Chapter eighteen

Searching for answers & The regretful decision pt 2

...On the rooftop...

Standing on the rooftop—up above, watching as she reached into her pocket and retrieved her cell phone. Ring...Ring...

"911—What is your emergency?" operator inquired

"There has been a break in and enter—someone—was murdered." Brenna explained under muffled voice. "What is the address and your name please." operator inquired softly

"5th Avenue—Anonymous."Brenna answered, hanging the phone.

Turning around, tightly grasping on her phone almost crushing it within her hand. Raising her other hand, staring the photo and the red hair—closing her eyes, tightly and ashamed with the decision she made. 'Why?—Why?' she regretfully thought

Then suddenly realised, this will be a decision she will have to live with but—the question is, would she take the original target out instead of an innocent? Despite neither deserves to die but—one she never met before until choosing to be a replacement and the other, was kind and nurturing to mend her wounds even though, could be left in the alley to bleed but didn't. Decisions—decisions, terribly decisions that must to be made, either way—someone dies along the way. So many innocent chosen for so many different reasons—different purposes, whatever the reason could be—someone is murdered.

For money—power.

Raising her head and facing the rooftop ledge then said, solemn promising. "No more—it must stop."

Tightening her grasp, running to the ledge and leapt the rooftops. Returning back to the Foot HQ's, where one anxious warlord waited for acquired news.

...Twenty minutes later...

A news crew arrived to the crime scene, trying to get a glimpse of the murdered victim when forcibly demanded to remain behind the yellow tape. "What can you tell us about the victim? Was she sexually assaulted? Was she an assigned target by the notorious street gangs?" reporter insensitively inquired

"I can not give such details out until have all the information on exactly what happened here, Ms Camden. Now would you please—move along." Deputy inspector Seymour gray answered

Two medical officers carried the body out of the apartment underneath a bloody sheet when a young dark brunette haired man came running to sideline and tried to get through as he was stopped by another officer on duty. "Let me through!" Oliver James demanded

"Who are you sir?" Officer Graham Peers asked, grasping the distraught man's shoulders.

"I'm Oliver James—that's my girlfriend's apartment." Oliver cried out

"Let him through." Deputy inspector Seymour gray insisted

Officer Graham Peers stepped aside, allowing the man through. Rushing to his fiancé's side, removing the sheet as he distraughtly cried out her name. "Oh god Julie! No!"

"Sir—we have to get the body on the bus." Medical officer said

Oliver stood, wiping his tears away and turned to the first police officer, demanding for answers. "Who DID this?" he distraughtly roared

"We don't know—We suspect the victim interrupted the perpetrator and was killed as she tried to escape." The police officer replied. The widowed fiancé grasped his head, distraughtly and angrily as his shoulder was grasped reassuringly. "We'll get him."

"You better or it will be your last if you don't." Oliver angrily threatened, walking away.

"Detective—Detective." Sergeant Joey Kim breathlessly called, running.

"What is it, Sergeant?" Detective Bradley Hartman asked

"There is another body." Sergeant Kim breathlessly stated, panting while trying to breathe air into his lungs while his partner emptied the contents out of his stomach. "In the alley, sir."

Both officers ran down to the alley and saw the body, luckily it was in one piece though as it will prove vital for who and what did such awful act towards another human being...if the killer could possibly be human. "Keep those reporters back; get the paramedics down here with forensics—NOW!" Detective Hartman ordered, stayed behind and crouched down as he glared the mutilated body. Wondering what kind of killer could have done this. 'Whoever—whatever you are sunvabitch. I'll won't rest until I catch you.'

...In the lair...

The orange clad sat down, eating as usual and reached for the television remote then turned it on, flicking through the channels when he came across the in-progress news report about a murdered young businesswoman. Unaware of both his older brothers also were watching the news, as they stood behind the couch.

"We're outside the apartment of Julie Hollywell, where a gruesome murder took place just moments ago. No one knows who or what did such awful act to an much loved, respected CEOof Fox studios. Details are not confirmed on how she was murdered or what was used to kill her. This is Rachelle Camden, reporting live from 5th Avenue—channel 6 eye witness news."

"What the shell is going on? First down at the abandoned industrial area now it escalated to innocent movie producers." Don warily inquired, scratching his head.

"Sounds like a serial killer is out there and should check it out but this time, don't come back until we find whoever is doing this." Leo suggestingly demanded

Munch—"Oh c'mon Leonardo—munch—We just got home and I want to rest." Mikey whined, with a mouthful. "Ya just want to stay here, play vid games and gorge ya'self on junk." Don stated, folding his arms and glared the orange clad terrapin with a 'lazy cretin' glance.

"Who wouldn't want to stay and eat?" Mikey wondered

"Not me for that instance, mikey. I say go up topside and put the creep out of business—permanently." raph lowly growled

"Are ya sure, raph? Do ya feel up to the task?" Don warily and concerningly asked

"Quit mothering me, Donnie. I'm just sore not dying, ok bro." Raph snapped

"Sorry." Don answered, raising both brows with concern and sensed the sudden tensional vibe.

"It's settled then—let's move it." Leo ordered, leading the way.

"I'll just stay here and enjoy my popcorn and movie that will be on in five minutes." Mikey said, resitting and grabbed an handful of popcorn when he was grasped from the back of his shell and dragged. "Move it, Mikey." Raph lowly grumblingly hissed

Mikey whined as he was harshly dragged by his older brother and was more upset, of loosing his popcorn to the floor that is now covered with favourite junk food treat. But luckily he still had a handful though, quickly ate the popcorn in his hand when he tried, protesting again.

"We hadn't been home for that long, so let's st—" mikey was cut off when he met Raph's hissing gaze and hearing his voice, made his blood go cold.

"Get in—NOW!" raph hissed, coldly glared.

Mikey remained silent, nodded and obediently jumped in the vehicle. Raph suddenly realised that he had frightened his baby brother. He soon followed inside, closed the door then drove out as Don slammed his foot down on the accelerator.

Leo's intuition made him become chary as his muscles suddenly tensed tighter from the disturbing feeling when hearing his younger brother, hiss in a way that is out of ordinary which he kept a closer and constant vigil upon Raphael. "Leo." a soft voice called

Waking out of his wary thoughts and faced towards whom called his name. "You ok, bro?" Don asked lowly whispered.

"I'm ok, Don but something does not feel right." Leo answered

" 'Bout what?" Don wondered

"Not sure."

"Hopefully when we get the answers, everything will be ok." Don assured

"I hope so, Donnie." Leo answered, facing out the window. 'I really do hope so.'

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To be continued in chapter nineteen...

I know you guys are waiting for the point of the fiction, well you don't have to wait no more as the confrontation is finally here...suspicions fill the air and accusations are made. Confessions are told, well only half is explained.

Read and review please...tell me what you think. Tootles