Chapter sixteen
Nightmares & Target Marked
...in the lair...
The red clad terrapin slept deeply but not quietly as he snored loudly. The wound on his shoulder was beginning to burn as he continued to sleep and begun to dream. The scent of sweet fresh grass intoxicated his senses as he opened his eyes and saw the bright warm sun shining upon him.
Raising his hand above his eyes to shield the light as he rose up then looked around. Listening to the sounds of laughter close by—rubbing his eyes when he saw something that he never thought could be possibly real.
His wife and children were waiting for him, happily enjoying a picnic with friends and family especially—people never thought that would accept humanoids like them. Still remained very vigilante and on guard as he disbelieved the scenery before him.
"Daddy!" a small terrapin child called, running towards him with open arms.
A loving fatherly warm smile grew on his face as he crouched down and opened his arms, waiting for his daughter to meet his embrace. "Hey lil gal—how's my beautiful lil lady?" he commented
"I'm good daddy." she answered, smiling
"Hey raph!" a voice called
Both raph and his daughter, gazed towards where his wife sat on the picnic blanket and waited as she cradled a tiny dark skinned infant salamander. A single tear ran down his cheek, cradling his daughter in his arms as he walked towards Mona and their infant son. "What took ya so long, hon?" the brunette haired salamander wondered, playfully.
The red clad terrapin allowed his daughter to go play while he sat beside his partner, reached over for her cheek and gently gestured her to face him then share a deep loving and passionate kiss. "What was that for?" she asked, teasingly smiled
"Nothing—I love you." Raph said, smiling lovingly
Returning the loving smile and replied. "I love you too."
Both closed their eyes and shared another passionate and loving kiss then suddenly the sounds of laughter went silent, the warmth of the sun grew cold and the sweet scent of nature turned foul. Then suddenly—the taste of blood made its way to his mouth, as he opened his eyes.
What he saw—made him tremble. Being the fearless terrapin and always showed no weakness to allow fear to consume him. Staring down to his hands—covered in blood, with the trail of blood leading back to the pool of the warm red wet substance as it wept around the mutilated body.
His legs were beginning to tremble underneath him as he tried to walk towards the body, breathing heavily as he knelt down beside the body, reached over and turned the body over. Raph breathed heavier and his heart beated faster as he fell upon his shell when he saw the face of the mutilated victim.
"No—No—It can't be—please, it can't be—No." He hoarsely breathed in disbelief.
Holding the salamander's body within his arms, and sobbed breathlessly.
"You are murderer—you are a beast—you will kill those that you love—you should be killed like the rabid dog that you are." An erring voice whispery stated
The red clad terrapin opened his eyes, looked around as he continued to hold the brunette haired salamander close not realising that the erring voice was coming from her. "You should die...you should be eradicated like vermin." The erring voice continued
Raph breathlessly panted as he loosened his embrace and lowered his lover's head then gazed upon her mutilated face. Her eyes were wide open but blood shot red, evilly smirking and grinned sharp razor teeth.
"It is time to—die Raphael." The she-monster said, biting his throat.
The red clad choked and curdled upon his own blood as he fell. The mutilated salamander stood over him, wiping away the blood from her mouth and evilly but snarly grinned as she viciously glared down the dying terrapin.
Raph raised one hand above him, reaching out and desired to take the evil, snarling demon with him. While he held his throat, trying to stop the seeping flow of his blood from the viciously bitten wound. The unremorseful creature continued to stand over him, evilly grinned with blood-lusting pleasure as she slowly knelt down and closed her eyes before opening her mouth wider then leaned towards the red clad terrapin with a mouthful of razor sharp teeth.
Everything went black—Raphael incoherently fought within the covers, landing on his shell when the hammock broke. Tearing through the sheets, looked around his room with frantic fear that he never experienced before. Breathing heavily, not taking notice of the cold shudder from the cold sweat that dripped down his terrapin skin.
Inhaled and out then laid flat on the floor when he realised that hammock broke, placing one hand on his forehead. 'Dammit.' The red clad terrapin thought out loud with frustration.
The red clad terrapin slightly whinced, when he felt the burning sensation. His shoulder throbbed with heat and stun as it was treated with anaesthesia. While concentrating on something else to ignore the throbbing, burning and agonizing feeling that sat within his shoulder.
Raphael decided to continue sleeping on the floor as it seemed to be cooler.
The burning feeling began to ease which gave the red clad terrapin, some relief. Softly smiled and closed his eyes, slowly returned back to sleep. Felt more comfortable, now that his shoulder was beginning to cool down from the coolness from the floor.
The throbbing was also beginning to settle then the erring annoying sounds of his chainsaw snores echoed through the lair. Meanwhile downstairs, the purple clad terrapin and the red haired mother-to-be gazed eachother silently and softly chuckled.
...Up topside...not from the Foot HQ's...
The young woman walked among the crowd, silently undetected as she took a black hat to hide her face until she walked in the doors of sky building that carried the symbol of the Foot. Not raising her head and never faced the receptionist while he sat typed on the computer before he recited his question.
"Now—how I can help you, ma'am?" The clerk asked
"I am here for a job." Brenna answered
"What kind of job?" The clerk replied
Brenna lifted her head, revealing her face. The clerk smiled, nodded and knew instantly what kind of job that she was inquiring. Picking the phone and dialled a single digit, waited for response on the other end of the phone.
"Yes." A strong harsh voice answered
"Your appointment is here, sir." The clerk replied
An evil smug grew upon the warlords face. "Send them up."
The clerk smiled, hung the phone up then said. "He will see you, now. Walk through to the doors down the corridor and go up in the elevator."
Brenna slightly smirked, walked down the corridor then into the elevator. While she waited patiently for the elevator doors to close, when the doors closed then immediately elevated up. When the elevator reached the desired level, the doors opened.
The young woman stepped out of the elevator and walked to the waiting man, kneeling at a small table, dressed in a white and silver kimono. She stood before him, silently and waited.
"So—I hear you are here for the job—is that correct?" Saki said, sipping his tea
"Yes." Brenna answered, shadowing her face.
The foot warlord placed his tea down. "Do you have...experience?" Saki asked
"Enough—enough to know what should be done." Brenna answered
Saki smiled and pushed a large yellow envelope, containing a single photo of the assigned target to be assassinated. Brenna walked closer to the table and took the envelope then opened it. Took the photo out and saw the target.
"How much?" she asked
"2 mil." He answered
"It will be done." Brenna replied, then left the room.
"Oh, another thing—assassin." Saki called out
Brenna stopped, kept her back facing the warlord. "How old are you?" Saki curiously wondered
"Old enough. Why is that an issue?" Brenna lowly hissed
"Nothing really—such ashame for someone so young, especially one so beautiful that only knows nothing more than—kill." Saki recited lowly
"Perhaps—I'll collect my payment in 24 hours if not earlier." Brenna stated then continued walking, leaving the employer where he stood, watching her and smirked.
Walked in the elevator doors and stood within the elevator as she waited for the doors to close, taking the photo out of the envelope and quickly stared the picture. Memorizing the facial feature of her assigned target.
A young ebony haired woman, standing outside the florist. Holding a single white geranium flower; inhaling the flower's scent when she was spied upon. Turning the photo over, to see the name of her target—April O'Neil.
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To be continued in chapter seventeen...
Hmm...april is the target for assassination...what will the terrapins do when they find out? Is brenna willing to go through with the assassination? Or will she manipulate the situation to her advantage and use the payment promised so she can continue her search for her family?
What will happen when Raphael begins to feel the changes within him? Will he be strong enough to control it or will he give in to his blood-thirsting urges?
Read and review until next time...tootles