Chapter thirteen-Believe or not to believe...Lycanthropy exist pt 2

...In the lair...

While April waited for the Chinese delivery then realised that she may not be fast enough to receive the hot food. Looking over her shoulder and saw that Don was still testing the DNA on the cloth, wanting to ask for a favour from her terrapin friend, then thought to go topside to get her food—herself.

Leaving the living room and approached the door of the lair when splinter saw April. "Miss O'Neil."

Closed her eyes and shrugged her shoulders as she was called by the old rat, unaware of been detected. Turning around and face the rat, answering him softly. "Yes Master Splinter."

"Where are you off to?" he inquired, concerningly

"Just quickly, going up topside to get my food that I ordered earlier. I would ask Don to get it but he is busy at the moment."

The rat gazed the red haired woman, giving a small warm smile and nodded as she is not one of his terrapin sons and can not force the woman to remain in the lair. "Just be careful, Miss O'Neil." The old rat concerningly told her.

"I will—I won't be long."

Splinter nodded and went to the living room, turned the television on just when his fave soap program show aired.

While April went up topside to get her delivered dinner, Don's belief in scientific knowledge was thrown out the window as the results of the DNA, confirmed the suspect's sex. The results were printed out, the second the computer calculated the determine result.

Don was astounded as he read the final result. Sitting in his chair, covered his face then slid his hands down over the back of his neck to his shoulders. Disbelieving the results saying 'lycanthropy' officially exists and now the second test results state the suspect in question is definitely female.

But who is the she-wolf? And what does it have anything to do with this...Brenna Madrona? Is the she-wolf that they are searching for or could someone else be the murderous werewolf?

Reaching for the diary again and opened it. Reading the journal entries, some were terrifying and others were terribly heartbreaking. Don came across one journal entry that was recently written before he discovered it.

June 2nd, 1993

Dear diary

Last night, I had a strange dream about...I think that could be my mother. Laying in my crib with the crib musical danglers, dangling and twirling around, playing music as she sang me to sleep but I was too figgy and wanted to be held. This woman was beautiful, long shiny ebony hair hanging over her shoulders with eyes that could bright the darkest night with her warm smile.

Reaching up with my tiny hands and curdled as I was picked up and cradled with loving tender care and given a fresh warm bottle. Drinking on the bottle and slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep as I lay in her arms while she gently rocked back and forth and sang to me.

Then I woke up.

Realising that I was still in this dirty sewer burrow, can't remember who I am and what had happened to the woman that cared for me. Laying down, holding my legs against my chest tightly in a ball as I cry myself to sleep again before I loose conscious again and do something that I can't remember when I find myself...covered in blood, naked and sometimes laying near by a half eaten corpse.

Am I going out of my mind? Is there something terribly wrong with me? Why can't I remember and why do I have such horrible and terrifying nightmares? Oh god, please help...me. Sometimes I want to take a sharp object and point it against my throat then cut the sensitive flesh where I can cut the artery and kill myself then I sense something or someone...telling me not to.

Is it a sin to what I am? How do I regain my memory to know who I was...where did I come from...also what were the names of my mother and father...and siblings if I had any.

Everyday I seem to have another dream about my past...some good and some horrible.

This is Brenna Madrona signing out...goodnight.

Warm heartbreaking tears streamed down his terrapin cheeks and onto the pages. The entry had touched the purple clad terrapin deeply and reminded him of what he longed to have when he and his brothers were terrapin tots but turned out ok, even though he wondered what their world would be like if they did have an caring loving mother.

In a way splinter was both mother and father also teacher but if they did have a mother around, would it be any different of what already is? It would be nice but then they probably wouldn't have it, any other way as they wouldn't be able to do what they already doing in present time as all of this constant running from their enemies would give her constant grief and possibly one day may stress her to the point that would eventually kill her due to constant fearsome worrying.

It would be nice to have a mother when they were tots but then who would have the courage to mother them. Unaware that his sensei was standing close by and sensed his dreading feelings, silently walked up behind the purple clad terrapin and reached for his shoulder as he softly called his name, allowing his presence to be known.

"Donatello? My son?"

Donatello felt a soft clawed hand grasped his shoulder, quickly wiped the tears away from his eyes and dried the wetness of his cheeks then faced the rat, standing behind him that waited for a reply.

"Yes master splinter."

"What are you reading there, my son?"

"I found this—this journal in a burrow near the river and I believe it belongs to the girl that we are searching for. She has lost her memory of who she is and where she is from."

The old rat lightly gasped, surprised and concerned. "Come...rest for the time being and continue the search later tonight when at full strength."

"Yes sensei."

Meanwhile topside, April waited for the delivery boy to arrive when she saw a group of Foot leaping the rooftops. Stepping back in the shadows to avoid been seen. Luckily that she wasn't discovered as the delivery boy stopped. April watched the foot soldier disappear before walking out of the shadows to meet the delivery boy.

"Uh...hello?" he called, turning around with back to April.

April stepped out of the shadows and answered. "That is $28.50..right?"

The delivery boy lightly gasped, placing one hand upon his beating heart beat and panted softly. "Actually 28.55, ma'am." He said, correcting April

"Oh sorry—here you go."

"Thanks ma'am. Enjoy your meal and have a good night."

"You too."

Delivery boy hoped in his car and drove, April returned to the lair just as the others were on their way back. April climbed down the manhole and heard a clang, grabbed the first thing she saw lying on the pavement and held it, ready to defend herself.

A small dirty rat just ran past her. Lifting her feet, one at a time until she didn't touch the filthy vermin. Sighed with relief, chucked the unhygienic steel bar to the ground, shook her hand and lowly stated. "Gross."

Making her way back to the lair as a silent figure, walking out of the shadows and saw April walking away. Brenna followed the red haired pregnant woman and remembered that she was kind to her and mended her wounds. Grateful for the kindness but finding the one she had infected must be found before the following full moon.

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To be continued in chapter fourteen...

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