Chapter twenty-six
...back in the shadowy alleyway...
The were-terrapin gorged his fill into the flesh of two innocent by passers, which happen to cross the beast's path and met their gruesome deathly end. Then abruptly climbed up the brick wall and resumed hunting for more—unexpected prey, to satisfy his hunger.
Crouching on the rooftop edge, sniffing for more desirably delicious victims when he smelt something that intoxicated his were-terrapin senses—following the scent until finally came to the carpark where three more stood, circular around a murdered victim—laying on the ground in a pool of blood.
Leaping down and silently stalked the three men as they evilly laughed and mocked about their kill. "What a weak piece of shit, he was." The leading gang member stated, evilly grinned. "Yeh, he sure was and wondered what this little sweet thing would be like? Wanna find out, boys." The second gang member statedly suggested, also evilly grinned as he turned and evilly erotically glared the unconscious young teen.
"Na—na, me first." The third gang member concurringly ordered. "Heh, pin dick."
"Jerk off."
"Alright, knock it off and let's get it over with before something else hap—pens."
The sound and feeling of heavy, hot breathe had distracted the man—his comrades stopped what they planned to do, when their leader stammeredly spoke. Immediately stood up, left the young girl laying on the ground while they abruptly pointed their guns at the large green/black beast.
The were-terrapin drove his clawed hand through the first gang member, tearing his chest out—blood spluttered upon his comrades, blinding them while the beast allowed his victim to fall as he gasped for air and choked upon his own blood.
The other two gang members began shooting and missed until they had no bullet rounds left then killed, one at a time. The pavement and nearby parked cars, got covered by the spluttered blood—sniffed the air once more and walked on all fours as the were-terrapin stood, hovering over the young girl. Binded and unconscious—then slowly stirred as she was woken by the stench of blood, opening her eyes and faced the hybrid animal. Gaspily gazed the beast, trying to scream but no sound escaped her lips—then an unexpected witnessed walked around the corner as she searched through her handbag for her car keys, when she retrieved her keys then looked up and suddenly interrupted the pending murder. The female citizen breathed in and screamed out loud, ran away and called for help. The were-terrapin looked back and glared his next victim once more then left the young girl and took one of the mutilated gang members along with him as he bolted.
...Back in the hospital...
Casey continued to wait for a physician as his leg continued to throb in agonizing pain. Trying to think of another place while taking his mind off the pain, then a doctor finally walked to his bedside and looked thoroughly the chart then said, finally. "Ok, ready to see—What exactly happened to your leg, Mr—"
"Jones—Casey Jones."
"Mr Jones, what happened to your leg?" Dr B. Ross repeated, waiting for an answer. "I—uh, broke my leg when I trip down the stairs after my fiancé and I had a terrible fight." Casey replied.
"Mm-hm—were you drinking at all, tonight Mr Jones?" Dr Ross wondered, curiously as he looked through the chart again. "I'll tell ya the truth." Casey quickly, begun. The doctor laid the chart against his torso and crossed his reminding hand over the other. "Alright, I'm waiting." He lowly stated.
"I have a drinking problem and I—I hit my fiancé." Casey admitted. Dr Ross glared Casey with immediate concern and sighed then quickly said, suggestingly. "I recommend that you seek counselling and alcoholic rehab centre. I sincerely do hope that you will take this one and only offer to redeem yourself, I'll be back after your surgery."
"Thanks doc, I really appreciate it." Casey replied, sighly. Two assistant surgeons walked to the bed and gently wheeled Casey into the ER, begun to see what can be done to repair his leg.
...Somewhere—outside of the city, not far from view...
The dark green/black were-terrapin, gorged into the freshly deceased man—when the beast had it's fill, inhaled a deep breathe then released it with a loud roar while straightening tall towards the full moon—that hung above brightly in the dark night sky.
Roared outloud, that would pierce fear into those who may hear.
...Meanwhile...
Two terrapins and an old grey rat, leapt across the rooftops then leaped down into the shadowy alleyway when they heard the frightening roar. "It is searching for—for food." Don mentioned, unknowingly tripped over a mutilated corpse. Pushing himself up upon his hands and saw the body underneath him—springing up to his feet, wiped the blood from his face and shakily glared his bloody covered hand. "I think—it has just gotten worse." Leo lowly stated.
Splinter quickly sniffed the air, doing his best to track the beast. Then when he finally tracked the assumed direction of where the beast had went, the old rat led the way—without further instructions, both terrapins followed without question or hesitation.
...back in the lair...
The orange clad terrapin sat in his chair, pointing the tranq gun towards—the she-wolf then April rushed in, despite her condition. "Mikey! Are you alright?" April concerningly cried. "Yeh, I'm ok. Everything is under control." Mikey replied.
April let a quick breathily sigh, ran her fingers through the strands of her hair and down the back of her neck. "Alright, I'll be in the living room." April told the orange clad terrapin as she turned and began walking away. "April—wait." Mikey called over his shoulder, stood up and faced her. April stopped and turned, faced the terrapin and replied. "Yes."
The orange clad terrapin walked to April, draped his arms around her and gently embrace—apologetically. "I'm sorry."
"Pish—posh, don't worry 'bout it." April said, softly smiled as she pulled away and slowly walked away when Mikey ran his hand along her hip then along her torso and discovered something different. "Wait a minute—" Mikey softly stated. "What?" April said.
Gently placed his hand upon her abdomen again and waited to be certainly concurred of whether he did felt what he had. "Are you—" Mikey began then cut off as he was unsure, confusedly glanced the red-haired woman. April softly smiled, placed one hand upon his and conformingly told him, proudly. "Yes Mikey, I am pregnant."
"Who else knows?" Mikey curiously wondered. "Donnie, was the first to find out. Hadn't told anyone else y—" April replied then cut off. "What 'bout the father? Who is the father?" Mikey wondered. "Isn't it obvious? Casey, of course." April confirmed.
Mikey sighed and asked softly. "Does he know?"
April shook her head, closed her eyes and averted her gazed to the floor. Mikey draped his arms around April once more and whispery said. "Everything will ok."
"I know, mikey—I know." April whispery replied then left the room. The orange clad stood, watching his friend leave—sighed again then returned back to his post, sitting in the chair as he re-positioned the gun at the prisoner.
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...to be continued in chapter twenty-seven...
How long before Leo, Don and master splinter try their best to stop the were-wolf hybrid before more victims are discovered. Will they be able to stop him before the night ends? Could they do what they may not wish to do, especially if it is the only way to protect the city from the beast rampage?
Read and review, until next time—tootles