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A/N: Thanx for the reviews! I'm getting really positive feedback from this story, and trust me that makes me feel good! SilentWater13: Thanx for the kind words, I'll try to continue to live up to it. Reijiro: I'm sure that Raph would be touched, I'll try to convey the message. I'm glad the ending wasn't too bad. and what do you meanyou can't pick holes!Pick! Pick! My life depends on it! Jessiy Landroz: To answer your question on seahorses, it is explained in this chapter. And about the last part: careful! Don't give away any secrets! RAPHAELFAN02: Glad that your luving it so much. Don't worry all will be explained. ninja-of-darkness, Tewi, doodle9481: glad that your liken' it.
I'm working the night shift, 7pm-7am right now so all the updates for the next few weeks will probably occur in the wee wee hours. And they might be less regular, since it depends on how busy things are and the Nurses. I know it has been a while since I last updated, but there's been so much going on here lately! Hope that you stay tuned to the story!
Chapter 4
Deal with it
So, you want to hearmore, do ya? (grumbles about sick, perverted freaks, then looks at you) Well, I guess that I could sorta continue. If you want, that is. (You nod your head so hard it rattles, Raph grimaces) Fine! Whatever. Now, last we left, my 'dear beloved family' were thinkin' I've gone nutso, huh? Yeah, that was a shining point in my life. Well, to tell you the truth whatI did next didn't really do anything to change their minds of that thought. Then again, I wasn't really thinkin, ya know what I mean? (you look sympathetic and smile, Raph grunts) Well, you see I just had a hard time dealin'. I tried to fix it in my normal style, as you can tell, it didn't really end out too well...
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When I woke up I was, for the second time, somewhere other than where I woke up. I had a killer headache, so it took me a moment to figure out where I was. Donny's lab. Specifically, the medical ward. The next thing I noticed was that my sais were missing. I was sure I had them on when I fell asleep. Ah, well. I'll get them from my room.
I slowly eased myself up, already thinking typical thoughts of breakfast and hittin' the old punching bag. But as I sat up, a wave of nausea hit me like one of Hun's fists. (Man, I've felt that more than once!) My stomach growled at me angrily, and the nausea intensified. Suddenly my mouth filled with water and I could smell it. Oh shit!
Frantically I looked around and spied a trash can. I sprinted and barely made it in time to empty out all the contents of my stomach. Yech! I musta really ate something rancid yesterday!
Once I was through heaving, I grabbed a cup and went to the sink. I sloshed out my mouth a good five times before finally downing about nine cups of water. Man I was thirsty!
It was then that the day's events began to sink in. I know, but my mind works kinda slow in the morning. I'm sure that some of you suffer from the same problem.
Anger struck me to my core. The b1tch! Whore! Slut! Witch! The plastic cup bent in my hand, I was squeezing it so hard. I thought of my family and groaned. And now she has them believing that I'm a loony! Where are they?
I looked at the clock and couldn't help but give a little gasp. It was 3:30 in the morning! Leo's the only one who gets up this early, and he doesn't get up until 4:30! I wouldn't be caught dead this early! I'm normally in competition with Mike to see who can sleep in the longest! And I'm wide awake, too! Now how does that happen!
Shaking my head, I immediately blamed the dame. Still can't believe she did that to me. Well, at least I got in a few good hits. After all, that's her blood decorating my room! hehehe
Then it hit me, for real, for the first time. I, a MALE mutant freak, was el prego! I shuddered at the thought and suddenly felt very dirty. Contaminated.
I looked down at my body. Where would it be? I don't have a uterus, or any female parts for that matter, (go testosterone, yay!) so how could I be carrying it? That word brought up a whole new ball game of questions. How. As far as I knew from Donny, an egg lives off the blood or something off the uterus wall and grows there feeding off Mom. I don't even have that organ, as I pointed out earlier. She mentioned seahoreses. I shook my head. Not exactly my area of expertise.
Wait!
I'm in Donny's lab, surely he has something about them!
So I cruised through his lab until I found a few encyclopedias. He had more books in the other room, but the door was locked. When I wondered why I looked in. Oh, pointy objects. I get it. Huh.
Anyway, I looked them up. Apparently, male injects sperm to female, fertilizing eggs. Then she puts them in a pouch that he has on his middle and hits the road, never to be seen again. Huh. Talk about deadbeat dads.
That was something I hadn't yet considered. A pouch? Once again I examined my body, stuck my fingers in the edges of my carapace, under my shell, everywhere I could think of; still not exactly sure where I was looking for.
Nothing.
Now, let me tell you that this whole situation confused me beyondno ends. Number one; I'm not really one on thinking. I'm not dumb or anything, I just prefer to either rely on gut reactions or what Donny says. Number two; there was no way in HELL that I was telling anyone about this! I could see it now: 'Yeah guys, I was raped by a beautiful freaky alien thing dame and now I'm carrying her child. So, what's for lunch?' I shook my head. No. I could never tell. Not really one for talking anyway. Besides they already think I'm a loon.
Grumbling I settled down for some deeper thought. I'm the only one who can get me outta this mess, I better get started.
So basically I sat there for a while thinking things through in my head. Nothing but that. Tell you what, I'll leave this 'pondering' for Donny in the future; there's no action involved!
Then I decided to work on what I know. That morning I woke in the alley, my stomach was killing me. And with all animals, even the ones that carry eggs, aren't they carried in the stomach area? Hell, even seahorses carry in their stomach!
I thought about it as I poked and prodded my torso once more. To tell you the truth it was the best thing that I could think of. How do you fix that?
Injury.
When pregnant women are kicked in the stomach, they can lose their babies, right? I have no clue if that works on egg carrying mothers, or even if I'm carrying an egg or living one. Either way it has to come out. And that's the answer. Injury.
I stood up, and braced my legs. My fists balled together and I raised them high. Then I dropped them down to my sides again. I was afraid. My legs were shaking just a bit. I had never inflicted purposeful injury to myself, unless you count pounding my fist in the wall in frustration. I had heard about those people who cut themselves, those people who killed themselves, and suddenly wondered where they got the courage to do it. That final throw...
'snort'
My head snapped to the sound. There, sleeping in a chair outside the lab door was Mike. Geesh. They were keeping gaurd. I had better keep quiet.
Summoning the courage up again, I raised my fists. This time I brought them down solidly on my stomach. I let an 'oof' escape my lips and I knocked some wind out of me but that was about it. My plastron was absorbing too much. Plus I wasn't hitting hard enough. But I couldn't help it. I didn't really want to hurt myself, and my arms knew it. They instinctively slowed down before they hit.
Frustrated I tried again, and again, and again. But each one to the same effect. I could feel a dull ache in my stomach but that was about it. I need something I can't control, something...then I spotted it. A chair. Just a metal fold up chair they use to seat mass numbers. Perfect object for miscarriage.
First let me say that I was getting a tad bit desperate. I didn't want this thing in me, never did. And I wanted it out. What I heard next didn't help the mood. It was her.
I heard the voice whisper in my ear 'don't you dare, Raphael! You'll sorely regret it if you do!'
If anything, her words helped me. All I could think of was: she's scared. Otherwise she wouldn't be talking to you! I grinned as I positioned the chair and backed up to get a running start. Somehow I knew; she couldn't come in here. I knew.
Then a piercing scream filled the air. She was trying to warn my bros! The sound surged my adrenaline and I took off running. There's the chair! Now or never! I took a flying leap and basically did a bellyflop on the back of the chair.
Ouch.
It can be described in so many terms. Millions, I'm sure. I'm also sure that I yelled every one of them. Along with every profane word known to man. And turtle. hehehe Chair diving? That's a whole new world of hurt right there, lemme tell you.
Well, when I landed on that back, I landed so heavily that the metal creaked and sagged down as though it were made of wet clay. All the weight suddenly on the back caused it to slip. The seat of the chair swung up to meet my chin. Oh, man. I saw stars. Pretty little ones dancing inmy vision. That isn't all. After it slid out from under me Icollided with the ground, then gravity laughed as it brought that friggin chair down on top of my head.
I've decided that I don't like chairs.
Mikey was already yelling for the others and scrambling to reach me, but I didn't really notice them too much. I was lying on the floor in fetal position clutching my stomach. It hurt like a $&#! Leo said something to me. Not sure exactly what it was. I tried to tell all the pretty little stars to get out of my eyes so they could see. I guess that they heard me. They slowly started to recede and I saw fuzzy colors. Huh?
I felt hands help me up to my feet and Master Splinters concerned voice asking me something. Everyone was talking. Yet my mind was a whirlwind of confusion.
All I could think about was my attempt. Did it work?
For some reason I thought maybe Donny would know. I turned to the purple and green shape and mumbled "Did it work?"
They were silent for a moment and my mind began to come back to me. Man. Now I KNOW wrestling is fake. There's know way they can get hit in the head by a metal chair and hop back up.
Then I heard the tinkling of laughter in my ears. The dame. She was laughing. I groaned and sagged against my brothers. There's only one reason why she must be laughing. After all, she wouldn't be laughing if it worked.
All my brothers began to talk in their concerned voices. One of them asked if anything was wrong. I sighed and answered.
"I gotta deal with it."
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A/N: Sorry if that chapter was a bit uneventful. I had questions asked by you guys and others and they needed answering. Hope you liked it. The next update should come sooner than this one did. REVIEW!
