Chapter 7
On the outskirts of New York City there was a large graveyard. Where the MacInshire family, like many fairly wealthy families of the time, had built a sizable crypt on their family plot.
It was a long drive, but after a heated argument on whether or not it was morally right to break into a tomb, Raph won a philosophical debate with Donatello for the first time ever. A feat that was quite an achievement, really.
The stone slab however was harder to budge, and it took both of them and a lengthy explanation about leverage and Newton's laws to get it open.
Peggy MacInshire's coffin wasn't hard to find. The murder had ended the family line, so no new additions had been made since. Hence it was close to the door.
Raph had wanted to put the doll inside the coffin, but that was where Don held firm. Embalming techniques of 1913 weren't exactly up to 20th century standards, and after 90 some odd years of decomposition the list of life ending bacteria went on and on and on. So it was Raph's turn to give in.
They left the crypt with Robby the Turtle sitting on top of Peggy's coffin and, despite their surroundings, with light and happy hearts.
It was a feeling and an experience that neither of them would ever forget.
-The End-
AN: Not exactly a bang, but I felt it desrved something more at the end of chapter 6. I hope you liked it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no events in this fic were based on real life events. No matter how much we would like the guys to be real. XP