2. MAGIC PART 1
The day passed on quickly. His brothers didn't ask for what happened to his hand, and Donnie just grunted and mumbled incoherent sentences that Raphael couldn't hear while he was cleaning his wound. Mikey, of course, must still want a death wish since he keeps bothering Raphael. Leo didn't seem to notice (or care which Raphael was silently thankful for). April and Casey were out of the city for important matters. Whatever they wanted to do Raphael was not interested.
The turtles were out patrolling the city. As they jumped from roof to roof, Raphael thought back on his dream, asking himself the same question: What the shell did it mean? The more he tried to piece all of the dreams he and his family have been having he could only think that it was...
Down below the two buildings the brothers were jumping over, they heard the crash of a trash can being knocked over and feet running, at least four of them by the sounds of it. The brothers halted, coming to the edge to peer down on the scene below. Just as Raphael thought, there were four people in this scene: a young woman and three Purple Dragons. The Purple Dragons (*cough* wimps *cough* losers *cough*) each had a 'weapon': one had a bat on his hand, hitting the top against the palm of his hand, another had a club, and the other had, well, nothing, considering that he was very large and buff. The young woman was a pretty one. She had her back against the wall, hazel eyes filled with fear. She was skinny too, and much more weaker than the smallest Purple Dragon. What would a couple of Purple Dragons want with a girl like her? All trail of thought abruptly stopped as he placed the puzzle pieces together. Pretty, weak girl plus mean baddies equals... Oh, shell they were so dead. Not listening to his fearless leaders' plan, Raphael jumped over the roof and landed softly behind the Purple Dragons, cloaked in the shadows. Unknown to him, Leonardo slapped his forehead in frustration, silently asking why he couldn't just have a brother that would follow his orders rather than swoop down without thinking. The brothers decided to watch the scene instead, waiting until their hot-headed brother needed some back-up.
Raphael stood still as a statue, listening to the Purple Dragons in front of him.
"Well hellllooo pretty mamma," the one in the middle, baseball bat guy said. He had his purple hair in mow-hawk style, ripped black jeans, vest, ripped t-shirt, and biker boots. They all seemed to be wearing the same, except the large one, who didn't have a vest. As Raphael looked closely, he noticed that all three had guns strapped to their hips, if they had bullets, Raph didn't know. (He once encountered a robber that had gun but when he fired, he realized too late that he had forgotten to place any bullets in.)
The girl pressed her back even further against the buildings wall behind her,completely trapped as the Purple Jerks neared her. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
"Are ya gonna come willingly or the hard way?" the one to the right asked, his voice a little scratchy, like he had been screaming all his life, swinging the golf club from side to side like a bo staff.
The woman closed her eyes and turned her head away, like she could shut them out, pinch herself awake from this nightmare. But it wasn't going to go far, not before Raphael gets to beat the shell out of them.
The third one, Buffy simply chuckled as he cracked his knuckles.
A tear slipped down the brown-haired girl, snapping Raphael to attention.
His instincts took over as he seemed to fly from his hiding place to the Purple Dragon in the middle that was closest to the poor girl. He kicked and punched the wimp bag until after a few seconds he was out like a light, bruises everywhere despite the fight being less than a minute.
It was at this time that the girl chose to open her eyes. They widened to the size of saucers as she saw the strange creature attack the other Purple Dragon, knocking that one out too, now locked in a dangerous dance with the biggest one. She was amazed at this creature at the same time she was panicking, no, hyperventilating, inside her head. Her day just couldn't get any better?
Raphael side-stepped Buffy's punch missing by a few inches, the attack landing on the concrete wall of the building Raphael was standing in front of prior, creating cracks to run through the wall. Another side-step to the opposite direction and Raphael decided to counter back with a punch to the stomach. The impact left Buffy breathless and doubled over. He raised his head while he clutched his stomach. "You're gonna pay for that punk," was the only thing he said before charging the mutant. 'We'll see about that,' thought Raphael, waiting for the right moment to jump.
As Big-Buff-and-Ugly neared him, Raphael jumped forward in a somersault, landing gracefully while his opponent ran smack into the wall, sliding down to the floor unconscious. He turned to the girl, still as a statue as she studied him, getting ready for her to scream.
She didn't, much to his surprise. The fear in her eyes was replaced with relief. "Thank you," was all she said, before Raphael melted back into the shadows.
She left shortly after that. Raphael stayed put as his brothers landed one by one in front of him. Leo stepped forward, the ridges of his royal blue mask scrunched together in a scowl, getting ready to lecture his younger brother about listening to his orders, thinking before he acts, and so on.
Before he could start to put Raphael to sleep, they heard the clicks of guns ready to shoot. The brothers turned toward the source, taking out their weapons and falling in a defensive stance all at once. The source was, apparently, the supposed unconscious Purple Dragons that were on their feet, ready to shoot.
"Alright, punk," the purple mow-hawked guy spat, "you cost us a good night, so don't think you're gonna get away with it."
Mikey chose this time to comment. "Oh yeah," he started. "You and what army!?"
He just had to say this stupid question, didn't he? Because just as the words left his big mouth, they heard more clicks of guns, more Purple Dragons appearing around them from the darkness.
Raphael resisted the urge to slap the back of his younger brothers bald, green head.
"You jus' had tah say it, didn't ya Mike," he grumbled. The younger brother merely gave a crooked smile and nervous laugh-Raph will get him later.
Leo rolled his eyes at his brothers' banter. "Okay guys. I take down the ones in the front, Donnie, you take the back, Mike, the left, and Raph, you take the right," Leo ordered. "GO!"
Without another word said, each of the brothers went to their corresponding destinations. Pretty soon the fight was nearly over. Something was wrong. Raphael can feel it gnawing at the back of his mind. He could tell his brothers felt it to.
He looked up, just in time to see Buffy the Purple Dragon land on him. The weight crashing into him felt like a truck. The large man was completely on top of him, pinning Raph's legs and wrists with his own. When Raphael looked around for his brothers, he saw that they were in the same position as he was, with their own Buffy's.
The young mutant heard the evil laugh from the last person he wanted to see. He turned his head toward the source, and just as he thought, Hun was standing there in the dark end of the alley, leaning his large body against the wall with his arms crossed. As the large man came into view, the rebel mutant could see the smirk adorning the blonds face. He wanted to smack it off.
"I can't believe you freaks fell right into my trap," he said, his deep voice rumbling like thunder. He motioned with a large hand to his goons. The four Buffy's held the turtle brothers in a sitting position, their legs under them for support and their hands held back; Raphael was the hardest. He struggled, pulling back and trying to get a good shot to kick the buffer man behind him, but he held strong on to Raphael. Finally getting a grip, Buffy held on strong.
Raphael tried loosening the grip on him by moving and rubbing his wrists against the Purple Dragons sweaty palms. He stopped when Hun's words sunk in. He looked right into the mans eyes with fire that made half of the Purple Dragons wince and shudder in fear, but not Hun, never Hun, he would try to prove to his minions that he was not afraid of some death glare that the red banded turtle shot at him.
"So if we didn' come yah were still willin' to use a poor girl for yer own pleasures," he spat, venom dripping from every syllable. He felt Buffy start to shake in fear, much like his other comrades.
Hun stared him down. "Well even if you didn't come, my boys were willing to do as they wished, and even try again."
That was the last straw for Raphael. A fiery inferno was lit in his soul, spreading all over his body in anger. He barely heard his brothers gasp over the loud pounding of his heartbeat in his ears,his vision clouding in to red. He didn't even realize he was growling.
Hun took a small step back, just a tiny one, as to not alarm neither the rest of the Purple Dragons or the growling hot-head. Hun was lucky looks couldn't kill, at least from what he had seen before, this was nothing like the other times. His hearing was deaf, only hearing the growling of the mutant.
"The beast is loose," Mikey whispered to his brothers, watching as the brother in front and farthest away started struggling with much more vigor.
The scene in front of Leonardo set his muscles tense. Raphael was mad. And when he gets mad, he wouldn't stop at nothing to see his enemy down with blood. His main goal now was to get his brothers farthest away from their red banded brother, this wasn't going to be pretty, it was all going to end in a blood bath.
Hun was starting to realize just how this was all going to lead to as he saw Ron's grip, the man holding Raphael down, start to loosen. "Hold him down, Dragons," he snapped to the rest of the men holding guns. They rushed to forward the mutated animal.
They all landed on top of Raph just as he managed to get his hands out of Buffy's grip. He was half way to Hun, his sais drawn out, before he was brought down to the hard concrete floor by all the Purple Dragons that weren't holding down one of his brothers. Two Purple Dragons held one of his arms as two others held him on the opposite. More held on to his shell, keeping him only three feet away from their leader. In total, there were at least twelve holding on to him while the rest surrounded him, getting ready to shoot if necessary, or swing their bats at him. His lips were pulled back, showing his grinned teeth. It was a miracle they hadn't shattered, yet.
Hun clasped his hands together behind his back, a sneer on his lips. "Ah, ah, ah, freak," he scolded the mutant like a mother to a child after finding their hands reaching for the cookie jar. He pulled the heavy metal from his belt and aimed the muzzle of the gun at Raphael's head. "If you don't struggle, the pain might hurt less," he said softly in a sickening sweet voice. His response was an animalistic growl. The three brothers watching the scene tried to loosen the grips of the Purple Dragons on them, each of their scales standing up in fear with ice running through their veins. "You think you're such a hero," Hun continued. "You think you're a guardian angel to these people." He chortled darkly at the struggling mutant. "News flash, freak-your a mutant, not one of the Christian Archangel's. 'God has healed.' Give me a break. Now hold still." He took his time in placing his finger on the trigger, while the brothers were nearly out of their captors' grips only to be brought down by the other remaining Purple Dragons.
The action of the events occurring set a fire in Raphael's blood stream. He felt like he could take all these goons with only a finger, that he could lift all the mountains in the world and still not feel their weight. His sight of red cleared, now filling with the white-golden light he had seen every night in his dreams, his aura. It was starting to push away from his body, surrounding him in its light and warmth. What is happening to him?
Time seemed to stop as everyone stared at him in bewilderment. The three turtle brothers watching didn't feel the loosening of the Purple Dragons' grips as they stared at their brother in amazement. It's not like they were going to take this opportunity to attack, they would have, but they watched their brother instead, not knowing what to do.
Huns meaty finger grazed the trigger as he stared at the turtle in front of him, bathed in the strange white-golden light, regretting his last words. He started to tremble terribly as the Purple Dragons holding Raphael backed away in alarm; some even tripped and fell backwards. With his last bit of strength and dignity he pressed the trigger on the gun.
Ooohhh, cliffhanger.
This scene left goosebumps all over my skin, like I was the reader.
So tel me what you think so far. I'll try to finish the third chapter today. And don't worry, the Winx will be on soon.
The whole 'God has healed' thing is the meaning behind Raphaels name. Its Hebrew, so you know.
