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Meptiles: Sequel of DoTT
Don fussed over Cleo's disorderly unkempt desk looking for a phone to call 9-1-1. He didn't dare use his cell phone knowing he would be tracked down and investigated (probably by Casey) which he couldn't afford to have happen for obvious reasons.
"Don't die, Cleo...!" Don said shakily as he finally located a phone and called the emergency number. He swallowed hard as he waited for them to answer.
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" a monotone robotic sounding woman said.
"Please send an ambulance to 740 Licca Avenue!" Don cried, trembling.
"What is the problem?" the lady asked, trained to be emotionless and calm.
"A woman here is dying! She has a massive head wound; come immediately!"
"Was she shot?"
"No! She has a dire head injury! She, uh- um, fell..." Don said guiltily, then realized how dumb he was to say such a thing like that. They were recording all this after all. "She's in the office near the back of the night club at 740 Licca Avenue, please hurry!"
"What is your name, sir? Are you her husband?"
"Never mind who I am! Just get the damned ambulance over here, will you?! JEEZ!" Don slammed the phone down and tried not to panic. He was in real big trouble here. Cleo couldn't be dead. She just couldn't be!
"Come on, Cleo... Don't die on me." Don said urgently in a pleading tone. "Please don't! I didn't mean to hurt you! It just was an accident!" Don knew that moving her around would do more harm than good, so he didn't touch her anymore.
But he could see in her still open eyes that she was pretty much dead anyway. With her blood on his hands, he hastily stuffed the negatives into an empty large envelope and took the dirty magazine with him to the rooftop so he could destroy them all later. He waited on the rooftop for the ambulance to get there and followed it to the hospital once they had Cleo loaded into it. He kept close enough so he could hear the paramedics talking.
And what they said shattered him, saying whoever had done Cleo in was a real monster. A terrible violent beast with no heart, no soul, no anything. And they hoped whoever killed her was caught and given the death penalty. Now the Turtle was forced to believe the death he had seen in Cleo's eyes back in her office. He knew deep down that she was gone, but he didn't want to believe it. She was obviously dead and there was no getting around it now.
Don felt absolutely horrid. The paramedics were right. He was a monster, STILL a monster even though he was cured of that hyper mutation disease. HE personally was the monster all along; it was what he thought now. Even though Cleo had done him a terrible wrong, he had no intentions of killing her whatsoever. But he did and the workers at the HuAnimal night club could identify him if they were ever asked to listen to those 9-1-1 recordings.
What then? He couldn't knock off those who told on him to the police. He did wrong by taking yet another life. Cleo wasn't exactly an innocent person, but Don somehow didn't see her in the same category as that meteorite demon, Hun or the Purple Dragons. He made excuses instead so she could be exempt from their classification.
'How can I still harbor any sentiment for Cleo?' Don thought as he numbly returned to the night club in a daze to fetch the pornographic evidence. He knew how. He still appreciated how Cleo helped him through dark times when he could have easily taken his own life.
'The life of a murderer spared so he can destroy more lives...' he thought bitterly, finding the HuAnimal night club swarming with cops. He grabbed the magazine and negatives and left quickly without being seen. He found a manhole cover in a secluded area and went into the sewers. He went to his favorite hiding place, then got to work burning the negatives and magazine.
Not only did his tears blind him, they also kept putting out the flames. He burned and reburned the porn until nothing was left, but a pile of ashes. Don didn't feel any better. It was as if though the pacifist within him wept nonstop. He physically had no tears left to shed and was terribly dry. At least he had his trench coat and fedora still on, he could go to a late night bar and get something to drink.
Water from the Lair wouldn't do. No. He needed something stronger. Something that would help him leave this misery he was feeling now. Even if it was for a moment. Don could barely stand this horrible anguish. It was easy to locate an all night bar that didn't care who they served from the under aged to the severely drunk. Don ordered many strong drinks so he could get stoned quickly and escape this terrible night, even if it was only momentarily. He didn't care if it would make him more dehydrated. He just wanted to escape any way he could.
Outside, it began to rain suddenly, telling Don what Mother Nature thought of him. 'Raining tears for another life ripped away from this world...' he thought, downing one glass after another until at last he felt his cares melting away. Still he gulped down more just the same.
"Hey, buddy! Slow down there, man. No need to clean out this bar, I wanna drink too." said a strange man with white short hair and an unshaven face. "Two Scotches, Larry."
"Barry?! Barry, Barry? Where is he? Where's that damned motherfucker?! I thought killed that bastard months ago...!" Don cried out, slurring his speech so badly that the other guy didn't understand him.
"Wha-? Huh? No no, it's ok. You can have another drink, buddy. It'll be on me, ok?" the man said, being friendly. "I'm John. What's your name, pal?"
"Donna-..." Don slumped his head, then jerked it back up suddenly. "Donna-tel... Uhhh..."
"Don? Donald? Well, I'll call you Don, but I bet a lot people do, huh, Don?"
"Yeah, whatever the hell..."
"Say, you need a job, Don? Everyone's down on their luck for jobs lately, but I know where you can get a really good one; a very secure one. My family, see, has these connections. You'd clean up quick if you'd take the job I'm offering."
"Sure, whatever the fucking hell, you damned bastard... Just give me the shitty job already... I don't give a damn anymore about anything..." the Turtle mumbled, then raised his voice.
"UGGH! Where the fuck is my fucking drink, dammit?!" he yelled loudly. The bartender quickly gave Don more since the guy practically kept throwing money at him. No need to stop a cash flow like that.
"That's real smart of you, Don, to accept. It wouldn't have been pretty if you didn't..." John said strangely under his breath. He held out a cigarette and the Turtle accepted in quickly, ramming it into his beak.
"I don't GIVE a fucking damn, you hear?! What the hell is the stupid, idiotic job anyway?" Don mumbled as he fumbled with his lighter, which was nearly out of fuel due to him burning that porn earlier.
"SHIT! What the HELL is wrong with this stupid THING?!" Don's natural terrapin roots often took hold whenever he was stone drunk. It made the usually sweet Turtle into a vicious reptile that cared only about one thing. Benefiting himself. Don slammed it on the countertop to 'make it work' when John handed him a full lighter.
"Don't sweat it, Don. Here's a new one." John said smiling. He could easily make out a strong build under that trench coat his new drinking buddy was wearing. He'd make an excellent assassin.
"Thanks, you dumbass." Don whacked John on the back, trying to show his gratitude, but gave the guy a sore shoulder instead.
"Back at you, asshole." John said back with a lopsided grin as he rubbed his hurting shoulder. This was good! That Don guy was really strong! Really really strong! 'Boy, can I pick 'em or what?' he thought proudly. Later John helped Don out of the bar and gave him the info on where to meet him when he was more sober. "Sorry I don't have an umbrella for ya, Don." John said apologetically.
"It'sss...okieee... I...(hiccup!)... I like...rain... I'll meet you...whenever... whenever the hell I meet you..." Don slurred, stumbling off. John watched the poor guy go, nearly falling a few times as he clung to the buildings beside the sidewalk and tripping over his own two feet as went down the block.
"Get sober soon, buddy. Or you'll regret ever meeting me." John said strangely before he walked off in the opposite direction. He couldn't be late. Mistress Shadow hated to wait in the rain even in the limo.
Karai was returning to her chambers in high spirits. Together with her men, they had captured some of Shadow's men and stopped them from bombing another one of her buildings. Her team celebrated, drinking all night long. While she usually did not allow herself to get this tipsy, she was this night. She needed help getting back to her room and somehow found her way to her bed.
Now all she wanted to do was get some sleep. But first, she gave herself one last toast on a job well done. Finding Shadow's almost elusive bombers was not easy, let alone catching them. This was a good day. Karai was certain that Shadow would start learning that a little girl like her pretending to be a mob boss could never topple a skillful ninja and successful business woman like Karai.
How absurd and childish that Shadow girl was! It was to laugh. Karai did so, smiling. That girl had a thing or two to learn certainly. She had no idea who she was dealing against. Karai closed her eyes, enjoying this wonderful carefree feeling she rarely experienced.
With her silky nightgown on, she put the wine glass on her night stand and turned off the light. She slipped under the covers and clutched her expensive memory foam pillows. Naturally she would have a hangover the next morning, but to feel this great was worth it after all her stress and problems.
Meanwhile, she had no idea that her scouts had located Don stumbling out in the open and mistook him as Leo. They took him to Karai's chambers and aided him inside. Fearing Karai would yell at them for not knocking first, which they couldn't since they were helping in a large mutant Turtle, they left instantly. Don held onto the wall for support and looked around. He couldn't recall that this was Karai's private quarters as he was rarely let in before and zoned in at the bed. Sleep. That's what he wanted.
He staggered over to the bed, pulling off his mask, bo, and belt to the floor, and went right in. Karai's nose twitched as she smelled that unfavorable clammy wet terrapin smell. She was half asleep as she turned partly and felt behind her with her hands. In his extremely drunken state, Don snatched up Karai in his arms and cuddled her as he would with Rose, not really noticing a difference. All he knew was that there was a female before him and that was what his body wanted then. He buried his beak into her short black hair and squeezed her curvy frame against himself with strong hungry lust.
Believing this was Leo and too drunk to care of much else, Karai accepted his fevered advances throughout the night. He clung to her hard as he slammed his passion into her with abandon. She almost couldn't comprehend how incredibly wonderful it all felt; the sweet feelings put her into a deep blissful sleep. The next morning, she awoke with a terrible headache and groaned. She stumbled out of bed and groped the floor for her slippers. She growled when she had to hunt for them. During her search, she noticed a bright purple strip of material on her carpet.
She went over to pick it up and stared at it for a while. Confused, she turned to look at Don and gasped in horror. Her headache was soon forgotten as she hurried over to the sleeping terrapin as she inspected his red markings behind his closed eyes.
The markings weren't Leo's... She had memorized Leo's markings perfectly. His stripes had long swirly artful loops while this Turtle's marks were more straight and thin without hardly any looping. She inadvertently saw his bo staff a distance away. She didn't need any more proof that the green terrapin warrior in her bed wasn't Leo.
"Oh no..." she whispered, shocked and horrified. Last night, did she and he...? Karai had a sick feeling in her stomach that they did when she inspected her black satin sheets. Dried semen stains were everywhere and on her dark colored gown. She grew explosively angry then, wanting to kill the vile beast sleeping in her bed right there and then. She wanted to be friendly with Donatello, but not THAT friendly! This was too disgusting and horrible for words. This was a catastrophe!
Her anger was railroaded by fear then. What if she got pregnant?! She couldn't have one of Don's children; she didn't want to bear HIS children! Only Leo's! She fell to the floor, angry tears burning her eyes, still holding onto the purple mask. She looked at it and flung it away in a rage. How could this happen?! HOW?!
How in the world did Donatello get in her room anyway? Who was to blame? Who? WHO?!
Karai struggled to calm herself as she patted her thundering chest and swallowed hard. Her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her throat. She couldn't lose it here, not now. She tried to think and held her head as the headache was 're-acknowledged'. She had to get some medicine and plenty of water first. After some time, Karai was able to think a bit more clearly. She washed herself out several times in the shower, hoping it would help prevent her newest fear.
Abortion crossed her mind, but she decided against it. The baby was innocent after all. Karai had a strict code to never harm and or kill the innocent. She would have to give birth should she get pregnant. And the baby's appearance? Would Leo suspect anything? Karai irritably looked at Donatello sleeping and came to the conclusion that the baby would most likely turn out looking the same no matter which Turtle fathered it.
Nobody would be the wiser except Karai and she planned to keep this secret to her grave forever. She would just tell Leo the baby was his and be done with it. And Donatello...well, she planned to keep very VERY far away from him from this day forward.
He never needed to know of this horrible...accident of gigantic proportions. The Turtle continued to sleep in her bed, giving Karai intense chills of disgust. She absolutely hated him. And she knew the feeling was mutual. If only she wasn't so drunk the night before! If only she hadn't mistaken him for Leo! If only! If only!
With an angry cry of revulsion, she stormed out of her chambers, rubbing her hands over her arms and shaking her head. She felt violated to extremes, like she had been raped again. She loathed that helpless feeling. Even though she had showered, she still felt filthy.
She snarled and wished she could castrate him then and there. The thought of cutting deep inside him to remove his testicles made her feel a tiny bit better, but she couldn't do it. Leo would find out the truth if she tried to alter his little brother. The damage was already done.
Quickly she ordered her men to remove Donatello from the bed and have it burned and replaced. The Turtle was shoved to the first floor to find his way home. Don tried to figure out what was going on, but he had to nurse a horrific hangover instead. He couldn't recall how he got to Karai's home or what he did after drinking at that bar.
Sala, one of Karai best spies, ushered the guards away from shoving Don towards the door. She helped him into her quarters and allowed him to stay there until he felt better later in the afternoon. With the setting sun's rays washing over him, Don shielded his eyes.
"Ohh man, what a crazy night I had..." he groaned, unable to believe the reality he was in now. He had killed Cleo and Rose didn't trust him anymore. Getting Rose to trust him again was doable, but bringing Cleo back to life was not. She was gone forever and he was to blame. Sala saw Don shaking with sobs and hurried to dry his tears with some tissues. Why was he crying? She had to find out.
"What's wrong?" she asked. Don shook his head, showing that he didn't want to tell her. She decided not to pry. Though she had to point something out to him and ask why he was there.
"That's alright. You don't have to tell me, but I am curious to why you were in Mistress Karai's private chambers last night. Did you two...um, well..."
Sala was hoping that Karai was 'cheating' on Leo by messing around with Don, so she could get Leo back. She had to make sure that this was happening so she could tell Leo and win him back.
"That's absolutely insane!" Don cried, getting angry fairly quick. He stood up in heated emotion and grit his teeth. "I wasn't in Karai's chambers last night and even if I was, I sure shell wouldn't ever, EVER do anything with her! I can't stand her!"
"I'd never cheat on Rose! NEVER!" Don added venomously, memories rushing back to him of Rose's distrustful looks and how she pulled away from him when they hugged due to her thinking he was unfaithful. Those memories hurt. A lot.
"Ok, ok!" Sala cried, not wanting to upset him further. "I get it. You don't have to yell. It's just the guards brought you down from her room and I thought-"
"You thought wrong!" Don sneered through clenched teeth. "Dead wrong." And with that, he left. Sala was confused, but decided she would find out what really happened eventually. It would just take some time. Sala knew all about how Leo and Karai had been trying to have a baby. But it never worked for months on end. Sala betted if Karai got pregnant, it would be because of Don.
After all the talk from Agent Bishop about how Leo couldn't have kids and Don easily could, Sala wouldn't believe anything else. It would be easy enough to do a DNA test once the baby was born to find out either way. She could wait.
'Leonardo...you'll be mine again. I'll soon have the proof I need to have you come running back to me. I'm sure of it.'
As Rose turned the TV on to watch the evening news, she was shocked to learn of a terrible murder that happened the night before. It was apparent that that was all the stations were talking about the entire day.
Cleo Satin was a big time porn media star, so her story had top priority. Rose watched the images flash on the screen of Cleo's nightclub covered with yellow police tape, her employees expressing their fears, and different detectives talking, then they played the 911 recording.
Rose felt chills go through her as she immediately recognized the voice. She listened to the entire recording in frozen silence and went numb as the scenes changed back to the police and Cleo's sister and nephew, Bradley Satin. The hate Bradley and his mother spewed out was endless, but Rose was lost in disturbed thoughts. She was sure she had seen Cleo's name before. Yes, she remembered now! On that ghastly porn magazine! SHE was the lady with Don!
Had Don killed Cleo for her? Rose wished she knew, but then she didn't. She wanted no part in any of Don's kills whatsoever. Killing out on the battlefield was one thing, but this was definitely another. Did he think killing Cleo in a strange twisted way would make Rose trust him again? So she wouldn't have to worry about that slutty call girl anymore?
Rose shivered in fright. After all the things she had gone through with Don, she believed she got to know him very well, inside and out. But then that porn magazine had to appear and ruin everything. She didn't know what to think now. A small voice inside told her to trust her heart, but she worried that might not be too smart. Her heart was telling her to go to Don and try to get to the bottom of this with an open mind. Not to judge him, but ask him what happened.
As much as she wanted to do that, she feared the police would think she was involved with the murder and get in big trouble with the law, most likely go to jail. Her boss, Mistress Karai, probably could quell any suspicion of her, but Rose doubted she would now. Karai disliked Don and Rose had failed to get him to trust her and so she wasn't in good graces with her boss. Having an overly zealous brother who always chased after Miss Saki didn't help either.
Sighing, Rose went around in mental circles trying to decide what to do here. After a tug-a-war mind fight, she picked up her cell phone and texted Don, fretting as she did so. She was asking him to come back and tell her what happened. But for two days he never wrote back or called nor showed up. Rose wished she knew where he was so she go could to him, but she couldn't. It wouldn't help even if she did know where he was since now she had lost all her nerve to ask him anything about Cleo's death.
She felt lost, lonely, and unnerved as she went on her new daily routine of going to work in fear and worrying every moment. She almost wanted something to happen to get this tensed situation over with. An appearance from the police or detectives, Don; anyone! This was driving her absolutely crazy.
"Why haven't you been answering your cell phone?" Leo asked one early morning as Don tried sneaking to his room unseen. Giving him a forlorn look, Don continued on his way without speaking.
Surprised by how red his eyes looked, Leo shot up the stairs to grab his little brother and stop him. "Answer me! Why don't you answer your phone anymore? You used to! For the last two days, it just rings and rings and you never return the voicemail I left you! What's happened to you? Tell me!"
Don looked off to the side as Leo held his shoulders and shook him, trying to 'snap' him out of it. When it didn't work, he loosened his grip.
"Donatello, what happened?" Leo asked again, softening his tone and expression, pushing away his initial worried anger and replacing it with loving concern.
"Don't you know?" Don finally spoke, his voice harsh and scratchy. "It's all over the news of what I've done."
"I haven't had time to watch the news these days. I went to visit Raph and Mikey at the cabin to keep up with their training." Leo explained. Ever since Raph and Mikey had become fathers, they couldn't stay at the Lair anymore. They had to be near their children and their lovers.
As much as he loved his niece and nephew, Leo always felt resentment since he couldn't have any children of his own. And Don was almost in the same boat with him, though much worse as his son had been brainwashed by Bishop and made into a death machine.
Leo didn't like the Lair being this 'half-empty', but he couldn't force the children and their mothers to live in the sewers just to keep his baby brothers near. He promised not to be like that anymore and he was learning to let go. His brothers were not children and never were his children either as he 'adopted' them to be in his mind.
They had mates and their own families to tend to, Leo respected that and didn't interfere as much as possible. All he had 'left' was Don, the only brother he could relate to the best compared to the others on matters of the mind and soul. He had been training Don to become a shaman. Though slow going it appeared promising. Meditating with Don proved to be great enjoyment for Leo as the blue clad terrapin warrior loved to teach things he regarded highly to those wanting to learn.
Now something had happened to poor Don and Leo needed to find out what immediately. Leo no longer expected any of his brothers to come to him for the same comfort they could get from Splinter, but it would be nice if they needed big brother Leo sometimes.
"I killed the owner of that Hu-Animal nightclub." Don said bluntly. Leo had to hold back the sudden positive happy feeling he felt then. It wasn't good to be happy over a death. It was just Leo hated that Cleo Satin.
For a long time, Leo had been hoping someone, anyone would get rid of that horrible woman... As mean as that was, she wasn't at all a saint, especially to Leo. She was like another Hun; a weaker one, but still very Hun-like and disgusting. She was the reason why Don was a raunchy pole-dancer in the past, dishonoring him. Plus, Leo had been forced by Raph to go to that horrid nightclub to see if Don truly had fallen and was groped by a homosexual, which still boiled his blood even to this day.
"Hmph. I'm glad you did. Nothing good ever came from that-, that 'woman'." Leo said bitterly, folding his arms. Don stood there, his vision being flooded by emotional tears. Plenty of good came from Cleo for Don, so he still thought. She had helped him feel great self-worth when he wanted to commit suicide. She 'saved' his life in a way and what did he do? He took hers in the most terrible of bloody ways.
'Why do I even still care for someone who just stabbed me in the back and made me lose Rose's trust?!' Don thought, trembling. Was he wrong or foolish to be so appreciative of Cleo? He couldn't have lingering feelings for her, he just couldn't. He shouldn't. Letting out a shaky sob, Don withdrew to his room and was grateful Leo didn't follow. He began to wonder why he felt as he did. Cleo deserved to be punished, but bashing in her skull was too extreme in Don's eyes even if it was an accident.
'I never wanted to kill her...' Don thought sadly, wiping his tears from his face as he tried to rest his weary mind and soul on his bed. 'It truly was an accident...' He pulled out his cell phone from his belt and looked at Rose's text message sent over two days ago. Sighing in great sadness, he turned the phone off and shoved it under his pillow.
'She'll think I did it for her, I just know it. She doesn't trust me as it is. How can I tell her what happened? I...just can't...'
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