I know I know, a pathetic update but I'm having a sudden hard time with this story because it just isn't working for me anymore. Though I'm going to finish it!
Howie blinked as he watched Raph for a few minutes lying on Howie's own bed panting after each of the wounds had been treated with rubbing alcohol, he always kept a nice stock, and he walked back over sitting in the chair spotting the look, that look, of worry growing.
"Can't stay here." Raph stated in as calm a voice as he could. "Have to get my… brothers." Howie smiled in at this statement.
"Fine, Red, but ya gunna die by the end o' it." Howie pointed out as half of the bandages were already showing the severe bleeding. "Infection an' all tha' ain' som'thin' ta take eas'." He listened as Raph's breathing quickened when he was picked up, Howie doing this as easily as he would cut the turtle up, and set him on his feet. "Ya walk?"
"I can." The Brooklyn accent was completely gone as Raph heavily leaned against Howie to walk.
"Good, cause I ain't carrin' ya for no damn minute!" Howie grinned as he lead Raph out with the thought 'Another stone build on a tower'. Now he had to place his move… Scenic would take care of Bishop so this chess game, as Wolf called it, would begin.
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Mikey could only whimper as he looked up into the metal, the cold metal, of one of his least favorite horror scenes being placed upon him. He was in one of those funky body freezers and by how his skin crawled from him and his panic breathing grew even more rapid he knew it had been a while since he was put in here.
"Hello." No emotion. Nothing was in that voice as it spoke. "I don't want to waste my time talking to you so please enjoy your silent hell hole I made." She sneered, Mikey could hear it in the woman's voice, at him. "After all, an 'animal' doesn't need to talk, it just needs to shut up and deal with whatever its masters want." A click was heard as the intercom was turned off and Mikey felt the bristling tears reach his eyes before he crawled a bit into himself.
Where were his brothers? His mind raced upon some of these thoughts, but fear kept him in place as he forced his own rapid panting to low shallow breaths.
He'd be silent now, he'd take these in… but that didn't mean he didn't like being in here… and that didn't mean he liked the low moan he heard outside before something hitting and pounding on his door locked tight from outside.
He hated horror movies likes this when he wasn't with his brothers who he knew would protect him.
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Shim watched bored, "Wolf, why am I stuck with the cry baby?" laughter was heard on the other end before Wolf's voice returned.
"Because you're the only one who won't get easily annoyed by him." Wolf stated as a few 'click' and 'clacks' where heard on her side. "Besides, you're idea works better for him than all of ours. Heart is taking care of Leo so he'll heal good. Don is being mentally challenged so he'll figure out what the hell we want, and you, Shim, have to keep him occupied with that 'thing' of yours."
"I hate when you call him a thing." Shim said as she hung up and looked at Mikey again. She could play with him and her 'pet' wouldn't mind as long as it also got to play. "You will not enjoy my 'play time', nobody ever does."
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Scenic frowned as she continued to talk to Bishop her anger growing each second but she masterfully hid it as she grinned at the mirror thinking of how she'd get Bishop back for what he was causing her: a migraine.
"Now, listen, if you step foot here I swear none of us will be kind to you." Wolf needed to finish making those moves with the turtles. Her team could not wait much longer to bring these turtles to their knees. "Good day, Bishop, please, don't do anything stupid."
She looked at the men as she sliced across her throat motioning for them to end the call.