Lol, I usually don't do this, but I wondered how I could do something like this. Okay, I just renamed all the chapters. Instead of the whole chapter 1 part 2 thing. ^^ I think I did pretty well. I need to know what you readers think of the current relationship between Cally and Don. Not dating, but like how their rather timid around each other at first? Yes, there is a reason that Don is unusually hasty at warming up to Cally.
I looked about the hall as I poked my head out my door. No one. I wondered why they didn't just keep me as prisoner or something.
Stairs, I was looking for stairs. I tiptoed up the hall, in opposite direction of Karai's room.
There was a turn to the left. A one-ways turn, if you didn't plan on takeing the elevator.
I peered around the corner. Again, no one. Silence. Something inside me told me this was too easy. Something else inside me told me it was good easy.
The door stood at the end of the hall, beckoning with the mind, leading to the staircase. And on at the top of the staircase was another door, entering to the top room. It was the room where this whole thing started.
I could hear my heart in my ears, pulsing fear. I swallowed before I made a break for the door. My bare feet stock to the hard wood floor, making noise against the fact I was on my toes.
I reached for the door knob, afraid someone would just come out of no where. I turned the knob and turned it slowly, as it started to creak I swung it open just enough to get through. The staircase was pitch dark, deathly dark. At least there was a mounted lantern here and there throughout the hall, but this was dark.
I was going to have to feel my way up the stairs. Wishing I had a flashlight or anything to give off light, I slipped inside, closing the door manually. It squeaked a little, and I flinched every time.
When the door shut, the staircase suddenly seemed colder. I turned around and trudged forward, slowly, until I felt a step at my toes. I reached for the railing and gripped it.
My heard could still be heard. The darkness suddenly seemed to be attempting to encase me in it's black, icy grip; and I expected blood shot red eyes to find me through the dark barrier every where I looked. Or perhaps, they would find me and really keep me as a prisoner.
I continued to feel my way up the steps with my feet, refusing the let go of the rail. Then, I felt a step too high to step up. It had to be the door. I felt like I had been trapped in the darkness feeling up steps for hours. I pressed my ear to the door. Silence.
I fumbled for the door knob for a moment, before I finally found its cool metal. Before I opened the door completely, I peeked in though a crack. This door didn't creak. The room was dark, but the moonlight seeped in through the windows, making everything seeable. I slipped inside, glancing around nervously. It was just me and the ruined armor. The soft light made everything have a shade of grey. Even the bright red rounded pitchfork over the door was a rather deep shade of grey.
I tiptoed across the tatami mats, glancing constantly at the armor, half expecting it to be watching my every move. As I came to the double doors below the red mark, I took the handle, as I did I realized with a sunken heart that I had left Socky on the bed. The only thing I had left from my parents. I couldn't go back now. He would have to stay here. I sighed.
I slowly opened the left door, still debating whether to get Socky or not. For obvious reasons, I sadly left him. I slipped outside, once again, closing the door quietly behind me.
I needed to find a staircase down the side of the building, just like at the orphanage. Our bakery building hadn't been big enough for one. But there should be one, I hoped.
I looked to the left. Maybe over there? Then, I saw a shape on the next building. It looked like Raph…and was that a duffle bag?
It definitely looked like Raph. I couldn't call out, someone might hear. So I waved desperately. Luckily, he was looking in my direction so he bounded forward and gave a leap to cross gap in between the buildings. The jump scared me, I had never seen anyone do that.
When he landed, I saw it wasn't Raph. This one was a lighter shade of green and wore a purple mask.
"You're not Raph…" I said slowly, not quite sure what to say. He had to be one of Raph's brothers.
He looked at me. His face was a lot softer, his mouth wasn't in a frown, and his eyes were more round instead of narrowed. "No…" He replied slowly, looking just as uncomfortable. "I'm not." He rubbed behind his head, looking rather embarrassed.
"You're one of his brothers, aren't you?" I knew he was, but how else to approach.
He looked at me again and gave a slight smile. "Yeah, Donatello."
I heard some ruckus come from inside. "Uhm…you're here for me?" I started shifting my feet rather hastily; we had to get out of here.
Donatello nodded, "Yah, here." He bent down, "Get on my back." He sounded awkward about the idea, I was too. But I was desperate too, so I got on. He held under my knees to keep me on. I had to hold his shoulders. It was rather odd…because of his shell. "Ready?" Donatello asked, standing up rather fast to have someone on his back.
"As much as I need to be," I replied, and with that he took off. Bounding across buildings was terrible. Every time he did, I could just picture him missing and falling. He only slowed once, to get me to adjust the duffle bag.
Finally he stopped on top of what appeared to be an old warehouse. To my unexpected horror, Donatello jumped down into the alleyway.
Even when we were on the ground I refused to open my eyes.
"Cally?"
"Hm?"
"That is your name?"
"Yeah."
"You're cutting of my shoulder's blood circulation."
"Oh," I opened my eyes, releasing his shoulders. "Sorry." He let got of me and I had to regain balance when I was on the ground.
"You okay?" Donatello asked, putting a hand on my back to help stable me.
"Yeah…" I muttered a bit dizzy. "It's just, I'm not used to traveling that way," I smiled shyly.
"Oh, right," He started rubbing behind his head again. Must be rather shy. "I wasn't used to it at first either," He smiled back.
I felt my smile grow, realizing another piece of the promise had been fulfilled. "You know," I smirked, "you're nothing like Raph."
Donatello laughed, "There's something I never realized." The light sarcasm was obvious. He walked over to a sewer lid and lifted it up before setting it back down to the side. "Ladies first," he stepped aside, gesturing to the dark, black hole. "I'll help you."
"Okay," I walked over to the hole and looked down into it, skeptical.
Donatello smiled sympathetically, "Here. Hold onto my hands till your low enough to grab the ladder with your hands." He held out both his hands. I nodded, and reached to take them. "Turn around first, it'll make it easier."
I did so, back to the sewer opening. "But scarier," I commented. The pity that grew on Donatello's soft smile told me that he was soft to other people. But even the soft people have a limit. I took both his hands and felt for the ladder with one foot. When I found it I put my other foot on it. I slowly went down until I was low enough to grab the handle. Donatello had a flashlight so he lit up the ladder so I could see where I was going.
When I was down, he called down, "Catch!" Before he dropped the flashlight. It danced on the tips of my hands before I finally caught it. When I looked up he was already in front of me.
Donatello was looking around until he pointed the way I was facing. "This way." I handed him the flashlight, allowing him to lead. I didn't want to; I had no idea where we were going.
As we walked, he started talking. "How long have you known Raph?"
Donatello already knew about me, but Raph had always said when we were little that no one knew about him coming up so I decided to lie. "Only a few months, about a week after my mom's bakery moved into town." That was about when I re-met him.
"Mm…How long have you two been going out?"
I started coughing, out of shock. "We're n-not going out. Did Raph tell you we were?"
"Ah," Donatello sighed, "Raph doesn't know about me knowing about you. I'm the only one other than Raph that knows about you. Which is why I'm going to have to hide you."
"Hide me?" That worried me a bit. Hide me where?
"Yeah, don't worry, in my room," Donatello turned and gave me another pity smile with a little discomfort.
"Oh, okay, and uh Donatello?"
"What? Oh, you can call me Don."
"Okay, Don, do I get to talk to Raph?" I wanted to see him badly, show him I was okay.
Don shook his head, still walking, "Not till it's safe. No one else can know. Plus, he's sick right now."
"With what?" Mutant turtles got sick?
"It's an infection," He sighed.
"Oh…poor Raph." I wondered where he got the cut.
"Poor Raph?" Don laughed. "Oh… sorry," He gave a little smile, "I've just never heard anyone pity Raph."
"Yep."
"Will he be okay?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah, as long as he does as instructed."
"Okay." Then something hit me that should have when Don first said he was there for me. "How did Raph know I was alive? And how did you know where I was?"
Don sighed. A bad sigh. I looked down into the sewer water that I could hardly make out in the darkness. "I wasn't your first rescue mission," he murmured. "Raph went first, but Karai caught him. She told him you hated him, and that was enough. Obviously, he already felt guilty for not being there when your parents were killed.
"Stupid Karai," I muttered. She was such a brat. Then my thoughts flickered back to poor Socky, left alone. The only thing left…
Don gave a short laugh, "Karai doesn't exactly love us."
I snorted, "Obviously not." I felt full of disgust. Who did Karai think she was?
We walked a little in silence, mine in fuming silence, before Don spoke, "Here we are."
I cocked my head. It looked like a normal brick wall, just like the rest of the sewer.
"Cally, get on here," I turned to see Don rolling out a round dolly, with foot holds that looked almost like they came of a snowboard.
I nodded and put on of my feet in the hold, which he snapped into place around my shoe. He held it steady so I could get my other foot in the other hold, he also snapped that one into place. "What is this for?" I asked, staring down at my feet, waiting for them to betray me and leave me to fall on my bottom.
"Getting you through without being seen," Don explained, holding a teal tarp. He draped it over me, consuming me in teal darkness.
"You really went all out," I smirked. "Thanks."
"Well…uh…something had to be done. Shredder's not exactly the best person around…"
"Shredder?" Who was Shredder?
"He's the one that had you there. He wants to kill us. Now, stand still and be quiet."
I nodded, and then tried to stiffen to prevent myself from accidentally moving. I heard beeping and the sound of a sliding door, a bit one. So they disguised there home! Clever.
Then a voice spoke, reminding me to stay still. "Hey! Donnie, what you got?"
Donnie? I smiled, it sounded better than Don, to me. Don pushed me forward. "A project, Mikey."
"Ooh!" Mikey cooed. "Can I see?"
"No!" Donnie snapped as I saw a shadow appear from behind the tarp.
"Well…see…it's a surprise."
Great, Don, how ya gonna cover that one up? I thought miserably.
"Awesome!" I heard Mikey clap his hands together. He seemed like a fun character.
"Donatello, when you put that in your room, can I talk to you about something?" a different voice called.
"Hm? Oh, sure, Leo," Don replied. "I'll be there in a minute."
Leo? Could he be Lysander? Well…his reincarnation.
I didn't hear Raph. Perhaps he was sleeping.
All I hoped for since my parents' death was right there, the fulfillment of the promise. All I had to do was move the tarp. But I couldn't or else it would be gone as soon as it was there.
Don said I had to wait till it was safe. How long would that be?
