Before note: All those in favor of me posting a sequel to my famous "Turtle Pie" story, say "I!" :DDD.
Can you guys actually believe that I wrote this chapter while listening to the "KilikaIsland" theme from Final Fantasy X-2 and "The Home of Dragons" from Kingdom Hearts II? (I own both games and love them! For those of you who the two songs: I know, I know, they're both terrible choices for the mood of this story. I just couldn't help myself, they're both beautiful melodies! XD )
Disclaimer: I'm still waiting for permission from my mom if I can have Donnie…XD
Fong howled in laughter, absolutely enjoying the severity of the redheaded girl's expense at trying to revive her turtle friend. It was no doubt he was dead; the escalading pool of blood around both of them had already decided the turtle's fate. No one can survive a gunshot at such an important part of the body, wherever he shot him.
He was a little disappointed about his failure of shooting at the girl, it would be the cause of more of an exciting scene than now. It would've also made his original plan a success: Taking out the girl so the turtles would come for revenge, only for them to taken out by Shredder instead. Well, at least he did something…
April could not control her body's hysterical fit of shaking violently as her fear-tinted cotton candy eyes brimmed with salt-water and raced down her cheeks. Her eyes refused to take in anymore of the horrible sight that was dawning before her. Her best friend, Donatello…Soft-spoken, kind, intelligent, sweethearted Donatello…was lying dead at her feet, his body- functioning liquid racing all around her, staining her legging-clad knees a blacker color as red and black mixed.
She found her hand slowly shifting to the still form of her rescuer's body, resting it gently on the bullet hole of his shoulder, trying softly to staunch the bleeding.
Of course, there was a reason she had did it ever-so-softly. She was afraid of causing him more pain, and she wondered if it was hurting him. She'd finally got her answer when Donatello's body suddenly convulsed violently, and a heart-wrenching scream of pain erupted from the latter's mouth, startling the poor girl.
"D-Donnie!" she stammered in a panic, "Oh no, I'm so sorry…" she quickly, yet still gently flipped Donnie over on his shell so his wound, and him, would breathe better.
Tears continued to descend down her face, and this time, they left her chin as small, delicate droplets that finally made their way to a new face, which was Donatello's. Her tears landed on his mask, yet he was not fazed as his eyes remained closed. Some of them saturated the luscious purple color, turning it a deep blue-violet.
"Oh, Donnie, I'm so sorry…" April apologized again, carefully dragging the turtle's still form up to her body so his head would rest on her legs. Other than this previous action, she had no idea of what to do next. She had never been in this type of situation before, and it had made her even more sick and scared just thinking about it. On the other hand, Donnie was dying, and she was desperately trying to compose herself to escape and help him. She just couldn't sit there like a fool while he bled to death. She couldn't…
"Outta the way, girl."
The back of April's neck erupted in pain when she felt a hand grip it tightly. It lifted her off the ground, causing her to grimace in angst when she heard the sound of Donnie's skull hit the ground, hard, when it didn't have a soft head rest like her legs to be there.
She found herself staring at Fong's cold, beady eyes as he teased her. "Awww, poor girl let her hideous boyfriend die, how sad. Well, I think I might know a way to wake him up again." Effortlessly, he tossed April behind his back, and she flew horizontally for a short time before yelping in pain as her body cracked against the ground on her front. She groaned in pain, slowly making slight efforts in pushing herself up again, but her vision was tinted with haze. She carefully lifted herself off the ground and turned to face Fong.
Only for her to wish she would've gotten up sooner and done something.
Fong advanced towards Donatello's unconscious body, the same malice grin from earlier staining his face. He layed a boot-covered foot on the turtle's chest and, before April could react in any way, he pushed Donatello as hard as he could with his foot. Donnie rolled all the way to the edge of the roof and toppled straight off; the last April could see were his legs and feet as his body bent in an arc from the racing wind of his fall.
All April could do at that moment was stare in horror. She knew it would've probably been likely that Donnie didn't survive that gunshot wound. But that added with a 65-foot plummet off an apartment building? There was no way that he could've made it as a sickening thud made its way to her ears, signaling the break of the techno turtle's fall on the concrete ground below.
April couldn't believe it…Donatello was dead…
Newfound anger she wished she never had coursed through her, physically and mentally as she stared murderously at the back of Fong. She wanted so badly as to make him feel the same suffering she and Donnie both had, with Donnie's deafening injuries and her indescribable emotions of pure fear and grief.
Looking around, she witnessed Donatello's bo-staff lying beside her. Acting on anger instincts, she snagged the cream-colored leather grip in the middle of the stick-like weapon. Using it for support, she hoisted herself up and got into a fighting position, using the staff as a bat.
April took a deep breath and, with tears streaming down her eyes, she charged Fong with a startling battle cry.
Her outburst had taken Fong completely by surprise. He quickly turned and didn't have anything to say but a cry of pain as he felt a thick piece of wood catch him across the face. He stumbled backwards and fell hard on his back, now dazed and unconscious. A nasty gash was now spreading thick blood down his cheek.
April lowered her temporary weapon while she stared down at her captor's injured face. "And that," she said, beginning to shake, "was for Donatello."
The redheaded girl didn't hesitate to bend down next to Fong and dig down his pants. His pockets, that is. She dug around and finally found what she was looking for, keeping her retrieved T-phone in a tight grip. She was too scared to do this, as she feared for his life, but…
With her phone in her pocket and her best friend's Bo in her hand, April reluctantly climbed down the roof and carefully made her way down the fire escape, but she was beginning to go in a rush. She saw Donatello's body a few feet away from her, and she was all but slow to try to reach him again.
When she finally made her way back to the alleyway, she sprinted to the now blood-covered form of Donnie, lying on his plastron. His left leg looked to be bent in a funny way, along with his right arm with the open bullet wound on it. A fresh red puddle of metallic-smelling blood was slowly growing around his body once again.
April collapsed to her knees, dropping the bo-staff, as she finally reached the dead-looking body. As before, her tears would never stop waterfalling at the unbearable sight of her mutant friend. He was gone, and it was all her fault…
A sharp pain cut itself through her stomach, and she found that she couldn't look anymore as she emptied her stomach of incredibly hot internal acids and bile at a nearby dumpster. Only, she didn't actually use the dumpster, since she didn't make it.
When she was finished, she tried in vain to keep her inner grief from being released, getting into a heated argument with her domesticated insanity. It would only be a matter of time before her dam finally broke, and it was now beginning to hurt.
As she sat next to Donnie again, she hurriedly pulled out her T-phone and dialed a new number other than earlier, and impatiently waited for her caller to pick up. While she waited, she tried to get some un-keepable tension out of her as she rested a shaky hand on Donatello's shell and rubbed it in a soothing motion. She had only hoped, that Donnie were able to fell her gentle, comforting touches.
"Hello?"
A deep, familiar voice cut through April's train of thought, bringing her back to reality. It was extremely difficult for her to calm her vibrating breaths, but she finally said, "H-hello,? L-Leo, is that you?"
"April, what's wrong?"
April was having a hard time keeping her inner grief in after she heard the words, 'What's wrong?'. "L-Leo, please! I need you and Mikey and Raph right now, quick! It's Donnie! He hurt, bad!"
She was getting more angry and tense with herself as she received a long reign of silence on the other end.
"Wait, Donnie's hurt? How hurt? Where are you guys?"
April swallowed a forming lump in her throat, trying to clear it. "We're in the first alleyway at Chinatown, between an apartment and the Fortune Cookie shop. Leo, please, you have to get here as fast as you can! Donnie, he…he looks unconscious, but I don't know if he's…he's…"
"April, we're coming! Just hold on! What happened to hi-"
The line suddenly went dead.
"Leo?" April nearly screamed, "Leo?!" She looked down at her phone to see a giant flashing, x-rayed battery on the screen, and it was empty. Her phone was dead.
Angry with herself, she threw her T-phone on the asphalt so hard that the back where the battery pack rested came loose, and soon the shell had oozed out colorful unknown wires and a black rectangular battery.
The tame grieving insanity April was trying to hold down had unfortunately won the battle, leaving her true feelings in it's place. She finally broke down, her already-red eyes re-filling with hot tears as she let out a hurting cry of angst out into the open, then let her head hit Donatello's discarded shell. She let loose with heart-breaking sobs, flooding the brown backside protector, and stayed that way as she didn't even witness three dark enigmas emerge from the shadows around her, hastily coming to her awaiting call…
I'm so sorry it took me so long to update this chapter. I'm also sorry if I had made it too short, but I hope you guys enjoy it!
By the way, Aster Sapphire, you don't have to apologize. You did not offend me. It's more of my fault, because I should've been more aware of the popularity of Turtle/OC stories. It was never your fault; in fact I'm glad that you gave me the news, because I now know more about fanfiction that I never thought about. So, thank you, and again, no apologies…
Oh, and one more thing…I still don't know what canon is…*blushing madly right now*