Chapter three
They looked at each other, five humans each wearing their own unique style of clothing. Out of them all was a man who had his head bowed but the anger shivered acrossed his shoulders before he looked up at the one in the trench coat, out side it had been pouring when the meeting was called, and now… now it was clean up and the big guns were being brought out.
Her fun was only beginning and that is why all five had been brought together… all of them but one who had his eyes on these prizes for a while.
"Bishop failed once, bringing only a sample of blood back. Howie, how is the Turtles anyways? Comfy?" Scenic asked turning her brown orbs to him, one was lighter than the other due to the lighting of the room.
"Red aint doin' too well. That las' disectio' was close ta hi' hear'." Scenic frowns towards Howie making him slowly step back narrowing his own gaze.
"Did you break the contract or did he?" Howie knew the answer and at this moment he hated that answer. Raphael had agreed, as did Scenic and he, that as long as he could take the pain and cutting his brothers would forever be safe.
Red broke that promise when he nearly died on the table and then was no longer open, by his or the others opinions, to operate on. Howie had at first picked the purple one on prior occasions but when it came down to it the blue one was more up his ally with his brash and leadering attitude. Howie picked blue and he wasn't as kind as any of the other doctors who helped him crack Leonardo open would have liked.
This was the first operation undergone to the blue turtle and it was a bad operation. Blue had been fine, losing minimal blood, but Howie became furious in the middle of it when one of the doctors tripped on a cord he had been using to cut through near the vocal cords, nearly having Howie's tools slice the cords and leaving the turtle speechless for the rest of his life, and he turned to the doctor at his disposal, his own staff who had recently been accepted by Scenic who he did not approve of, and gripped him tightly bringing the colar of his shirt to Howie's own face,
"YOU DARE!" he shouted, remembering his words as he stared at Scenic, to the doctor. "You could have did the worse thin' I 'av' ev'r see'!" he dropped the man who slowly crawled back just as the machines around the room began to scream to life.
Howie remembered turning around and seeing it. The turtle's body spasming. His throat closing down. His eyes flailing open and the doctors struggling to hold him down.
Scenic called to Howie snapping him out of his thoughts and he lifted his head to see his boss standing in front of him, "What happened?"
"You're choice for my staff." His voice was clear as he made his point. "Nearly killed your test subject. You are the one who ordered that nothing would be wrong with them but a few scars. I had done that. YOUR choice of a man nearly silenced my fun, your hostage and power, and now… I'm making sure you never pick my team again, got that, Scenic."
The woman gave a small giggle before her eyes narrowed, "Would his name happen to be 'Jones Paluta'?" Howie nodded. "Do not worry about him… he was dealt with." Howie grinned as he nodded. "Now, onto further matters. You gave Donatello the folder?"
"I ain't one to slag, ma'am, ya kno' tha'." Howie slouched as he looked at the other three faces in the room. Each a woman. Each powerful. Each as twisted as he was.
One of the woman was the first to walk forward, towards him, before she laughed softly to nothing but the air. "You do not need to worry about any of the turtles but 'Red', Howie. We've each been a signed a turtle and a situation." Her voice was silk of Egyptian cotton that any man would love to hear, but Howie shivered in disgust.
"Ya plan'n' on usin' the turts' fa fun!" he looked at Scenic before down at the three in front of him. "Wha' da rules?"
"You know them, dear, just like we know what you've tricked Raphael into." Howie closed his eyes and nodded. "Good, now off we go… I have a meeting with Bishop; he's not keen on us keeping the turtles."
"Then letta get goin'." And Howie turned to look, almost pathetically sad, at the storm. The rain pounding against the building, cars, and the soon fear erupted in him. Howie had been working on one thing with Raph and now he might not get the chance to see if it would fully be developed.
"'Place ya life in ma hands.'" He said to the rain. "'An' I promise ya that ya'll be safe along with tha' family ya love ta die for.'" His words to the turtle. The ones that had placed the seed.
How was he going to keep that seed alive with three sadistic torturers?
0-0-0
When you wake up, your eyes begin to cry, and you hear nothing familiar you know you're broken.
You never realize how much something you love is loved until something hated takes it away. He didn't know his name, he knew he loved his name, and he didn't know what he was, and he knew he loved what he was. Now, as he looked up, he didn't know what he wanted, but he loved what he wanted.
"Raphael?" the voice was soft, but strong enough that as the lid of this… coffin maybe… was lifted off I knew I wasn't allowed to move. "Damn you reek." He joked and when I didn't respond I just watched him frown. "Yah… come on up, time ta clean ya off…"
"Why?" my voice never sounded like this, but I knew this was me even if I hadn't spoken in months… maybe I had been down here for months?
"You… got bail…" I notice he doesn't look too well and I close my eyes before using muscles I forgot about. "Damn… I think we let it go on for a bit too long with those wounds."
I'm not sure what 'it' is. "Where am I going now?"
"Family… after we patch ya up… we… uh… kinda…" I look at him. "I got replaced, Red, as your caretaker." That should piss me off since Howie was less of a sadist then the others, but I can't seem to feel anything but curiosity. "Her names Agent Heart, Scenic personal friend, and…" I look at him before Howie pulls me up not caring about what he is holding in the process.
My vision swims before I'm placed on a cart and rolled back to some room, "Now, I'll clean ya up, take ya to your brothers…" Howie began rubbing a sponge over my arms. "They'll cheer, ya come up with something, red, with Blue and purple and let Orange just run amuck." I watch as Howie seems jittery.
"What… happened?" Howie pauses before he looked hurt.
"Scenic promised that as long as ya could take it she wouldn't do anythin', like I promised ya, to ya bro's… she lied… damn it…" I feel my heart stop.
"What happened?" I ask more urgently.
"Ya were suppose to stay in the casket, Raphael, for another month… that was until I found out what they were going to do to ya when it was done… dissecting ya like I did… that was easy, but cutting ya open… I aint tolerating that of ma friend!"
"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BROTHERS!" I screamed causing Howie to jump dropping the sponge.
I see Howie looking at me before he lowers his arms and points to the ground, "Heart buried your brothers two days ago." I watch and wait for more. "Each in a different Casket."
"Not the plastic?" Howie shook his head. "Damnit!" I barely have enough energy to raise my hand before it falls to the ground. "How… how are they?"
"Bad, Red, bad." I pause in my breathing to feel the tears on my face.
"I need to make sure that the casket is back in the right place, I'll run the water on ya to clean ya up a bit… red, I'll help ya get ya brothers… Just… I'm sorry."
I just listen even long after he turned on the water and left. The only truth was that I had not protected my brothers like I had wanted.
"Heart," I said softly, "if you harm my brothers I will kill you."