Echo and Narcissus
Part 2
'My son's what happened? You look ill.' Master Splinter said as his four turtle sons entered the lair
'I don't know Master, on our way back from patrolling, we heard a voice. The city was dead, I don't know if the voice we heard has anything to do with it though.' Leo, the blue clad turtle stated thoughtfully
'This voice, what was it like?' Splinter asked, his voice laced with concern
'It was soft, and airy. It was projected from somewhere near the southern edge of New York. It was soothing, I felt really tired,' Donatello spoke, it was quickly supported by the nods of Raphael and Michelangelo
'Hmmmm, you must investigate the source of the voice. And quickly, I fear for the worst if it goes unchecked. I will meditate on this matter some more.' Master Splinter mumbled as he headed to his room.
The four turtles were left standing in the lair. Slowly they ambled over to the sofas and sat down. Each had no idea what to say. Leonardo turned and looked at his brothers. Mikey was half asleep, Raph was somewhere between angry and restlessness, and Don looked lost in thought. Knowing his brothers as he did, Leo felt it was the best if he left them alone for the rest of the night.
Morning
Mikey was the first to wake, he groggily walked towards the kitchen to start breakfast. He passed the dojo on his way. There were series of loud obnoxious noises coming from within. Curiously, Mikey slid the door open carefully. Raph was beating the punching bag to a living pulp, while Leo and Master Splinter were in a corner sitting cross-legged. Both were in a state of deep mediation. Satisfied, Mikey shut the door and continued his way to the kitchen.
'Eggs and bacon I think,' Mikey murmured to himself as he began cooking.
Minutes passed; soon the lair was wafting with the smell of eggs and delicious bacon. Raph and Leo entered closely followed by Splinter. The three of them sat at the table and waited for breakfast,
'Would one of you go and find Donatello, he should not miss breakfast. It is the most important meal of the day after all.' Splinter called to his son's, Raph got up and walked out of the kitchen without a word.
He aimlessly walked to Don's room and knocked on the door. When he didn't hear a reply, Raph slid the door open. Still pitch black, Raph carefully avoided all the strange gadgets that littered the floor.
'Hey, Donny, Splinter says its time to wake up,' He called in a soft voice. When there was no reply, Raph tried everything he knew. Still there was no reply from his brother, making sure he was still breathing, Raph tried the most desperate thing he could think of,
'Don, your lab's on fire!' Donatello quickly snapped up in his bed, his eyes wide open in shock
'WHAT? ON FIRE?' Don yelled as he woke, then he saw Raph laughing next to him, 'RAPHAEL!' He yelled as he lunged at his brother. Raph quickly got the hint and bolted from Don's room as fast as he could. He made it to the kitchen, but Don was hot on his heels.
'My son, how nice of you to join us.' Master Splinter said as Raph quickly sat leaving Donatello standing at the kitchen door
'What? Oh, right. Good morning everyone, Raphael.' Don said monotone like, but putting emphasis on Raph's name.
Night
Don had cooled off since his rude awakening, but Raph wasn't taking any chances. Master Splinter had sent them to find the voice, and Leo was leading (of course), with Raph close behind him. Mikey was between Don and Raph and was unaware that he was acting as a barrier between his older brothers.
Leo headed off to the south and in a tight knit group the others followed. They had not heard the voice since they left, but then it came over the horizon like a train. It was loud and vibrant
Taste the Wind
Feel the Earth
Smell the Fire
See the Water
You can do all these things
Yet you won't help me
Quickly, the same tired feeling had taken over the turtles as the struggled to reach their destination. The city below them was empty again, this time the turtles were sure it had to do with the voice.
The lonely person
Pushed out of you thought
Is calling for help
What evil can you wrought
Fighting the instinct to return home and sleep, the four turtles had finally reached a small forest. Carefully they walked to the center of the forest where a girl sat on a rock, surrounded by a small lake.
Hear my distant call
Hear my distant plea
Won't someone out there
Please rescue me?
Soon it became too much for the four mutants, the song broke over them like a hammer. Each passed out and fell into a deep sleep. Unable to awaken from their nap, their heads swimming with the words of the song.