Chapter thirty
Back to where it all begun
The were-terrapin carried the latest victim upon his shoulder while he leaped across the rooftops to another location, where he could feast upon the freshly torn corpse. Landing hard upon the rooftop, and left two large imprints within a cracked concrete.
Abruptly looked back for a sec then placed his large foot over the rooftop edge, followed by a large dangerously sharp clawed paw that grasped the concrete block—deepening the sharp claws within also creating cracks around the clawed toes. Huskily and heavily breathed as the were-terrapin turned and scowled about around—hopingly looked that he was not trailed, satisfied to be alone.
Turned and took one horrendous leap across from the rooftop to another and continued on towards the abandoned industrial area on the east side—not far from the lair. Disappearing into the night—continued through the shadows until found a dark place to dine peacefully before curling up for the night as the moon was growing dim.
...Not far behind—rooftops...
The purple clad terrapin's watch begun beeping while he was concentrating on landing before quickly take a look at the watch's face. Both Leonardo and Master Splinter stopped when they abruptly realised that Don had suddenly stopped. "What is it, Donnie? Why did you stop?" Leo said, warily.
"We don't have alot of time." Don answered. "Time? What do you mean? How much time is there that we don't have?" Leo wondered, confusedly blinked. Splinter remained silent.
"It is nearly dawn." Don replied. "Well, better get moving then." Leo stated, suggestingly.
...back in the hospital—patient's ward...
...4:25am...
Casey slowly opened his eyes, look about the surroundings of his room as his vision was still a blur. Still felt groggy and incredibly sore from the astonishing throbbing pain from his arm and leg. Treated properly and placed a healing casts—reaching for the nurse call button, and waited for assistance.
...4:28am...
Still waited for the nurse to come and assist with his request—only silence. Unable to move or leave the bed as his leg was strung up, in the cast harness to avoid further injury. Pressing the nurse button, once more and then the eering sounds of hungry growling snarls followed by a gigantic shadow that appears to be something out of a horror film.
Continued pressing the button as the trembling fear begun to overtake his mental thoughts as it was beginning to become crippling. Unable to move, escape or defend himself against the beast, approaching his room.
Seeing a large clawed hand, trail around the door frame then finally grasped it while the cracking crevices ran both up and down the frame—his eyes widen with intense, crippling fear that had made the dark haired man unable to scream out for help.
Invidiously pressed the button for help—but no help came. The hungry growling and snarling grew closer and louder as the outline of the beast's mouth soon followed round the doorframe—showing it's toothy smirk as the salvia dripped to the floor.
Casey glared the beast with intense fear that had intoxicated it's senses. As the beast lunged for him, stopping the screams escape his lips—choking on his blood while feast upon and just as he was aboutto take his last breathe, April walked in the room with a sinister grin.
"A-April. H-help m-me p-please." Casey stammeredly pleaded, choking on his blood as the last breathe slowly seeped his lips. April stood over his body, glaring into his eyes and trailed her hand through the beast's fur along it's back—sinisterly answered with cold grin followed by a single cold tear as she unveiled the child that laid in her cradling embrace.
"Why should I help you—when all you do is nothing but beat me! Because of you, our son will become you—just like his father."
Reaching out for April and their son, she cradled in her arms—exhaled his last breathe as the beast viciously deepened it's teeth into his throat—tearing it out, continued gorging into the warm flesh. April turned, cradling the infant in her arms and left the room—leaving the beast to peacefully feast as she continued walking out like nothing never happened and disappeared, leaving no trace.
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...to be continued in chapter thirty-one...
Oooh...can anyone tell me was that real or a dreamscape? Wonder myself, pretty frightening don't ya'll think? Certainly had me on the edge of my seat, I think that my poor tushie is defiantly tanned now, since I fell from my chair—waiting for the next part. Ouch! *rubbing my butt.* anyway see ya next time.
Read and review, until next time—tootles