Hey,
First of all, the fan fiction people accidentally deleted this review when they were improving the site, and since I believe the reviews are adding a lot to the developing story I wanted to include it, so I just added it here at the beginning of this chapter:
The following review has been submitted to: The Saga of the Next Generation Chapter: 9
From: Ramica ()
LOL the part of Christopher setting traps to see Romera puff up. Then a sudden switch to the rat killed like their Uncle Don and Julian's empty room well you sure know how to do cliffhangers. Anxiously awaiting next chapter.
There.
Now, more notes.
For those wondering, I forgot to mention in the last chapter that the older children refer to all of the younger children as littleuns, as from Lord of The Flies, because there are so many to keep track of.
I am attempting to rotate the children that I tell the story from by their parents, ideally, Leonardo's kid, Michelangelo's kid, Donatello's kid, and Raphael's kid. I intend to maintain this order, however some turtles have more kids than others, and in particular Leo has only two, and regrettably (deep sigh) Katlins perspective will no longer be a part of the story. So now Christopher will be filling every forth chapter, although he's not really any more key than the others. It just worked out that way.
And, yes, there will, in a few chapters, be an in-depth tale of what happened to Mike, how he ended up the way he is, and events will happen that will be very inspiring (if I do it right). And more family relations will be revealed as the story develops, but now it's in the more fast-paced heart. I'm going to include a separate note before the next chapter to describe a little more of the family too.
Anyway, here lies Christopher's perspective, and I think you will all be intrigued by what an interesting son he is for Leonardo.
Christopher:
So, this is how its going to be. A rat assassinated in the same manner as my uncle before his two-year death anniversary, and now my cousin missing, the open window our only clue to where he had gone, and no clue as to whether it was willingly or not. I looked out the window, but there was no trace of him in the immediate vicinity.
Which leaves me and my girl cousin left to fight. My girl cousin who is ridiculously puffed up now, either that or the whole frightening situation makes me want to laugh, but I don't dare. As much joy as Romea's fur has given me in the past, I do wish she were a turtle right now. It seems silly to try and lead a fluffy ball into battle, and its just worse under her robe, with the fur sticking out. I don't understand how this because a natural technique for her people, it isn't scary at all. I've never seen her mother do it, and somehow Rowdie pulls it off looking purposeful, as if it was part of a fighting sequence, you know, round kick, high slice, fluff fur, high kick...
With what appears to be anguishing slowness, I turn my thoughts to my younger cousins. I don't want to think of how many there are and how, if Julian's gone with out us knowing, suppose this monster can get everyone else too...Now I really need to make sure they are all together and safe, I need to calm Romea down and I have got to get a hold of somebody that can help us.
Romea is already on her communicator, trying to call her parents, and when she doesn't get through she leaves another halfhearted message and hangs up, bursting into tears. I know she's close to Julian, God knows those two only have each other to care about. I embrace her and try to keep her quiet so as not to alarm the littleuns, assuming they are still in the house. Although we grew up together, sort of like brothers and sister, we've never been really close. The last time I comforted her like this was when our uncle died.
"We better check on the littleuns", I finally suggested, trying to take control. Her tears had subsided.
Before she could answer, our communicators both rang. They were programmed so that we could call as many of each other as we needed at the same time, a little like walkie-talkies but with more control, and of course picture ability. We both answered them.
"Chris, Romea, its me", Julian said, his voice and image bringing an immense amount of relief. He didn't look hurt at all, and obviously wasn't tied up. But then what the hell was he...
"Julian", Romea gasped, "What the hell are you doing? I was so scared-"
"I know. I'm sorry", he apologized sincerely but curtly, "I saw someone sneaking around, and I followed them. Its him."
"What?" We chimed together, the problem with three way communication.
"The guy that killed uncle Don. I'm sure of it. I tracked him back to this area and looked around and there's some freaky shit going on over here. I need you guys to get down here now and end this."
"We can't", I started to protest, and "We aren't ninja masters." Our parents will be back tomorrow-"
"Tomorrow he might be gone!" Julian hissed, "Your Dad had two years to get this guy and he failed. We can do it tonight. We have to."
All my years of striving to be a hero like my father blow up in my face.
"Where are you?" Romea asks. Its clear she's going to do it, so I'd better get my will together and join her.
"Just head south. After the woods break you'll see a big stone building. It looks abandoned but its not."
His eyes flashed darkly when he said that. He stressed the "not". I don't want to face it.
"What about the littleuns?" I say. It is a practical matter, after all someone besides the maids should look after them.
Julian rolls his eyes.
"If we get this guy they'll be a lot safer, won't they? Just wake up Tatiana and tell her to look after them all. And bring Donatello and William with you."
"What? Donatello and William aren't ready for this! They're not even at level-"
"Trust me, we'll need them", Julian cuts me off, "Besides, its their Dad. They should be here."
"Julian-", I start to protest.
"No, Chris, do as I say, and do it now. If you've ever had any faith in me as a ninja or a cousin, you'll be here."
Julian ended his call, so Romea and I hung up as well.
Her fur had calmed down considerably since finding out he was okay. Thank God, I wasn't looking forward to having Commodore FluffyPants in battle. Her eyes were better too, no longer tear filled, now they were...determined. Maybe that wasn't so much better.
"Let me change and grab my weapons", she suggested, "And you get Donatello and William and wake up Tatiana."
She left with out giving me a chance... What is it I want a chance to do?
Reluctantly, I steel myself to accomplish these tasks, the realization that I might die tonight creeping through my mind. And behind it, the realization that I am a coward. But, if I do die, at least my father won't know how scared I am. He'll think I died bravely in battle, with honor.
I approach Tatiana first. I quickly explain the situation to her, and suggest she keep trying to contact our parents and Master Sheno, and that she wake up the maids and gather everyone together to keep them safe. Under any other circumstances I would never give her this much responsibility, she's kind of a nervous person and she never seemed to like any of us much, except for Uncle Don, of course, who she liked a little too much in my opinion.
After leaving her in a frenzy of dressing herself and bundling the babies and waking the maids, I head to Donatello's room. He is already awake with William. The two of them were just sitting on the bed together, staring at the ceiling. I almost don't want to tell them anything about it, and at first the words won't physically come out. Sure, I can die bravely or cowardly in battle, but it's not fair to condemn them to the same fate. They're only fourteen.
"Chris, what's going on?" William asks after about thirty seconds of awkward silence.
"We know something's happening", Donatello added.
Neither of them meets my eyes, which actually makes it easier to talk.
"Julian's found the assassin. We're going after him. Tonight. Right now. Julian insisted you two come with."
They each raised their eyes at this, and sat up.
"Julian asked for us?" William clarified.
"Yes. Are you...ready?"
They glanced briefly at each other, and then get off the bed. Donatello retrieves his sharpened bo from the corner of his room; William tucks knives into his belt. He actually is really good with those things, I have confidence in that.
"Yes, we're ready", Donatello answers for both of them.
And so the four of us, battle ready, head south through the woods. I am leading, the tails of my black eye-mask blowing in the gentle breeze as if that's suppose to make me look cool. I almost want to take it off, but it helps give me something to hide behind. Julian wears a red mask like his father. Romea, Donatello, William don't wear masks at all. They don't believe in it. Donatello and William aren't ninjas, they're geeks who know how to fight. Romea's a musician who was compelled to go through training because she grew up in this family. This is ridiculous! It should never have come to be the five of us going up against this guy, it should my father, my mother, Uncle Raph, Aunt Nadia, and Uncle Mike. That's the five it was meant to be.
This is going to be a disaster.
To be continued...
First of all, the fan fiction people accidentally deleted this review when they were improving the site, and since I believe the reviews are adding a lot to the developing story I wanted to include it, so I just added it here at the beginning of this chapter:
The following review has been submitted to: The Saga of the Next Generation Chapter: 9
From: Ramica ()
LOL the part of Christopher setting traps to see Romera puff up. Then a sudden switch to the rat killed like their Uncle Don and Julian's empty room well you sure know how to do cliffhangers. Anxiously awaiting next chapter.
There.
Now, more notes.
For those wondering, I forgot to mention in the last chapter that the older children refer to all of the younger children as littleuns, as from Lord of The Flies, because there are so many to keep track of.
I am attempting to rotate the children that I tell the story from by their parents, ideally, Leonardo's kid, Michelangelo's kid, Donatello's kid, and Raphael's kid. I intend to maintain this order, however some turtles have more kids than others, and in particular Leo has only two, and regrettably (deep sigh) Katlins perspective will no longer be a part of the story. So now Christopher will be filling every forth chapter, although he's not really any more key than the others. It just worked out that way.
And, yes, there will, in a few chapters, be an in-depth tale of what happened to Mike, how he ended up the way he is, and events will happen that will be very inspiring (if I do it right). And more family relations will be revealed as the story develops, but now it's in the more fast-paced heart. I'm going to include a separate note before the next chapter to describe a little more of the family too.
Anyway, here lies Christopher's perspective, and I think you will all be intrigued by what an interesting son he is for Leonardo.
Christopher:
So, this is how its going to be. A rat assassinated in the same manner as my uncle before his two-year death anniversary, and now my cousin missing, the open window our only clue to where he had gone, and no clue as to whether it was willingly or not. I looked out the window, but there was no trace of him in the immediate vicinity.
Which leaves me and my girl cousin left to fight. My girl cousin who is ridiculously puffed up now, either that or the whole frightening situation makes me want to laugh, but I don't dare. As much joy as Romea's fur has given me in the past, I do wish she were a turtle right now. It seems silly to try and lead a fluffy ball into battle, and its just worse under her robe, with the fur sticking out. I don't understand how this because a natural technique for her people, it isn't scary at all. I've never seen her mother do it, and somehow Rowdie pulls it off looking purposeful, as if it was part of a fighting sequence, you know, round kick, high slice, fluff fur, high kick...
With what appears to be anguishing slowness, I turn my thoughts to my younger cousins. I don't want to think of how many there are and how, if Julian's gone with out us knowing, suppose this monster can get everyone else too...Now I really need to make sure they are all together and safe, I need to calm Romea down and I have got to get a hold of somebody that can help us.
Romea is already on her communicator, trying to call her parents, and when she doesn't get through she leaves another halfhearted message and hangs up, bursting into tears. I know she's close to Julian, God knows those two only have each other to care about. I embrace her and try to keep her quiet so as not to alarm the littleuns, assuming they are still in the house. Although we grew up together, sort of like brothers and sister, we've never been really close. The last time I comforted her like this was when our uncle died.
"We better check on the littleuns", I finally suggested, trying to take control. Her tears had subsided.
Before she could answer, our communicators both rang. They were programmed so that we could call as many of each other as we needed at the same time, a little like walkie-talkies but with more control, and of course picture ability. We both answered them.
"Chris, Romea, its me", Julian said, his voice and image bringing an immense amount of relief. He didn't look hurt at all, and obviously wasn't tied up. But then what the hell was he...
"Julian", Romea gasped, "What the hell are you doing? I was so scared-"
"I know. I'm sorry", he apologized sincerely but curtly, "I saw someone sneaking around, and I followed them. Its him."
"What?" We chimed together, the problem with three way communication.
"The guy that killed uncle Don. I'm sure of it. I tracked him back to this area and looked around and there's some freaky shit going on over here. I need you guys to get down here now and end this."
"We can't", I started to protest, and "We aren't ninja masters." Our parents will be back tomorrow-"
"Tomorrow he might be gone!" Julian hissed, "Your Dad had two years to get this guy and he failed. We can do it tonight. We have to."
All my years of striving to be a hero like my father blow up in my face.
"Where are you?" Romea asks. Its clear she's going to do it, so I'd better get my will together and join her.
"Just head south. After the woods break you'll see a big stone building. It looks abandoned but its not."
His eyes flashed darkly when he said that. He stressed the "not". I don't want to face it.
"What about the littleuns?" I say. It is a practical matter, after all someone besides the maids should look after them.
Julian rolls his eyes.
"If we get this guy they'll be a lot safer, won't they? Just wake up Tatiana and tell her to look after them all. And bring Donatello and William with you."
"What? Donatello and William aren't ready for this! They're not even at level-"
"Trust me, we'll need them", Julian cuts me off, "Besides, its their Dad. They should be here."
"Julian-", I start to protest.
"No, Chris, do as I say, and do it now. If you've ever had any faith in me as a ninja or a cousin, you'll be here."
Julian ended his call, so Romea and I hung up as well.
Her fur had calmed down considerably since finding out he was okay. Thank God, I wasn't looking forward to having Commodore FluffyPants in battle. Her eyes were better too, no longer tear filled, now they were...determined. Maybe that wasn't so much better.
"Let me change and grab my weapons", she suggested, "And you get Donatello and William and wake up Tatiana."
She left with out giving me a chance... What is it I want a chance to do?
Reluctantly, I steel myself to accomplish these tasks, the realization that I might die tonight creeping through my mind. And behind it, the realization that I am a coward. But, if I do die, at least my father won't know how scared I am. He'll think I died bravely in battle, with honor.
I approach Tatiana first. I quickly explain the situation to her, and suggest she keep trying to contact our parents and Master Sheno, and that she wake up the maids and gather everyone together to keep them safe. Under any other circumstances I would never give her this much responsibility, she's kind of a nervous person and she never seemed to like any of us much, except for Uncle Don, of course, who she liked a little too much in my opinion.
After leaving her in a frenzy of dressing herself and bundling the babies and waking the maids, I head to Donatello's room. He is already awake with William. The two of them were just sitting on the bed together, staring at the ceiling. I almost don't want to tell them anything about it, and at first the words won't physically come out. Sure, I can die bravely or cowardly in battle, but it's not fair to condemn them to the same fate. They're only fourteen.
"Chris, what's going on?" William asks after about thirty seconds of awkward silence.
"We know something's happening", Donatello added.
Neither of them meets my eyes, which actually makes it easier to talk.
"Julian's found the assassin. We're going after him. Tonight. Right now. Julian insisted you two come with."
They each raised their eyes at this, and sat up.
"Julian asked for us?" William clarified.
"Yes. Are you...ready?"
They glanced briefly at each other, and then get off the bed. Donatello retrieves his sharpened bo from the corner of his room; William tucks knives into his belt. He actually is really good with those things, I have confidence in that.
"Yes, we're ready", Donatello answers for both of them.
And so the four of us, battle ready, head south through the woods. I am leading, the tails of my black eye-mask blowing in the gentle breeze as if that's suppose to make me look cool. I almost want to take it off, but it helps give me something to hide behind. Julian wears a red mask like his father. Romea, Donatello, William don't wear masks at all. They don't believe in it. Donatello and William aren't ninjas, they're geeks who know how to fight. Romea's a musician who was compelled to go through training because she grew up in this family. This is ridiculous! It should never have come to be the five of us going up against this guy, it should my father, my mother, Uncle Raph, Aunt Nadia, and Uncle Mike. That's the five it was meant to be.
This is going to be a disaster.
To be continued...