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Void: Chapter 4-Welcome to Planet Z
"What the…" her voice trailed off; before she flipped open the cover…
"Zarah!" she shut the album, glancing towards the attic doorway; paling slightly seeing Lady Jones standing there with an amused look.
"Don' do that!" the seventeen year old brought a hand to her heart, taking deep breathes, "I nearly had a heart attack!" The woman in the doorway shook her head, before making her way over to her.
"Your pop said that you weren't allowed in here," she stated, adjusting her spectacles.
"Please, don' tell 'im," Zarah stated in a meek whisper.
"Why would I tell that SOB?" Lady Jones blinked, "I just wanted to let ya know we're leavin' first thing, and that you should be in bed." Zarah sighed, nodding slightly, standing up with the photo album in hand. She shut the trunk, before paddling towards Lady Jones.
"Wait," Lady Jones watched as the teen paused, before carefully taking the photo album from her cousin's daughter. She nodded as Zarah sent her a slight pout as the blonde-haired teenager turned on her heal and left the attic.
"That girl," Lady Jones shook her head, staring at the album cover, before curiously opening it. Her eyes widened at the first image, "Holy…"
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Casey let out a groan, rolling over in bed and grabbing the phone, "'Ello?" A loud yawn escaped his lips. After spending a few hours solo in fighting crime as the hockey masked vigilantly, he realized he needed more sleep.
"Casey."
"Ma, do ya realize what time it is?" the man groaned, sitting up. He could smell the slightly dirty stench of his home, but it was the way he liked it.
"I know Casey, and it's the same time where I'm at," he heard a pause, "Ya do know about Sally, don't ya?"
"That southern chick that Phil married, and who has that kid who calls me a dork?" Casey sighed.
"She's gone…"
"Like how gone, as in packed up 'er things and left gone, or…" his voice trailed off.
"It was a dunk driver."
Casey sighed, running a hand over his face, sapphire blue eyes closed. He muttered 'crap' quietly, "How long has she been gone, and what's goin' on?"
"Three weeks ago," then there was an aquard pause, "they knew Donnie…"
The phone nearly fell from his grip at the words, "What the heck!?"
"I dunno what's up, but Zarah's been actin' weird lately, and I'm worried 'bout her. I just want ya ta talk to 'em 'bout it, m'kay Case."
"I'll go first thing in the morning," Casey sighed, "now can I sleep."
"Night, son."
"Night, ma," Casey hung up the phone, before laying back in bed. What in the heck was going on with his life?
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His eyes opened slightly as Donatello found himself sleeping in front of his computer, again. He sat up and stretched, the events of the night prior feeling like a whacked out dream.
"Mornin' Sunshine!" a southern drawled voice said brightly beside him. Don's eyes widened his arms frozen in mid air. He carefully turned his head, before letting out a gasp.
Shell, last night wasn't a dream.
He fell out of his rolling chair, causing it to flip and landing on the floor with a loud crash. Sally stared at Don with a slightly annoyed look, "Ya thought last night was a dream, right?"
Don nodded slightly eyes wide.
"Well, it wasn't."
"Shell…" Don closed his eyes, rubbing his sore bottom, "I have lost my mind."
"No, ya haven't," the ghost woman stated.
"Yes, I have," Don stared at her with a cold gaze, "The only ghosts that my family has encountered are ones of the demonic kind, and this can't be real."
"Well, it is," Sally stated an amused look on her features.
"So, you aren't going to attack me?" Don stated, pointing at Sally with a suspicious look.
"Nope," she stated.
"Why do I find that hard to believe," Don sighed.
A loud pounding was suddenly unleashed on the door, "Don, are you okay in there?"
It was Leo. He glanced at Sally who shook her head negatively, waving her arms around in weird places. He stared at her strangely for a few moments, before stating, "Um, yeah…I just fell asleep at my computer again."
A loud irritated sigh was heard through the door, "Don, you've got to stop doing that. Oh, Don, breakfast is in ten."
Don groaned, hearing his brother leave, glancing at the ghost, "Why exactly are you here?"
"I explained it last night," Sally rolled her eyes, "man, for someone so smart ya can be so dumb. Reminds me of Philip."
I'm hallucinating…
"G-Get away!"
Sally blinked watched when he suddenly started backing up. He was afraid of her. She should of known he acted too accepting the night prior.
"Donnie, honey, I'm really here," the ghost whispered quietly.
Don could feel the familiar feeling of his legs trembling as if he was going to pass out any second.
That's when he felt the wave hit him fast and hard.
-Ten Years Prior-
He trembled slightly as he stepped from the car, grasping onto the Sally's lab coat as if it was a safety blanket. Minutes prior Phillip had gotten out of the car and escorted the babysitter out, paying her a good sum of money; then he found himself being escorted from the car after the babysitter was miles away.
Their home was different. Back in New York he caught glimpses of tall buildings, but their home was large, and very wide, but not as tall as the buildings appeared.
Sally glanced down, smiling gently at him, and he could not help but smile back.
She was very pretty.
After allowing her to guide him inside, he blinked hearing Phillip laughed.
"Daddy! It's not funny!" a voice whined.
"Phil, stop being mean to your daughter," Sally called. A loud squeal was heard and Phillip entered the room.
The small turtle had to admit, he had never seen a human his age unless he was watching TV with his brothers.
She was a girl in a pink nightgown, her fair hair was braded into pigtails that appeared slightly damp. What particularly caught his eyes were her chubby pink cheeks and pink nose. She wiped her nose on her arm, and stared at him for a few seconds, before sending him a shy smile.
He returned it.
-Present Day-
Don drew in deep breathes, leaning on the wall with wide eyes as Sally's ghostly touch soothed his quivering nerves. What in the shell had just happened? Why did he suddenly feel that this ghost was telling the truth?
And most importantly…
Why did Master Splinter keep this from him?
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"Bye Daddy," Zarah hugged her father tightly.
"Be careful, okay sweetie," Prof. Thompson held his daughter tightly, before letting go, silently watching as she slipped in the car with Lady Jones. He smiled, waving at his only child as the car backed up from the driveway, and then, drive off.
He only went inside after the vehicle disappeared.
Leaning her head on the window, Zarah held herself, "Thanks for doin' this again Lady Jones."
Lady Jones smiled, "Anything for ya Z." Zarah smiled slightly.
"Do ya think she's in heaven?"
Lady Jones frowned for a few seconds, before sighing, "Your ma had a lot of unfinished business."
"That's what I thought," Zarah laughed quietly. After sitting in silence for a few moments, she murmured, "Where did ya put that photo album?"
"It's in my bag," Lady Jones stated, "but I'm not letting ya look at it until I find some answers."
"Answers to what?" Zarah blinked, glancing at Lady Jones with a blank look on her features. Maybe she knew something about the small boy's voice that had been ringing in her mind of late.
"That's what I gotta find out," Lady Jones answered.
Zarah slouched in her seat, a slightly blank expression forming on her features. This is how she had acted since she was six. People had described her as a very serious child and she hardly ever show her fun side.
She was the person who sat alone at lunch that everyone laughed at, and spread rumors about, and had only internet friends.
At times, she would appear cold, and at other times, she would appear sad.
Her mother really wanted to change that, but every time she had tried she would resent, and become silent.
What in the heck was wrong with her?
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