to its target. A drop of blood falls from Donatello's wound. It seems as though it falls endlessly; inching its way to the floor. The drop lands without a sound. It makes a tiny little pool that Donatello can't stop staring at. A tear drops from his eye. It falls for an eternity, and makes its own tiny pool.
Thoughts, memories, images, songs, everything that has been stored in Donatello's mind over the course of his life is being recalled all at once. He sees a shadow. Donatello forces his gaze away from the two pools. He looks up to see the spade being drawn to his face. "Splinter." He whispers, and the he closes his eyes. The two tiny pools of blood are no longer alone.
The audience screams in joy. The arena is full of shouting and cheering as the Thunder Bay Lakers have won the game. The roar is so loud it shakes the very walls of the structure. On the ice, number 41 skates the along walls with his fist raised high. He shouts with the crowed, because number 41, Casey Jones was responsible for the game winning goal. That was five minutes before the game was over, but they were able to keep the other team from scoring. Now the game was over, and Casey Jones was the M.V.P. of this Canadian team.
Only last year Casey Jones was living with the most unusual people ever to exist. He was living with Turtles. Casey was part of the group, a crime fighter (if you will), but the group was different now, and had been ever since Splinter died. Although not thinking of it at the moment, Casey clearly remembered that day. He didn't go with them, at their request, but he was there when they returned with the body. They all died that day. At least that's how Casey felt. Only a month after that Casey finally married Melody (a nice young women he had been engaged to for over a year), and with her health insurance Casey was able to undergo an experimental procedure which made it plausible to repair his knee. The cartilage in Casey's left knee had worn out in his younger days, but with the help of an experimental new Phenoplasty, the problem became repairable. Sure enough, only a month after the surgery Casey was on his way back to the pros, and he dominated.
Casey smiled to himself as he exited the ice. For Casey, tonight was a great night. He skated in the box, and was about to ask his teammate a question about his penalty with number 13, but his attention was quickly taken by the sight of a metal star lodged in the Plexiglas. "Are they here?" he thought, yet couldn't make out a suspicious fat man in a trench coat in the crowd (the Turtles usual disguise). He looked to see if anyone else noticed the appearance of the star. "Nope." He reached for the star and pulled. "Man its in dere." After minor struggle he dislodged it. It had a note attached to it. The note was folded in a small square which was too difficult to unfold with his hockey gloves on. He removed them, unfolded the letter, and began to read the note.
Casey,
This is Donny. Look, I know we haven't talked in a while, and this kinda comes outa the blue, but something's up. Tomorrow night at around midnight we're gunna fight Shredder at the old pen warehouse on the west side of Torrance. Something's up Shredders sleeve, and as much as I hate to say it, I'm scared. I know Leo thinks this is a "family" issue, but I would feel a lot better if you showed up. I know I'm not giving you much time, but if you can I could sure use some back up. Later Elf-lips.
P.S. Nice goal.
"No, you're not giving me enough time. Damn it Donny!" Casey flew into the locker room, changed, grabbed his gear and a few "antique" weapons he'd kept for good luck, and hopped his bike to the highway. It was already eleven at night, and Casey was in Thunder Bay, Canada. He knew he had a long night of biking riding ahead of him. He reached in his pocket and retrieved his cell phone. "Melody is gunna be pissed." Casey dialed the numbers and soon the phone was ringing.
"Yay! Oh my God honey! We won!" screamed Melody over the phone. Casey smiled and waited for her to quiet down. "Oh honey, you were great! Everyone is here and we can't wait to get the party going!"
"Melody, listen."
"Yes."
"I'm not gunna be home tonight."
"What?"
"Look somethin's come up, somethin' serious. I have to help an old friend."
"An old friend? Honey, who do you…Oh no. It's them isn't it? Casey" her voice now getting upset and concerned, "I thought we agreed that if you got into the pros you wouldn't do that anymore. What if you hurt your knee again? What if you get killed?"
"That's not gunna happen. Look, I HAVE to. Donny's scared, and as much sh#$ as we give each other, Donny would never tell me that unless he was dead serious."
"So you're heading to New York now?" she could hear the bike in the background. "Casey."
"Look I'll call you when I get there, okay."
"Casey…"
"Look I'll be alright. I'll be back day after tomorrow, I promise. Just don't worry, kay?" Melody gave a deep sigh.
"Okay." With that they said there I love you's and goodbye's. Casey Traveled for 12 hours straight and reached Montreal. "Almost there." he thought. He decided to stop at an inn for a while, he figured he had time. He paid for the room, entered, threw his bags on the floor, laid on the bed, and passed out. His mind was swirling with images of his hockey victory and Donatello. He then drifted into slumber.
It was the loud siren of an ambulance that woke Casey. He rolled over, pulling his arm across his face, hoping to fall back asleep. "At least it's dark." he thought. "Oh SH!%!" Casey flew to his feet and looked at the clock. Ten thirty. "How did I sleep that long?" Of course, of course, only now!" he thought sarcastically as he scrambled his things together. He threw his duffle bag over his shoulder, climbed back on his bike, and hit the road, peeling rubber. Only an hour and a half left, and he was, at least, two hours away.
It was nearly 1am when Casey found thee old warehouse. He probably would've been on time had it not been for the pit stop at the hardware store. Casey took a "five finger discount" on a few choice items. "Ah the good old days." he thought in reflection to robbing the hardware store. No sooner had he dismounted his bike when he could hear familiar voices. This melody of grunts was the song of battle. Casey flew to the entrance, which was well locked. He then climbed up to a window, opened it, and landed inside on the second floor. He saw nothing but abandoned ware house boxes and boards. There was that clear plastic wrap everywhere and hanging from the ceiling. He followed the noise, and moved quickly to his left where he could see the open center. There he saw his four friends fighting what looked like giant man-tigers. From the looks of things, he came too late. Mikey just downed his opponent, and then helped Leo take out his. All the while Raph gave his buddy a throat check that proved fatal. "Where's Donny?" he then looked to the left. In the far corner Donatello pushed his opponent away, he was holding his side, and from what Casey could tell he had a bad wound. For some reason Donatello looked down, and stared at the floor.
"Get up." Casey whispered, but Donatello didn't. The thing he was fighting raised his spade. Casey quickly assessed the situation. "The other three are too far, and Donny's daydreamin'. "Sh%$! SH%$!" Casey ran at Donny as fast as he could. By the time Casey landed on ground level the beast was in the air. "SH%$! SH%$!" Casey reached back and grabbed his newly acquired ax and whipped it at full power where he figured the beast would be. "Oh no!" he thought, "It's not gunna make it!"
"DONNY!!"
To Be Continued…
Author's Notes: Wow! I'm glad to hear that Chapter 8 wasn't as boring as I feared. I guess comparing words to the visuals in my head gave me a biased view. Anyway, Melody (like Jubei and Akane) was a big character in the "original" text, but unlike Jubei and Akane, at least she got dialog. I just thought I'd mention that incase you were racking your brains trying to remember her from any of the series. Well we're almost there. As always, you criticism is appreciated whether positive or negative. Thank you again for reading.