Lost

Chpt. 3

It had the same sense as all the other dreams, I know it must be my past, I just can't grasp how. I was on what appeared to be a space ship and I was fighting Karai, the only thing I could feel was betrayal. I hate it that I can grasp the past like that and forget it so quickly, I guess that's the only reason I bother to do such a stupid thing like write in a journal. I guess that's all in the past though…but the foot and the purple dragons have been fighting a gang war over me since I first appeared to them three months ago. All I try to do is stop a mugging and the next thing I know half the city wants me! I must have really been popular…damn I need to go…this damned book isn't going to read itself.

Yawning he set his pen down and began to flip through the pages of the book. So far none of it looked like it matched the pendant, everything in the book seemed far off from it. Gently he just threw the book aside and laid back down on the bed, drifting off to sleep clinging tightly to his necklace.

Exhausted was nothing compared to the way Don felt, he had been researching 'pendants' all night and all day yesterday to figure out what Karai was talking about. He just couldn't place it, he was going to snap if he had to look at one more Japanese pendant that could possibly be what she was talking about. His head finally hit down on the desk, breathing hard, he had no leads. No pendants related to Japan (his first guess to what she was talking about) had been stolen three years ago around the time his brother had disappeared.

"Give it up bro, the girl obviously cracked," Raph said walking into the room, "She probably couldn't take it that she killed Leo…" they both looked away at the mention of the name, but Raph regained composure quickly to prove his point.

"She probably imagined the whole 'pendant' thing and just wants a reason for us to come and fight her so she can prove our bro's alive, but when we get there she'll snap and start talking to herself then try to murder us or something…" he said coolly, Don could see where that made sense, but there was still one major hole in that story.

"What about Hun? He accused Leo of the same thing…" Don said softly trying to put the pieces together in his head, turning back to the computer slowly, typing in stolen artifacts and three years ago. Only one thing came up.

"Raph," he said softly staring at the screen in disbelief, Raph stepping forward, "There was a pendant stolen three years ago…but it was off a statue and the museum ruled it as lucky because the statue was worth more then its pendant…"

"So? What's this have to do with the stupid pendant?" Raph growled.

"Meaning the Foot and Purple Dragon know something that even museum curators don't know, the curators just assumed it was as worth full as dirt after glancing at it, but the foot and the Purple Dragon are willing to kill each other over it!" Raph continued to just stare at him.

"What's this got to do with finding April?" Don just simply smiled at him and ran toward the door.

"Everything! If I can make a copy of the stone, we'll just give it to Karai and times she notices a difference, we'll be gone!" he acclaimed flinging on the trench coat and hat.

"Where you going?"Raph demanded marching over to him.

"To the library," he hurriedly pronounced, "I need to find what the stone looked like! It will sure to be in an art book somewhere!"

Don didn't know the meaning of tired till he began looking though art books. None of them spoke anything about the statue or its pendant. He felt like he had hit another dead end, his head hitting the table.

"Are you sure you don't have anything else on history or conspiracy theories?" Don's head jumped up to that voice, he'd know it anywhere. His head shot back to the front counter to see an averaged height man with long black hair, it seemed to be an ordinary young boy in a long black jacket, jeans and thick boots. But that was only to the naked eye. Don knew it was him when he saw the fingers. He only had three; the glove he was wearing couldn't hide that.

"I'm sorry, young man, but I think you've read them all! I've never seen kids your age read so many books related to history!" the old librarian replied sweetly making the other sigh.

Don jumped up as fast as he could as he heard the door snap close. He ran out to the front of the library, there was no one there. He must be going crazy.

Karai couldn't stop pacing around her room. She knew they had taken the bait, but where were they? She snarled under her breath.

"I should have killed him and taken the pendant when I had the chance to!" she growled darkly her pace quickening.

"Mistress Karai!" a voice acclaimed rushing into the room, making her eyes slit at the sight of him.

"What?" she acclaimed making the soldier shake staring at her.

"Mistress, the turtle, Leonardo was just spotted by one of the scouts!" he acclaimed, making Karai's heart stop beating as frantically.

"Where is he? Are his brother's nearby?" she questioned wondering if they were about to strike.

"No mistress, he is in down town Brooklyn and our scout's have spotted two of his brothers all the way across town," he said simply bowing to Karai as she smiled softly picking up a small ornament sitting upon the fireplace mantelpiece in front of her.

"Perfect," she said with a smile crushing the object between her fingers," I want him alive, I wish to crush him myself."

Raph wasn't about to wait for Don to get back. He had to find out what the foot where up to on his own. A figure was caught from the corner of his eye, making him growl.

"What is it, Mike?" softly his brother stepped from the shadows.

"Raph, we need to find Don, he's been gone an hour…" he pleaded making Raph growl louder.

"He left on his own…" he snarled, his arm being grabbed by his brother.

"Fine! We'll go watch him flip through books and then maybe we'll all live in Karai's fantasy world!" he yelled, making Mike smile, Raph was too easy.

His nose still stuck in the book, he jumped from the roof tops, the sun sinking behind him. I can't believe none of these books have anything to do with this damn pendant! I'm desperate enough to look through Harry Potter! I used my dinner money to buy this book, so it better have something to…I'm mad, I'm insane, I've gone crazy, I'm not going to deny it anymore!

Growling under his breath, he chucked the book off the roof top, sliding his hand in his pocket slowing his pace to watch the sun go down. Something about it just made him feel like he almost rembering something. Something important, clinching his head, he saw it near black and white the foot surrounding him. As he softly opened his eyes, he wished that would have stayed in his head as caught foot surrounding him.

"The mistress asks that you come with us quietly, if you don't wish for blood shed.." the foot ninja in front stated putting his hand towards him, making the other smirk.

"Yeah, I'll come quietly," he said making the ninja straighten in relief, "When my lifeless body hits the ground…"

Swiftly he round housed the ninja in front, knocking him to the ground, then slammed himself through the ninja surrounding him. He was too tired to care about the foot right now, if Karai wanted him so bad, she could find him herself. Shooting across the roof tops, he jumped into an abandoned alley. He could hear the foot behind him on the roof tops, but he had nowhere to go from here…except, he reluctantly looked at the manhole in front of him. Then sighed in frustration hearing the foot getting closer, quickly and as quietly as he could, he jumped into the sewer.

"Can't get much lower than this," he groaned feeling the water soaking into his boots and putting weight upon his pants, but kept running as he heard someone cry:

"Down here! He went this way!" sliding slightly, he kept running through the sewer, almost feeling a familiar sense about it all.

Cutting another corner he saw a door, it must have been a control room or something, but why was it so deep in the sewer? Swiftly he shot through the door and shut it silently, as if nothing had made it open. His heart beat faster as he heard them run past the door and sighed in relief as he heard the last splash hurry by the door.

His eyes scanned the place it appeared to be a home. But it had the sense of being abandoned, dirt covered mostly everything in the room, mold was growing on the dishes in the kitchen, but it had a comforting vibe to it as well that he couldn't describe.

"This place," he whispered, "It's like a memory from a dream…"

Blowing dust off the mantelpiece, a picture of an old rat came into view making him tilt his head. A vision of him being held close by the rat flashed through his mind before disappearing completely making him shake his head softly. There was a jar behind the picture with ' remains' written on it in fancy hand writing, and candles on both sides of the picture with spider webs running up it.

He smiled softly to himself, "We're a lot alike by the looks of it, I was forgotten by the world too…"

Without thinking much he brushed the spider webs off the candles and lit them up with a lighter he pulled out of his jacket pocket, bowing his head softly for a few seconds. He could hear foots steps outside the door and thought the worst; silently he slipped out the back way before he was seen.

"Raphael! You know nothing about art! How can you just throw together a pendant?" Don groaned opening up the door.

"I'm just saying it would be easier—"he cut himself off staring at the fresh water drops on the floor, his mouth opened, but instantly dropped to the thing Mike was pointing at with a shaky finger.

The candles on the mantelpiece were lit up, bouncing off their master's picture, making his eyes flicker at them in an almost accusing way.