Well, I can't leave you on a cliffie for too long...I must be going soft, but I suppose that's not too bad because I do like marshmallows.
Disclaimer: So apparently I actually don't own the turtles. Sad, I know. You know I do own several Leonardo action figures. Isn't that tons of fun? Well, I suppose I can play with them for now...
Please enjoy...
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A soft rain started to descend on New York City. People hurried to get out of the rain, leaving the streets almost deserted at certain places.
Bliss's eyes widened when she looked at the alley's mouth. Her hands trembled, and shivers shot down her spine.
Jack's father smirked at her. "Did you miss me, babe?"
"Not really," she whispered. Her eyes darted to the alley wall next to her where a large cardboard box sat. "Jack," she whispered, picking him up and hiding him in the box, "stay there." She looked up again to see him walking towards her. At least he didn't seem to see Jack.
"Aw, baby, you look gorgeous. I could just kiss you," he said smiling. "Where's that kid of ours? You two should come back home with me."
Bliss shook her head. "I don't think so."
"Come on Bliss, we could be a family. I'm sure you missed me; I'm a hard guy to resist."
Bliss subtlety took a step back. "And oddly, I'm not having much trouble. Am I, Mitch?"
His gray eyes narrowed. "Jeez, I forgot how stubborn you were. Come on."
"I'm not going."
Mitch advanced forward. His hand brushed down her cheek. "That's something that must be fixed." His hand went from softly caressing to a hard slap.
Bliss backed up as far as she could. She was right up against the dumpster now. Of course, there he was walking the few feet to her. Bliss lashed out and punched him on his precious, pretty, little nose.
He grabbed both her arms in one of his hands, his fingers rubbing little circles upon her wrists. The gray of his eyes seemed� to pierce through her very soul.� They knew everything that made the quintessence of her. They knew every comfort, every pain, every secret, although, most pains left him at fault.
Bliss squirmed. She had to get away from him. Bliss's leg shot out from under her and kicked him in his sensitive area.
Mitch's gray eyes watered with pain, but he didn't let go. Instead, he shoved her into the alley wall, punched her in her nose, and hit her on the back of her head with something hard. She screamed.
His eyes burned. Tears gently flowed down his face. "I can fix what's wrong…"
The rain was now pouring down. Blood mixed with the water and the filth as she lay crumpled on the ground. Surely, Bliss thought, it's trying to cover us up...Cover him up...Wash away that filth…
She watched as his lips moved slowly, delicately while he accentuated every word with care. "'Cause baby, I have the remedy right here." He pulled a gun out and pointed it at her, aiming at her heart.
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"Shell Leo, ya' keepin' tabs on me now?" Raph scoffed as he saw Leo.�
Raph did make it difficult, no matter what it was ever about. He always seemed to make things worse. "No, I wanted to talk to you."
Raph raised a red bandanna covered eye ridge. "Now, do I get another wonderful lecture 'bout how life's always better when ya' lead? Oh shell, I feel so honored righ' now. I'm tickled pink, Fearless"
Leo made a face as if he tasted something bitter...like Raph's cooking. "No Raph, I wanted to tell you that… I might have been wrong before...a little harsh…And I'm sorry."
Raph looked away. Now he was surprised and a little guilty too.
A soft rain started to patter on the rooftop. "It's okay, Leo. I forgive ya'."
Leo smiled. "Thanks."
"Don't worry 'bout it, bro," Raph said, embarrassedly.
"Let's go home, Raph," Leo said.
A scream echoed from the distance. Both looked in the direction in came from.
Raph frowned. "That can't be any good."
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Well, there you go! I can leave you another cliffie! Woot! I must say...I am rather fond of those wondrous reviews... (Hint hint)