Julian - Saga of the next generation
By: Red Turtle
Hey,
This was much better. I also appreciate the more critical reviews. I suppose I could have done better with Judaism, but you know part of the story is everyone changing and developing, and he led a very sheltered, spoiled life until recently, so hopefully he will become a character people respect. I kind of based it off of real families that are separated like that, I've always found that interesting.
Chris is actually now one of my favorites to write, because his hopelessness is so funny, and as I said I think he's an interesting son for Leonardo, although I guess he could reflect badly on him. But your kids don't always turn out the way you raise them to.
As for the other review, about there being too many characters, well, don't worry, things are about to get hella simpler in that regard (although still complicated and intricate plot). For those of you who react strongly to character death, I suggest you take the time now to prepare yourselves for this.
BTW, Julian swears a lot.
Julian:
There is a very old expression for this adventure: What a mother-fucking escapade!
Maybe I should have just tried a simple old-fashioned one-man assassination, just waited in the ducts until the lion guy was alone; them ambushed him and did him in with one swipe of the sword. But no, I had to go get my cousins and sister, thinking we would be an unstoppable team. What a fucking joke we are, these guys got us where they want us, and we're helpless.
Well, not totally helpless. Romea and I are a challenge; together we are knocking quite a few off. I'm impressed; we've never been in a real life- or-death fight before. All the other ninjas have used so far on us are knives and bos, pretty low tech operations except for the giant fancy computer over there. Even though we seem to be winning, we are still overwhelmed, and we can't get any closure to Donatello, William, or Chris. I can't even really see what's going on over these guys crowding us.
"What's he doing with Donatello?! Shit, Julian! He's got Donatello!" Romea yells, stepping up her fighting. I step up with her, but we can't keep up a pace like this for long.
In fact, I'm not even sure I'm still fighting when I see my younger cousin thrown into a bright pink light and disappear.
"Where is he?! Where the fuck is he?!", Romea shouts to me.
I don't answer. What's the point? I don't know what happened to him. It didn't look good though, and it looked ten times worse when William goes jumping through a minute later. Wow, for all the comments and jokes people make about me and Romea, I have to say I would not follow her into something like that.
But I could understand William's mind, sort of. Maybe I wouldn't follow her to death or whatever, but it would drive me crazy to see her hurt.
What I don't understand is seeing Chris, after a heart-rending cry, run up and jump in the same light, and disappear as well.
What the fuck, Chris?
Boy, some leader he turned out to be. For the past two years he's always preaching to us to behave, attend out lessons, respect Master Sheno, be nice to our siblings, all because we are suppose to become better ninjas that way, and the point of being ninjas is so we can avenge our uncle, but here the opportunity comes and he was totally wussing out. Call the cops my ass. Now he just up and disintegrates himself on us.
Now its down to me and Romea. I suppose a little err on the side of caution would have been helpful right about now.
I suddenly realize the ninjas aren't fighting us anymore, but they still stand between the lion guy and us. I wonder if he's the same lion that circulated all those fucked up pamphlets about our uncle years ago. They were all over people's cars and the school, I remember, and very anti- mutant-turtle orientated, particularly anti-uncle-Don orientated. Uncle Don was alive back then, and he stayed home with his wife and usually at least one of my parents or Christopher's would be home as well, so we had lots of concerned grown-ups to go to about it. Not like now, where we could really, really fucking use some adults. Great going, guys, leave us to go find the killer and he's right in our back yard.
"Do you wish to follow their fate, or do you wish to die?", the Lion demands of us.
Romea and I are not telepathic, but I'm sure she is thinking the same thing I am, which is, we wish to get the fuck out of here.
We can't climb back up the air ducts, its too high. Hmmn..how the fuck do we get out of here alive?
An explosion rocks me into he wall, then another one throw me to the floor, along with most of the other ninja. Explosion isn't quite the right word for it, though, because it isn't very loud, just forceful. Some of the wall behind me collapses.
My sister is at my side, yanking me up and pulling me after her as she makes a mad dash down a hallway, tossing some more concussion grenades into the room for good measure. (BTW: concussion grenades in the future are very tiny and portable, although quite expensive.)
Okay, I guess we aren't as in tune with each other as I thought, since that was as much a surprise for me as it was for the enemy. It was so much a surprise for me I think I sprained my foot or something, but I'm going to run on it all the same.
We spend a frightening period running around in the hall, through rooms looking for some indication of the outside. It doesn't help that the lights are off in all the rooms past the hallway. I don't know if the grenades damaged the power, if it's a deliberate attempt to stop our escape or they just save on energy bills.
The guy I had followed must have used a door or something, where the fuck is it? We don't have much time.
Romea takes her two remaining grenades and tosses them at walls, breaking them apart and finally we see a section of less darkness, the outside.
We run out and start heading back home. I get on my communicator and program it to call all of our siblings and cousins, to alert them to the situation. Fuck it, we might as well bring the cops in, because we're not going to solve this the ninja way at this point.
But nobody answers the call.
Romea and I both stop, so she can concentrate on using hers while I keep watch.
She lets it ring and ring.
I can't believe that, out of eight children, and Tatiana, and our parents, no one is picking up our call.
We put our communicators away and decide to all and out book it back to our house. It doesn't seem like the ninja are following us, but if they are than the house is the safest and easiest to defend right now, and then we can call who ever we want from there.
It didn't seem that far away when I was following that guy earlier, it seemed like it was literally in our back yard. But trying to go back, I totally get those movies where they show the heroes running in slow motion, trying to save the world in time. Shit.
Finally it comes into view. It's all dark, so it's hard to see against the sky. Am I just freaked out, or does it look different somehow? Well, I know in a bit anyway, because were almost there.
And then I get the fucking scare of my fucking life!
Two shadows emerge from the roof of the house and fly towards us. I can't tell what the hell they are, they're big and winged.
"Cousins, Cousins!", one of them cries, as they land before us.
What the fuck.wait a minute.are these those Bird-things of uncle Mikes? What the hell are they doing over here, I thought they were in Nepal or some shit.
"Cousins?", Romea asks hesitantly.
"Yes, we are, we are decedents of Michelangelo", one explains. I think she's a girl, she sounds like a girl. She doesn't have breasts or anything though, so it's kind of hard to tell really. Her body is covered in feathers, her fingers end in talons, and her eyes are exactly that of a bird, small and totally black, and with that intense look birds always seem to have. But she has a shell, and green skin under the feathers, evidence of our uncle Mike. She and the other one stand close to each other, I notice as the discussion proceeds that they are both trembling.
"We are Raphael's son and daughter", Romea says, "I'm Romea, this is Julian.
"Oh, after the Shakespeare play. How clever", the girl comments, "I am Catholicism, and this is Judaism."
We nod in acquaintance. Part of me nags at my head about needing to get back to the house, the other part says no, you better just stay here.
"Forgive our rush", Romea says, "But this is not a good time for a visit. We must return to our family-"
"No, cousins, we have been to that house already. You can't return there", Catholicism (I'm just going to call her Cathy) tells us.
"We have to. Our family is in danger", Romea insists, and I see she's sizing them up in case we have to fight.
"They were in danger, but.not now-", Cathy starts to say, but doesn't finish. She clamps her beak down, I realize she's crying.
"Well, where are they then?", Romea asks.
"They're dead, cousins", Judaism finishes.
. . . .
Dead what not my family I mean besides Uncle Don they couldn't kill them all they must have missed one or two at least I'll go over and rescue them now
I dash off towards the house, and this time the house seems to be coming a lot up a lot faster, not like before when everything was so slow.
"No, Julian, you don't want to see this", Judaism shouts after me.
I run so that they won't catch me. I don't know if Romea came after me too, I can't even think about her. I run to the steps and throw open the door, not expecting it to already be open so that I almost stumble down.
You know something? He was fucking right. I didn't want to see this. I wish to God I had not seen this. Some rational part of me closes my eyes and tries to erase the images, but its too late, because already other parts of my mind are at work identifying what I saw and telling me that the small flashes of orange among the bodies would be that of my own little brother.
It says maybe I should go over and make sure, you know, that he's not maybe still alive.but fuck it I am not doing that.
Another section of my mind comes into play. It patiently explains to me that it was too easy to follow that one ninja. This was a set up. They lured us older ones all away from the home, then when we were fucking around over there they came in and slaughtered the defenseless littleuns. Sure JB was there, he could have put up some kind of fight but.
"Julian, come back, please", Romea asks from behind me.
I back out of the house, eyes closed until I am off the steps. When I open them I am still looking down. I've gotten blood on my feet, not a lot, but all the more contrasting because of how red it is there, how green I am, and how its suppose to be still inside my family members, not here on my fucking foot.
"Were so sorry", Judaism says.
He and his sister are standing apart from us.
"We came too late. We would have stopped them if we had arrived in time", Catholicism offers.
"They attacked our family as well. Our mother, our brother, they are murdered.", Judaism explains further. I'm not even really listening.
Romea and I don't answer. We hug each other. We're all that's left! Thirteen children and were all that's left! At least I still have her. Fuck me for thinking such an aberrant thought, but damn it she is my favorite, and I am glad I still have her.
And now we really need to find our parents, even uncle Mike.
Hey,
This was much better. I also appreciate the more critical reviews. I suppose I could have done better with Judaism, but you know part of the story is everyone changing and developing, and he led a very sheltered, spoiled life until recently, so hopefully he will become a character people respect. I kind of based it off of real families that are separated like that, I've always found that interesting.
Chris is actually now one of my favorites to write, because his hopelessness is so funny, and as I said I think he's an interesting son for Leonardo, although I guess he could reflect badly on him. But your kids don't always turn out the way you raise them to.
As for the other review, about there being too many characters, well, don't worry, things are about to get hella simpler in that regard (although still complicated and intricate plot). For those of you who react strongly to character death, I suggest you take the time now to prepare yourselves for this.
BTW, Julian swears a lot.
Julian:
There is a very old expression for this adventure: What a mother-fucking escapade!
Maybe I should have just tried a simple old-fashioned one-man assassination, just waited in the ducts until the lion guy was alone; them ambushed him and did him in with one swipe of the sword. But no, I had to go get my cousins and sister, thinking we would be an unstoppable team. What a fucking joke we are, these guys got us where they want us, and we're helpless.
Well, not totally helpless. Romea and I are a challenge; together we are knocking quite a few off. I'm impressed; we've never been in a real life- or-death fight before. All the other ninjas have used so far on us are knives and bos, pretty low tech operations except for the giant fancy computer over there. Even though we seem to be winning, we are still overwhelmed, and we can't get any closure to Donatello, William, or Chris. I can't even really see what's going on over these guys crowding us.
"What's he doing with Donatello?! Shit, Julian! He's got Donatello!" Romea yells, stepping up her fighting. I step up with her, but we can't keep up a pace like this for long.
In fact, I'm not even sure I'm still fighting when I see my younger cousin thrown into a bright pink light and disappear.
"Where is he?! Where the fuck is he?!", Romea shouts to me.
I don't answer. What's the point? I don't know what happened to him. It didn't look good though, and it looked ten times worse when William goes jumping through a minute later. Wow, for all the comments and jokes people make about me and Romea, I have to say I would not follow her into something like that.
But I could understand William's mind, sort of. Maybe I wouldn't follow her to death or whatever, but it would drive me crazy to see her hurt.
What I don't understand is seeing Chris, after a heart-rending cry, run up and jump in the same light, and disappear as well.
What the fuck, Chris?
Boy, some leader he turned out to be. For the past two years he's always preaching to us to behave, attend out lessons, respect Master Sheno, be nice to our siblings, all because we are suppose to become better ninjas that way, and the point of being ninjas is so we can avenge our uncle, but here the opportunity comes and he was totally wussing out. Call the cops my ass. Now he just up and disintegrates himself on us.
Now its down to me and Romea. I suppose a little err on the side of caution would have been helpful right about now.
I suddenly realize the ninjas aren't fighting us anymore, but they still stand between the lion guy and us. I wonder if he's the same lion that circulated all those fucked up pamphlets about our uncle years ago. They were all over people's cars and the school, I remember, and very anti- mutant-turtle orientated, particularly anti-uncle-Don orientated. Uncle Don was alive back then, and he stayed home with his wife and usually at least one of my parents or Christopher's would be home as well, so we had lots of concerned grown-ups to go to about it. Not like now, where we could really, really fucking use some adults. Great going, guys, leave us to go find the killer and he's right in our back yard.
"Do you wish to follow their fate, or do you wish to die?", the Lion demands of us.
Romea and I are not telepathic, but I'm sure she is thinking the same thing I am, which is, we wish to get the fuck out of here.
We can't climb back up the air ducts, its too high. Hmmn..how the fuck do we get out of here alive?
An explosion rocks me into he wall, then another one throw me to the floor, along with most of the other ninja. Explosion isn't quite the right word for it, though, because it isn't very loud, just forceful. Some of the wall behind me collapses.
My sister is at my side, yanking me up and pulling me after her as she makes a mad dash down a hallway, tossing some more concussion grenades into the room for good measure. (BTW: concussion grenades in the future are very tiny and portable, although quite expensive.)
Okay, I guess we aren't as in tune with each other as I thought, since that was as much a surprise for me as it was for the enemy. It was so much a surprise for me I think I sprained my foot or something, but I'm going to run on it all the same.
We spend a frightening period running around in the hall, through rooms looking for some indication of the outside. It doesn't help that the lights are off in all the rooms past the hallway. I don't know if the grenades damaged the power, if it's a deliberate attempt to stop our escape or they just save on energy bills.
The guy I had followed must have used a door or something, where the fuck is it? We don't have much time.
Romea takes her two remaining grenades and tosses them at walls, breaking them apart and finally we see a section of less darkness, the outside.
We run out and start heading back home. I get on my communicator and program it to call all of our siblings and cousins, to alert them to the situation. Fuck it, we might as well bring the cops in, because we're not going to solve this the ninja way at this point.
But nobody answers the call.
Romea and I both stop, so she can concentrate on using hers while I keep watch.
She lets it ring and ring.
I can't believe that, out of eight children, and Tatiana, and our parents, no one is picking up our call.
We put our communicators away and decide to all and out book it back to our house. It doesn't seem like the ninja are following us, but if they are than the house is the safest and easiest to defend right now, and then we can call who ever we want from there.
It didn't seem that far away when I was following that guy earlier, it seemed like it was literally in our back yard. But trying to go back, I totally get those movies where they show the heroes running in slow motion, trying to save the world in time. Shit.
Finally it comes into view. It's all dark, so it's hard to see against the sky. Am I just freaked out, or does it look different somehow? Well, I know in a bit anyway, because were almost there.
And then I get the fucking scare of my fucking life!
Two shadows emerge from the roof of the house and fly towards us. I can't tell what the hell they are, they're big and winged.
"Cousins, Cousins!", one of them cries, as they land before us.
What the fuck.wait a minute.are these those Bird-things of uncle Mikes? What the hell are they doing over here, I thought they were in Nepal or some shit.
"Cousins?", Romea asks hesitantly.
"Yes, we are, we are decedents of Michelangelo", one explains. I think she's a girl, she sounds like a girl. She doesn't have breasts or anything though, so it's kind of hard to tell really. Her body is covered in feathers, her fingers end in talons, and her eyes are exactly that of a bird, small and totally black, and with that intense look birds always seem to have. But she has a shell, and green skin under the feathers, evidence of our uncle Mike. She and the other one stand close to each other, I notice as the discussion proceeds that they are both trembling.
"We are Raphael's son and daughter", Romea says, "I'm Romea, this is Julian.
"Oh, after the Shakespeare play. How clever", the girl comments, "I am Catholicism, and this is Judaism."
We nod in acquaintance. Part of me nags at my head about needing to get back to the house, the other part says no, you better just stay here.
"Forgive our rush", Romea says, "But this is not a good time for a visit. We must return to our family-"
"No, cousins, we have been to that house already. You can't return there", Catholicism (I'm just going to call her Cathy) tells us.
"We have to. Our family is in danger", Romea insists, and I see she's sizing them up in case we have to fight.
"They were in danger, but.not now-", Cathy starts to say, but doesn't finish. She clamps her beak down, I realize she's crying.
"Well, where are they then?", Romea asks.
"They're dead, cousins", Judaism finishes.
. . . .
Dead what not my family I mean besides Uncle Don they couldn't kill them all they must have missed one or two at least I'll go over and rescue them now
I dash off towards the house, and this time the house seems to be coming a lot up a lot faster, not like before when everything was so slow.
"No, Julian, you don't want to see this", Judaism shouts after me.
I run so that they won't catch me. I don't know if Romea came after me too, I can't even think about her. I run to the steps and throw open the door, not expecting it to already be open so that I almost stumble down.
You know something? He was fucking right. I didn't want to see this. I wish to God I had not seen this. Some rational part of me closes my eyes and tries to erase the images, but its too late, because already other parts of my mind are at work identifying what I saw and telling me that the small flashes of orange among the bodies would be that of my own little brother.
It says maybe I should go over and make sure, you know, that he's not maybe still alive.but fuck it I am not doing that.
Another section of my mind comes into play. It patiently explains to me that it was too easy to follow that one ninja. This was a set up. They lured us older ones all away from the home, then when we were fucking around over there they came in and slaughtered the defenseless littleuns. Sure JB was there, he could have put up some kind of fight but.
"Julian, come back, please", Romea asks from behind me.
I back out of the house, eyes closed until I am off the steps. When I open them I am still looking down. I've gotten blood on my feet, not a lot, but all the more contrasting because of how red it is there, how green I am, and how its suppose to be still inside my family members, not here on my fucking foot.
"Were so sorry", Judaism says.
He and his sister are standing apart from us.
"We came too late. We would have stopped them if we had arrived in time", Catholicism offers.
"They attacked our family as well. Our mother, our brother, they are murdered.", Judaism explains further. I'm not even really listening.
Romea and I don't answer. We hug each other. We're all that's left! Thirteen children and were all that's left! At least I still have her. Fuck me for thinking such an aberrant thought, but damn it she is my favorite, and I am glad I still have her.
And now we really need to find our parents, even uncle Mike.