Saga of the Next Generation - Christopher
By: Red Turtle
These reviews, man, these are fantastic! Everything I ever wanted in reviews. And did you all see Caboose reviewed too, a very positive and serious one. Read it if you haven't yet, it's a whole nother side of him most of you probably didn't realize (for those who don't know, he's famous for horrible yet splendidly well written TMNT death stories). I'm very proud to have generated so much criticism. I am also slightly embarrassed about the whole "closure" versus "closer" thing. Stupid English language.
Anyway, here we have Christopher again. Yes, they did indeed survive. I'm going to see if I can lay this out right, beautifully and mysteriously, so I don't want to give away too much of what's happening here ahead of time. For the chapter with Donatello I will explain everything so there's no more confusion. But for now we remain shrouded in mystery, much to LenniluvsBrians' chagrin.
As for Mike, I decided to just do him where I would do one of his kids instead, so he will be next. And, for those anxiously awaiting, he will be long, answer many questions and hopefully fulfill many desires for a story about him. In fact, I think I might make it a story all unto itself, separate from here but obviously part of the saga. Well, you all will see.
One more note, for those who utterly despise Emenen, I quote heavily from a song here. I am not a huge fan, but there were all kinds of thoughts this song brought up, including the meaning that it's playing has in the story. Rest assured I am going some where with this; I am not about randomly promoting Ememin. Also, as further proof to that, I don't have the lyrics memorized and I don't have a CD or time to research it, so if I miss a word try not to jump all over me. I believe I have it correct but thought I would put out a disclaimer anyway.
Christopher:
Sweet nothingness of death. How I have waited for this. No more worries, no more stress, no responsibilities, just this weightless sensation, as if I'm falling. I shut my eyes as I jumped into the ray of oblivion that had taken my twin cousins because I was afraid of what death would look like. This is actually quite pleasant, I see nothing, I feel nothing.
THUMP!
Okay. . .that was something. . .
I seem to have landed hard. If I am thinking, and feeling, I'm probably not dead after all.
Goddamn it.
I suppose I'll have to open my eyes and rejoin the world. I'll have to take responsibility for whatever's going on here. And I'll have to make up some passable reason for jumping into a ray of death.
With a sigh, I open my eyes and learn that the something I landed on is my cousin William. He's waiting patiently for me to get off of him, which I do. I even help him up, looking around as I do so. This is definitely not the room we were in before, now we're outside somewhere. We're in a narrow garbage ridden alley, bordered by apartment buildings. Donatello, very much alive, stands at the street entrance to this alley, half hidden by the wall, watching intently the going ons in the street.
"Where are-", I start to inquire, and am immediately cut off with a harsh "Shhhh!" from the twins.
They don't usually act in unison, that's an indication not to mess with them. So I bide my time until they see fit to tell me what's going on. Donatello keeps his watch on the street, ducking back every so often and then cautiously reemerging. I wonder what it is he's hiding from, I doubt that our enemies traveled with us. William is observing the sky, and then turns his attention to the garbage, shifting through it as it he's looking for something. He stares at an old newspaper for a long time. Meanwhile, I check my swords for damage and, finding that they survived our little trip, I tuck them into the scabbard on my shell. I adjust my eye mask, it has a tendency to work its way into covering my eyes if its not tied just right. Still the twins are involved in their observations and don't seem ready to talk, so I lean against the alley wall and look around, trying to figure out for my self where we are.
I hear some music playing from a window above us. It's a familiar song to me, something I've heard a lot but can't quite place. It's a minute before I remember it's a song Chicken and Pie are really into, I recognize the guys voice. He's really obnoxious, and the songs really obnoxious, and those two blast it every chance they get. It's not even a top hit or anything, this song is like fifty years old, yet they are really into it, and a lot of the music from that time. I can't see why people used to listen to this stuff, its all a bunch of swear words and stuff about killing and money and sex, and certainly not stuff ten year olds need to be listening to. When Dad was visiting he heard them playing it and gave them the lecture of a life time, but as soon as he left they were back at it again, and I go in there and turn it off whenever I hear it but I'm not there all the time. So I know this song well. It is burned into my memory.
Yet.there's something weird about it playing above me. Something off.
Chickens they come, they go.
Wait. . . chickens? That's not the same song. One of the reasons I hate that song so much is that its phrase is "Bitches they come they go". Every other word is Bitch. I hate that word, I'm not opposed to swearing in general but Bitch is so degrading, I hardly ever use it. So this isn't the same song. . . but. . .
First of all you don't know Marshall
That's in the song. And the voice.that is definitely that guys voice. That voice grates on my every nerve. I know that voice. And the lyrics. . .sit your drunk ass on the runway, ohhh. . .that stuff about girls always lying, that's all in there. But why the hell is the song got Chickens instead of Bitches?
This doesn't make any sense!
My name is Superman.I'm here to rescue you.
Defiantly the same song, but with 'chicken' instead of 'bitch'. I actually prefer this, I could almost understand it.its almost poetic now. It's just about relationships being hard, people thinking they love each other when they don't. I wouldn't mind if Chicken and Pie blasted this, maybe Chicken would get a kick out of it.
I think I love you baby.
Something in the sky catches my attention. It's a moving light.a very tiny and hard to see moving light. It's night here, wherever we are, but the stars are hard to see still because there is a glow from the light of all the other building around us. I've rarely been in a city, so I guess all this light is commonplace. I thought the moving light was a star, it looks like a star, but they don't move. How strange.
It also smells strange. Actually the air itself seems a little weak. I'm not in danger of chocking, but its noticeable.
I think I love you too.
William stands up while still reading his newspaper. He's reading the inside pages, so I look at the page facing me.
"Bush Again Accuses Iran and Syria of Harboring Terrorists"
The paper is titled The New York Times.
Wow, again? I thought we went to war over that shit ten times already, how could anything be left? In fact I thought Syria had changed its name to something else now. I don't even know who Bush is, the Secretary of War I suppose. I don't keep up on things like that, what with concentrating on avenging my uncle and all. Which I would think would be on Williams' mind more than this article.
The picture is in color, but not the sharp glossy technique that most papers have. I don't read the New York Times though, so maybe it just uses an old style of printing. Its kind of a strange format for a newspaper too, very big when it open up. Some companies are like that, linking people to tradition and all.
I know I love you baby.
By now Donatello has crept cautiously back to where William and I are standing. Donatello has a strange look on his face. He stares in wonderment all around us, and glances at the paper William is reading.
"We're in big trouble", he tells me.
Chick you make me hurl!
These reviews, man, these are fantastic! Everything I ever wanted in reviews. And did you all see Caboose reviewed too, a very positive and serious one. Read it if you haven't yet, it's a whole nother side of him most of you probably didn't realize (for those who don't know, he's famous for horrible yet splendidly well written TMNT death stories). I'm very proud to have generated so much criticism. I am also slightly embarrassed about the whole "closure" versus "closer" thing. Stupid English language.
Anyway, here we have Christopher again. Yes, they did indeed survive. I'm going to see if I can lay this out right, beautifully and mysteriously, so I don't want to give away too much of what's happening here ahead of time. For the chapter with Donatello I will explain everything so there's no more confusion. But for now we remain shrouded in mystery, much to LenniluvsBrians' chagrin.
As for Mike, I decided to just do him where I would do one of his kids instead, so he will be next. And, for those anxiously awaiting, he will be long, answer many questions and hopefully fulfill many desires for a story about him. In fact, I think I might make it a story all unto itself, separate from here but obviously part of the saga. Well, you all will see.
One more note, for those who utterly despise Emenen, I quote heavily from a song here. I am not a huge fan, but there were all kinds of thoughts this song brought up, including the meaning that it's playing has in the story. Rest assured I am going some where with this; I am not about randomly promoting Ememin. Also, as further proof to that, I don't have the lyrics memorized and I don't have a CD or time to research it, so if I miss a word try not to jump all over me. I believe I have it correct but thought I would put out a disclaimer anyway.
Christopher:
Sweet nothingness of death. How I have waited for this. No more worries, no more stress, no responsibilities, just this weightless sensation, as if I'm falling. I shut my eyes as I jumped into the ray of oblivion that had taken my twin cousins because I was afraid of what death would look like. This is actually quite pleasant, I see nothing, I feel nothing.
THUMP!
Okay. . .that was something. . .
I seem to have landed hard. If I am thinking, and feeling, I'm probably not dead after all.
Goddamn it.
I suppose I'll have to open my eyes and rejoin the world. I'll have to take responsibility for whatever's going on here. And I'll have to make up some passable reason for jumping into a ray of death.
With a sigh, I open my eyes and learn that the something I landed on is my cousin William. He's waiting patiently for me to get off of him, which I do. I even help him up, looking around as I do so. This is definitely not the room we were in before, now we're outside somewhere. We're in a narrow garbage ridden alley, bordered by apartment buildings. Donatello, very much alive, stands at the street entrance to this alley, half hidden by the wall, watching intently the going ons in the street.
"Where are-", I start to inquire, and am immediately cut off with a harsh "Shhhh!" from the twins.
They don't usually act in unison, that's an indication not to mess with them. So I bide my time until they see fit to tell me what's going on. Donatello keeps his watch on the street, ducking back every so often and then cautiously reemerging. I wonder what it is he's hiding from, I doubt that our enemies traveled with us. William is observing the sky, and then turns his attention to the garbage, shifting through it as it he's looking for something. He stares at an old newspaper for a long time. Meanwhile, I check my swords for damage and, finding that they survived our little trip, I tuck them into the scabbard on my shell. I adjust my eye mask, it has a tendency to work its way into covering my eyes if its not tied just right. Still the twins are involved in their observations and don't seem ready to talk, so I lean against the alley wall and look around, trying to figure out for my self where we are.
I hear some music playing from a window above us. It's a familiar song to me, something I've heard a lot but can't quite place. It's a minute before I remember it's a song Chicken and Pie are really into, I recognize the guys voice. He's really obnoxious, and the songs really obnoxious, and those two blast it every chance they get. It's not even a top hit or anything, this song is like fifty years old, yet they are really into it, and a lot of the music from that time. I can't see why people used to listen to this stuff, its all a bunch of swear words and stuff about killing and money and sex, and certainly not stuff ten year olds need to be listening to. When Dad was visiting he heard them playing it and gave them the lecture of a life time, but as soon as he left they were back at it again, and I go in there and turn it off whenever I hear it but I'm not there all the time. So I know this song well. It is burned into my memory.
Yet.there's something weird about it playing above me. Something off.
Chickens they come, they go.
Wait. . . chickens? That's not the same song. One of the reasons I hate that song so much is that its phrase is "Bitches they come they go". Every other word is Bitch. I hate that word, I'm not opposed to swearing in general but Bitch is so degrading, I hardly ever use it. So this isn't the same song. . . but. . .
First of all you don't know Marshall
That's in the song. And the voice.that is definitely that guys voice. That voice grates on my every nerve. I know that voice. And the lyrics. . .sit your drunk ass on the runway, ohhh. . .that stuff about girls always lying, that's all in there. But why the hell is the song got Chickens instead of Bitches?
This doesn't make any sense!
My name is Superman.I'm here to rescue you.
Defiantly the same song, but with 'chicken' instead of 'bitch'. I actually prefer this, I could almost understand it.its almost poetic now. It's just about relationships being hard, people thinking they love each other when they don't. I wouldn't mind if Chicken and Pie blasted this, maybe Chicken would get a kick out of it.
I think I love you baby.
Something in the sky catches my attention. It's a moving light.a very tiny and hard to see moving light. It's night here, wherever we are, but the stars are hard to see still because there is a glow from the light of all the other building around us. I've rarely been in a city, so I guess all this light is commonplace. I thought the moving light was a star, it looks like a star, but they don't move. How strange.
It also smells strange. Actually the air itself seems a little weak. I'm not in danger of chocking, but its noticeable.
I think I love you too.
William stands up while still reading his newspaper. He's reading the inside pages, so I look at the page facing me.
"Bush Again Accuses Iran and Syria of Harboring Terrorists"
The paper is titled The New York Times.
Wow, again? I thought we went to war over that shit ten times already, how could anything be left? In fact I thought Syria had changed its name to something else now. I don't even know who Bush is, the Secretary of War I suppose. I don't keep up on things like that, what with concentrating on avenging my uncle and all. Which I would think would be on Williams' mind more than this article.
The picture is in color, but not the sharp glossy technique that most papers have. I don't read the New York Times though, so maybe it just uses an old style of printing. Its kind of a strange format for a newspaper too, very big when it open up. Some companies are like that, linking people to tradition and all.
I know I love you baby.
By now Donatello has crept cautiously back to where William and I are standing. Donatello has a strange look on his face. He stares in wonderment all around us, and glances at the paper William is reading.
"We're in big trouble", he tells me.
Chick you make me hurl!