Chapter thirty-three
...Inside the sewer piping tunnel—Near the industrial area...
The were-terrapin, sniffed the air and could smell the scent of another—strange scent but it intoxicated his senses. Following the scent back to where it dwelled—grew faint and stale, the closer it got. Growing exhausted as the muscles began to hurt and tighten.
The were-terrapin fell into the burrow where the sudden faint scent, empowered the air. The green/black beast howled with agonizing pain as his body, began to change again—falling to the burrow floor and fell unconscious.
While under unconscious—the were-terrapin return back into his original form.
...Topside—outside the industrial area...
"You got to be kidding—Not this place, again." Don whiningly stated. The old rat glance his purple clad son and asked, wonderingly. "What do you mean—this place?"
"This is where, we first encounter the first beast, sensei." Leo explained, softly. "Let's finish it." Master Splinter replied, leading the way—leaping down the building's rooftop. Both Leo and Don followed.
Sniffing the scent—only to smell of blood on the ground that led to a rotting corpse. "How many bodies do we find before actually finding this—thing?" Don said, waving a hand across his face.
Following the bloody scent, until found the half eaten corpse then discovered the large bloody footprints leading away from the scene. "Here we go, again." Leo announced, statingly.
The old rat and two terrapins leapt into the sewerage piping and continued within—with the feeling of déjà vu hovering over them.
...back in the lair...
"Will you be ok?" Mikey asked, pulling away from the distraught mother-to-be. "Yeah, I'll be ok." April answered, softly. "Ok." Mikey replied, softly smiled then stood up and left April in the living room while he returned to check upon the sleeping occupant.
April sighed, running fingers through her fringe and leaned back against the couch top. Curiously wondered what the time could be—turning her wrist slightly and see the watch's face.
'6:00am?' April thought. 'Damn, it is that time already?'
Reaching over to the table and grabbed the remote then turned the television on—the early morning news was the first channel that appeared as the television finally switched on.
"This Rachelle Mitchells, reporting to you live from West 100th street, in Harlem of New York city. Since in-between 7:35pm last night and 5:45am this morning—a series of mysterious serial killings have swept across the state. The police are baffled by the amount of innocents were viciously murdered in matter of hours. This is the worst serial killings since the night of Bonnie & Clyde murders. Police have insisted a curfew for all New York residents to close up shops, small businesses and locked doors to your homes after 7pm tonight. As when or where the killings may begin or strike again."
"No one is too leave the safety of their homes—lock all doors, windows and for those have pets in backyards, bring them inside for their safety also. If you see the killers, do not try to confront them yourself—immediately call 911 and remain calm."
"This Rachelle Mitchells, reporting to you live—from the channel 4 morning news, back to you Allan."
Flicking to another channel and another news report on the same subject was reported but with more information on how many so far were murdered. As April watched and listened, her heartbeat fasten with every worrying breathe. Turning the television off and ran as fast she could to the bathroom when felt the urge to hurl.
Kneeling down on the floor, holding herself up from the toilet rim as she vomited the contents into the toilet. When finally felt hadn't the urge of vomit, slowly dropped upon the right side of her bottom and leaned against the wall—flushed the toilet and slowly took breathes to ease the sudden brought on agony in her abdomen.
Slowly stood to her feet, turned the tap on and rinsed her mouth of unwanted excess after taste. Reaching to the side, taking the towel from the rack and gently petted her mouth—quickly dried her lips of the wet substance of the water, then leaned on the sink rim and glared into the mirror reflection—staring at herself as she whispery said. "Have to tell him, he has to know. Sooner or later, he has to know."
...back in the tunnels...
Walking further within the tunnel, reached up behind their shells and un-sheathed their weapons. Master Splinter tightened his grasped upon his wooden walking stick for protection. Carefully sniffed the air for the scent as it was slightly over-powered, by other scents that also occupied the sewer tunnel. "Sensei?" the purple clad terrapin called, softly.
No response then finally a whispery warning to his terrapin sons. "Be careful, my sons."
"What is it, sensei?" the blue clad terrapin asked, whispery. "The beast is—here."
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...to be continued in chapter thirty-four...
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