Julian II Continued - Saga of The Next Generation
By: Red Turtle
A/N: Please forgive the delay in this chapter. I was having writers block because, ideally, this chapter should be by Christopher, it's his turn, but, after much thought, I realized that, really, Julian has to tell this part. I didn't want to repost the last section, so I am just adding here. Please be amazed.
Julian II continued:
The Tiger creatures in the room disappear quite suddenly, replaced with just a blue sky. I didn't even feel it, the teleportation or whatever, although there's a lingering sensation of falling. It's only after a harsh landing that I realize I actually was falling.
I hesitantly move my arms and legs and look myself over, making sure I am intact, and not fused with anything. I feel so slow, but its shaking off, and otherwise I seem fine. Then I spread my concern to my sister. I find Romea lying next to me. She's unconscious, initially terrifying me with the amount of blood all over her, until I remember that its' not hers, its from the tiger she bit. Good for her! She's breathing and everything, but has a slight bump near her eyebrow. Maybe she just hit her head when she landed.
"One of those tigers hit her", Judaism tells me from behind. I hadn't even started to think of making sure my cousins were okay, I'm still not used to thinking of them as my family.
"Those fucking tigers! I'm going to fucking kill them!" I vow, yelling into the pleasant blue sky, "and that fucking Lion! That fucking Lion's going to get it!"
"We might have to wait until we heal a little", Judaism remarks.
Its only then that I turn around to see them. Cathy is marked by streaks of blood, and unlike my sister hers is coming from a series of cuts, claw swipes across her chest. And now I see Judaism's left wing is shredded. Geez, I got off easy.
"Any idea where we are?" Cathy inquires as she tends to her injuries with loose cloth.
"No", I answer, "But maybe Chris and the twins are here too. We'll look for them as soon as we get patched up. Then we'll make a plan for revenge – a better one."
Romea groans and begins to stir. I sit by my sister hoping both to do something helpful for her and think of clues to our new location. At least we ended up together.
"This fell out of your sisters pocket as we were fighting. Is it used to communicate with your family?" Catholicism asks, showing one of our cell phones being held in her claw.
"Yes, it's a phone-", I start to explain, remembering I had mine tucked in my sash. That would make some fucking sense, to call them instead of running around-
Just then it rings, and mine too.
Cathy answers it first, since it she was holding it already. There's a slight awkward moment, as she looks at whoever called us. My heart leaps at the idea that maybe, just maybe, one of our other relatives did survive the massacre and has called us, that would be just so, so...awesome.
"Hello. Are you cousins?" Cathy inquires formally.
"Who... ... ...are you Michelangelo's kids?" I hear Donatello or William on the other line (I feel stupid but, even after fourteen years, I can't tell their voices apart. I have to see them to know which is speaking). I'm actually disappointed; since I assumed they were alive already I was really hoping to hear from someone else. But I sense Romea sit up alert beside me. Apparently she is not disappointed.
"Yes, we are. Hello cousins. I am Catholicism. I am with Julian and Romea, and my brother Judaism. We do not know our location, however."
"Donatello? Is that you?" Romea inquires, and grabs the communicator from Cathy, "Donatello, thank god! I am so glad you survived! And William and Christopher, as well? Did they?"
"Yes, we're all here", Christopher responds, opening his own communicator.
I finally get mine out and join in, and Judaism crowds with Romea and Catholicism, but doesn't seem as eager to say anything. Actually, giving him a second glance, he's probably in a lot of pain from his wing, and he looks pale. We should take care of him after this phone call.
"Oh, Chris", Romea sighs, "I'm so happy to see you."
"Listen, Romea, Saber Khan put us in a time warp. It's hard to explain, but can you guys get to that machine and figure out-"
"I'm sorry, Chris, but no, we can't. They used it on us. We're not in that room anymore, and I don't know where we are, or how to get back to him."
There's a slight pause. I don't know about everyone else, but I am just beginning to realize the ramifications of what Chris just said.
"Time warp?" I ask, in a delayed reaction.
"Yes, time warp. We're in New York fifty years ago. We actually hooked up with our family here, if we could get back and join forces with everyone back there, we could really kick Saber Khan's ass!" Chris explained excitedly.
There is another silence. My stomach lurches at the idea of our dead parents coming to fight this battle for us. My heart tightens at their very presence here, the fact that they are now alive in some form...and they don't even know that they're dead! Until this point in the conversation I had actually forgotten, fucking forgotten, that our cousins don't know that our family is all dead. Not just our fathers, but their brothers and sisters, and we have to tell them...shit.
Romea has come back over to me, leaving the communicator with Catholicism, and folds into my chest, sobbing. I go ahead and close my communicator so I can grieve too. We've been holding out on this for quite a while, when we had immediate revenge to focus on, but now, with no revenge at hand and the added burden of bringing this terrible news to our whole family, even the ones that are dead...
I hear Cathy continue the conversation, making a plan to unite us. After she closes the communicator she and Judaism huddle near us. I remember I wanted to check on Judaism, make sure he's okay and all, but just at the moment I can't even open my eyes, all I can do is hold my sister as sobs wrack my body, trying to get everything, all the memories, the sadness and the need to kill out of me before my family shows up. It will be a lot easier to face them if I am empty of all this emotion.
A/N: Please forgive the delay in this chapter. I was having writers block because, ideally, this chapter should be by Christopher, it's his turn, but, after much thought, I realized that, really, Julian has to tell this part. I didn't want to repost the last section, so I am just adding here. Please be amazed.
Julian II continued:
The Tiger creatures in the room disappear quite suddenly, replaced with just a blue sky. I didn't even feel it, the teleportation or whatever, although there's a lingering sensation of falling. It's only after a harsh landing that I realize I actually was falling.
I hesitantly move my arms and legs and look myself over, making sure I am intact, and not fused with anything. I feel so slow, but its shaking off, and otherwise I seem fine. Then I spread my concern to my sister. I find Romea lying next to me. She's unconscious, initially terrifying me with the amount of blood all over her, until I remember that its' not hers, its from the tiger she bit. Good for her! She's breathing and everything, but has a slight bump near her eyebrow. Maybe she just hit her head when she landed.
"One of those tigers hit her", Judaism tells me from behind. I hadn't even started to think of making sure my cousins were okay, I'm still not used to thinking of them as my family.
"Those fucking tigers! I'm going to fucking kill them!" I vow, yelling into the pleasant blue sky, "and that fucking Lion! That fucking Lion's going to get it!"
"We might have to wait until we heal a little", Judaism remarks.
Its only then that I turn around to see them. Cathy is marked by streaks of blood, and unlike my sister hers is coming from a series of cuts, claw swipes across her chest. And now I see Judaism's left wing is shredded. Geez, I got off easy.
"Any idea where we are?" Cathy inquires as she tends to her injuries with loose cloth.
"No", I answer, "But maybe Chris and the twins are here too. We'll look for them as soon as we get patched up. Then we'll make a plan for revenge – a better one."
Romea groans and begins to stir. I sit by my sister hoping both to do something helpful for her and think of clues to our new location. At least we ended up together.
"This fell out of your sisters pocket as we were fighting. Is it used to communicate with your family?" Catholicism asks, showing one of our cell phones being held in her claw.
"Yes, it's a phone-", I start to explain, remembering I had mine tucked in my sash. That would make some fucking sense, to call them instead of running around-
Just then it rings, and mine too.
Cathy answers it first, since it she was holding it already. There's a slight awkward moment, as she looks at whoever called us. My heart leaps at the idea that maybe, just maybe, one of our other relatives did survive the massacre and has called us, that would be just so, so...awesome.
"Hello. Are you cousins?" Cathy inquires formally.
"Who... ... ...are you Michelangelo's kids?" I hear Donatello or William on the other line (I feel stupid but, even after fourteen years, I can't tell their voices apart. I have to see them to know which is speaking). I'm actually disappointed; since I assumed they were alive already I was really hoping to hear from someone else. But I sense Romea sit up alert beside me. Apparently she is not disappointed.
"Yes, we are. Hello cousins. I am Catholicism. I am with Julian and Romea, and my brother Judaism. We do not know our location, however."
"Donatello? Is that you?" Romea inquires, and grabs the communicator from Cathy, "Donatello, thank god! I am so glad you survived! And William and Christopher, as well? Did they?"
"Yes, we're all here", Christopher responds, opening his own communicator.
I finally get mine out and join in, and Judaism crowds with Romea and Catholicism, but doesn't seem as eager to say anything. Actually, giving him a second glance, he's probably in a lot of pain from his wing, and he looks pale. We should take care of him after this phone call.
"Oh, Chris", Romea sighs, "I'm so happy to see you."
"Listen, Romea, Saber Khan put us in a time warp. It's hard to explain, but can you guys get to that machine and figure out-"
"I'm sorry, Chris, but no, we can't. They used it on us. We're not in that room anymore, and I don't know where we are, or how to get back to him."
There's a slight pause. I don't know about everyone else, but I am just beginning to realize the ramifications of what Chris just said.
"Time warp?" I ask, in a delayed reaction.
"Yes, time warp. We're in New York fifty years ago. We actually hooked up with our family here, if we could get back and join forces with everyone back there, we could really kick Saber Khan's ass!" Chris explained excitedly.
There is another silence. My stomach lurches at the idea of our dead parents coming to fight this battle for us. My heart tightens at their very presence here, the fact that they are now alive in some form...and they don't even know that they're dead! Until this point in the conversation I had actually forgotten, fucking forgotten, that our cousins don't know that our family is all dead. Not just our fathers, but their brothers and sisters, and we have to tell them...shit.
Romea has come back over to me, leaving the communicator with Catholicism, and folds into my chest, sobbing. I go ahead and close my communicator so I can grieve too. We've been holding out on this for quite a while, when we had immediate revenge to focus on, but now, with no revenge at hand and the added burden of bringing this terrible news to our whole family, even the ones that are dead...
I hear Cathy continue the conversation, making a plan to unite us. After she closes the communicator she and Judaism huddle near us. I remember I wanted to check on Judaism, make sure he's okay and all, but just at the moment I can't even open my eyes, all I can do is hold my sister as sobs wrack my body, trying to get everything, all the memories, the sadness and the need to kill out of me before my family shows up. It will be a lot easier to face them if I am empty of all this emotion.