Lost
Chpt. 2
(Three years later)
A soft groan escaped the turtle as he came into the dirty room and collapsed onto the dirty, tattered mattress. His eyes hitting the clock on the old night stand, 8:30 am, he groaned again his fingers running across his necklace. Then softly sighing he reached under the bed and pulled out a tattered journal that looked like it had been tossed around and thrown into water one too many times. The soft sound of scratching soon filled the room.
Damn, the foot where at it all night. I don't know what exactly they want, or why they even care that I exist but they do. But you know what? I don't really mind, the leader is kinda cute when she starts calling me 'filthy turtle scum' 'insolent creature' and my favorite 'Inferior, ignorant filth!' its really got a ring to it when she spits all the syllables at you…but I got to say those names don't have the same charm when Hun of the purple dragons start spitting them at me…
Ps: I had that dream again, this time though Karai was in it! I must be going crazy to dream about that bitch…she does have a certain charm I suppose. I promise to describe it later when I have the time.
Softly his eyes closed only to be opened again by the sound of the alarm clocking buzzing. Rubbing his eyes softly, he wrote one last note in the journal before leaving the room, his disguise still on from being out last night.
I think I've almost figured out what exactly my pendant is. I just need to find something more specific about it today, but that's pretty hard when not even the people in the museums know what it is…I just need to figure out the language…I'm so close I can taste it, but I digress.
…
Donatello sat wrapping bandages around his younger brother who was covered head to toe in bruises from last night's fight with the purple dragons. Raph was pacing the room, reminding Don of a tiger in its cage anxious to kill the first thing it came upon. Mike groaned in pain as he tightened the bandages.
"What the fuck was Hun talking about?" Raph barked finally unraveling his pent up anger, "Our brother is dead! What fucking right does he have to talk about him? Especially like that…"
Don sighed, he tried to forget what Hun had said,"Raph, let it go…"
"No! I'm not letting this one go! He called my brother a thief!" he yelled his fist pounding down against the wall, Don didn't even flinch he just pretended nothing was happening, every time he mentioned his brother(he hadn't even spoken his name in three years) he was slammed against the wall and Raph yelled 'It's your fault!' or some other recurring theme like so at him. Don half expected it was because it was actually his fault and didn't hesitate to remind him when he got like that.
"Come on guys, this is no time to start a fight," Mike said with his optimistic smile, "Maybe Leo isn't dead like Hun said…he seemed pretty determined to find him and you don't say those kinda desperate things about a dead man…"
They both glared at him at the mention of the name, making Mike flinch and duck down. Don just simply shook his head, wrapping the badges around Mike too tightly like a boa constrictor tightening down upon its prey.
"Well Mike that might be, but…you saw the blood! It was all over that alley! No sighn of the foot, no sighn of anyone! If he did survive, the foot must have gotten to him and its been three years! They wouldn't let him live that long!" Don was at the point of tears now, he wished he could be so optimistic, but facts were facts, "Hun is obviously messing with our heads Mike!"
Mike's smile dropped as he watched his brothers start to fight again. They both blamed each other and just lost it when their brother was mentioned. Sighing he just put his head sets on and let them fight it out, he knew Leo was out there and he hoped he would be back soon to restore order before Raph and Don killed each other.
"Don't tell me it was my fault again, Raphael! You're the one who told him to leave and shoved him out the door! He would have stayed if you wouldn't have kicked him out!"
"Don't you start that again, Donatello! You're the one who told him to leave! If you didn't say anything, he would be here!"
"Yeah, well you aged him on, you and your Minuscule brain!"
"Maybe you're not as smart as you think you are! I was grieving and not thinking straight and you just let me say that!" Both of them had their fists clinched, but then simply growled under their breathes.
"I DON'T HAVE TO TAKE THIS!" they both screamed, Don marching off to the lab and Raph going, to somewhere. The front door and the lab door slamming in unison making Mike sigh and turn up the volume of his CD player.
…
Books were pilled all around him as he sat in the corner of the library, flipping through every book he could find on history, languages modern and ancient, and even conspiracy books that talked of alien languages and culture. He was even desperate enough to yank down every book the library had on fictional books that had anything at all to do with amulets. He threw down the book he was reading through about ancient artifacts and culture. His hands clinging to the sides of his head as a head ache began to form. I might as well just look through Harry Potter! This is getting me no where! Sighing he rested his head against the wall and just grabbed a book at random from the pile next to him, hoping to have better luck latter.
…
"Donny?" Mike said through the door only hearing a small grunt in response, "Listen…I think it could be possible, Maybe he's just too proud to come home, you know maybe in his mind he feels like he needs to be a better leader or something."
"Well where is he then Michelangelo? Huh?" Don was obviously still mad about the whole fight with Raph and didn't wish to talk about anything to do with the topic. Mike sighed walking away from the door, If Splinter were here, he'd believe me! Maybe I'll have to find my brother on my own if they're going to be such jerks!
Without saying anything Mike began to step out the door, problem was someone was in his way.
….
Casey Jones stood there looking more defeat then Mike had ever seen him or ever thought he would look. His hair was messy, his eyes were blood shot, no little happy smile or even looking like he had news about anything, he just simply looked destroyed and desperate.
"They took her, Mike, they took her…" Casey cried clinging to Mike's shoulders, making his mind spin as he shook him quickly, "They took her…"
"Who?" Mike asked with a small gulp not knowing what to do seeing Casey Jones cry pitifully.
"April! The foot has April!" he cried into Mike's shoulder, Mike nervously just patting his shoulder and desperately yelling for his brother.
...
"This doesn't seem like the foot's style," Don said hypocritically staring at the tape Casey handed him, "We don't have anything of the foot's, we haven't even fought with them since Splinter died! Why now would they want to start threatening us?"
"Just play the damn tape already," Casey said through sobs, Mike handing him a tissue and just shrugging to Don's concerned and confused look. Softly Don slid the tape into their old VCR.
A fuzzing screen softly came to life, followed by the camera coming into focus in a dark room. April's threats and cries were the only noises on the screen, then the lights flickered on in the darkened room to find April chained to the wall helplessly. A foot ninja instantly came into view, knocking April out to stop her struggling.
"Good evening, Turtles," Karai's voice said almost sweetly, her figure coming into view of the screen, her long legs striding swiftly in front of April to a chair in the center of the room. She wore a dazzling Chinese style red dress with a dragon cutting across it and a slit up the thigh.
Her arms had black lacey gloves running up them, she looked more like she was going to a dinner party then she was about to kill their friend. She sat straight in a lady like position in the chair with a smile on her face.
"As you can see I have something of yours," she spoke calmly then anger sparked into her eyes as contiued,"And your insolent brother Leonardo has something of mine!"
At this point Don and Mike were looking to each other questioningly, but soon broke away from each other's gaze and back at the screen.
"Three years I have waited for what is mine," she rose from her chair at this point crossing the room towards April, "And I will not wait any longer!"
She drew a knife from a holder upon her leg and held it to April's throat, "Tell your Inferior, Ignorant filth of a brother to turn himself into me with the pendant or else!"
The blade softly slid across April's neck, Karai smirking at the camera as it went blank. Leaving the brothers staring at each other in shock.
