It was quiet . . . but unfortunately not quiet enough to drown out the
thoughts that Luke and Smeg were currently having. Smeg was muttering the
Lord's Pray, while Luke was whispering the 26 Psalm, Raph made no move to
reassure that they weren't about to die.
Opening the hidden door, all three entered, and the two friends immediately dashed for the oddly unoccupied couch. The TV was currently off, indicting that the other turtles were out on a nightly patrol. Also Splinter's room was oddly closed up, which was strange as the aged rat preferred to keep a slight ear out for any trouble that his students would create.
Just as the silence was starting to become heavy, the other turtles suddenly burst through the door, looking like the hounds of hell were on their tails. Looking at each other oddly, Luke and Smeg remained silent and watched as the brothers got their breaths back.
"That is the LAST time we go to a liquor store!" Leo panted, as Don disappeared into his room with a backpack and returned again. "It's against Ninja honour to break and enter and take what homeless people are driven to."
Mike snorted. "Well, the 'Ninja Honour' seemed to have vanished when you ran down the hall screaming like a girl, dude."
"It was YELLOW!!" Leo shot back.
At that moment all three suddenly spotted the two extremely confused humans and they immediately dropped their argument and put on false smiles.
"Hi guys, what are you up to?" Mike waved, and sat next to Smeg, who high- fived him back. "Anything interesting going on in Australia?"
"Apart from the Wallabies losing to England on Saturday, nope, can't say that anything has." Smeg grimaced at the thought, she lost $20 dollars to her 10 year-old sister that night.
Noticing that Raph was missing, and thinking he was in another mood, the two decided to investigate. Going up to Raph's door, Luke had to do a double take on what was on the door. Signs like 'A good killer is a God send' and 'To slaughter or not to slaughter, that is the question and I am the answer' decorated the closed door.
Looking at Smeg nervously, Luke held his hand out, indicating that she should go first. "Ladies first." He grinned, and opened the door into the darkened bedroom.
"Prick." The smaller one muttered and stopped dead, making Luke bump into her. "Oh. My. God."
It wasn't that she'd tripped, it was what was on the walls. Trophies. Trophies of human corps, stuffed and hung on the walls. Most of the people on Raphael's bedroom walls were known to have been missing since the early 90's.
Raphael sat in a chair reading 'Silence of the Lambs' by Thomas Harris. Looking up, an unknown emotion passed his dark eyes as he grinned and placed his book down.
"Welcome," the turtle motioned around his room. "To my lair. These are my treasures, I collected them myself. Most were unwilling, but that made it more fun."
"Um . . . right," Luke replied, stunned, he leaned in closer to Smeg. "Let's get outta here."
All she could do was nod numbly, and all three (yes even Raph) went back to the couch. They sat there for a while, the turtles gave no explanation as to why Raph's room looked like a place that even Dracula would even fear to tread.
Luke lifted his hand, his pointer finger slightly crooked as he stuttered to speak the question he and Smeg wanted to know. "Um . . . may . . . um . . . I was." But his courage failed him
Smeg took over. "What my mute friend is trying to ask is: why does Raphael's room look like a morgue?"
Each of them looked at each other, until their gaze fell on Raph, who grinned at the attention.
"I hunt for sport."
A completely stunned silence followed.
"What does a person say to that?" Luke asked, closing Smeg's shocked mouth.
"Most people scream."
"Kay," Luke proceeded to scream his lungs out.
Quick as a flash, Don's hand appeared over his mouth, preventing any more disturbance from the long haired teenager. "Don't scream, you'll only provoke him."
He nodded in fear and continued to watch Raph play skilfully with his sharp, pointy sai's.
"Has . . . has he seen a psychiatrist at all?" Smeg asked, a little hesitant at asking such a personal question, based, as it was, on Raph's mental stability.
"Yeah, he's seen one," Leo replied easily. "We just haven't seen the psychiatrist for a while."
"Pardon?" Luke stuttered.
"Dr Manning went missing a couple of weeks ago," Mike announced as he put a jacket on, "no ones been able to find any trace of the dude except for a bloody mess. Oh and an unidentified three pronged object."
"The screamers are easy to hunt," was the red-bandanna clad turtles reply.
"Well," Mike said briskly, doing his last button "I'm off to get myself some take out, any takers?"
"Pizza, nothing but only cheese, meat-lovers for Smeg." Mike left, saying he'd be back in half an hour.
"I like you," Raph said and moved closer to Smeg whimpered and inched away.
"Please don't kill me."
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Next: Don's Secret
Luke and Smeg
Disclaimer: Read chapter 1.
Opening the hidden door, all three entered, and the two friends immediately dashed for the oddly unoccupied couch. The TV was currently off, indicting that the other turtles were out on a nightly patrol. Also Splinter's room was oddly closed up, which was strange as the aged rat preferred to keep a slight ear out for any trouble that his students would create.
Just as the silence was starting to become heavy, the other turtles suddenly burst through the door, looking like the hounds of hell were on their tails. Looking at each other oddly, Luke and Smeg remained silent and watched as the brothers got their breaths back.
"That is the LAST time we go to a liquor store!" Leo panted, as Don disappeared into his room with a backpack and returned again. "It's against Ninja honour to break and enter and take what homeless people are driven to."
Mike snorted. "Well, the 'Ninja Honour' seemed to have vanished when you ran down the hall screaming like a girl, dude."
"It was YELLOW!!" Leo shot back.
At that moment all three suddenly spotted the two extremely confused humans and they immediately dropped their argument and put on false smiles.
"Hi guys, what are you up to?" Mike waved, and sat next to Smeg, who high- fived him back. "Anything interesting going on in Australia?"
"Apart from the Wallabies losing to England on Saturday, nope, can't say that anything has." Smeg grimaced at the thought, she lost $20 dollars to her 10 year-old sister that night.
Noticing that Raph was missing, and thinking he was in another mood, the two decided to investigate. Going up to Raph's door, Luke had to do a double take on what was on the door. Signs like 'A good killer is a God send' and 'To slaughter or not to slaughter, that is the question and I am the answer' decorated the closed door.
Looking at Smeg nervously, Luke held his hand out, indicating that she should go first. "Ladies first." He grinned, and opened the door into the darkened bedroom.
"Prick." The smaller one muttered and stopped dead, making Luke bump into her. "Oh. My. God."
It wasn't that she'd tripped, it was what was on the walls. Trophies. Trophies of human corps, stuffed and hung on the walls. Most of the people on Raphael's bedroom walls were known to have been missing since the early 90's.
Raphael sat in a chair reading 'Silence of the Lambs' by Thomas Harris. Looking up, an unknown emotion passed his dark eyes as he grinned and placed his book down.
"Welcome," the turtle motioned around his room. "To my lair. These are my treasures, I collected them myself. Most were unwilling, but that made it more fun."
"Um . . . right," Luke replied, stunned, he leaned in closer to Smeg. "Let's get outta here."
All she could do was nod numbly, and all three (yes even Raph) went back to the couch. They sat there for a while, the turtles gave no explanation as to why Raph's room looked like a place that even Dracula would even fear to tread.
Luke lifted his hand, his pointer finger slightly crooked as he stuttered to speak the question he and Smeg wanted to know. "Um . . . may . . . um . . . I was." But his courage failed him
Smeg took over. "What my mute friend is trying to ask is: why does Raphael's room look like a morgue?"
Each of them looked at each other, until their gaze fell on Raph, who grinned at the attention.
"I hunt for sport."
A completely stunned silence followed.
"What does a person say to that?" Luke asked, closing Smeg's shocked mouth.
"Most people scream."
"Kay," Luke proceeded to scream his lungs out.
Quick as a flash, Don's hand appeared over his mouth, preventing any more disturbance from the long haired teenager. "Don't scream, you'll only provoke him."
He nodded in fear and continued to watch Raph play skilfully with his sharp, pointy sai's.
"Has . . . has he seen a psychiatrist at all?" Smeg asked, a little hesitant at asking such a personal question, based, as it was, on Raph's mental stability.
"Yeah, he's seen one," Leo replied easily. "We just haven't seen the psychiatrist for a while."
"Pardon?" Luke stuttered.
"Dr Manning went missing a couple of weeks ago," Mike announced as he put a jacket on, "no ones been able to find any trace of the dude except for a bloody mess. Oh and an unidentified three pronged object."
"The screamers are easy to hunt," was the red-bandanna clad turtles reply.
"Well," Mike said briskly, doing his last button "I'm off to get myself some take out, any takers?"
"Pizza, nothing but only cheese, meat-lovers for Smeg." Mike left, saying he'd be back in half an hour.
"I like you," Raph said and moved closer to Smeg whimpered and inched away.
"Please don't kill me."
************
Come on people, review!!!
It's not THAT BAD
Next: Don's Secret
Luke and Smeg
Disclaimer: Read chapter 1.