Ch.9: Deja Vu
" And that's the news" said April, closing the broadcast in the news room " this is April O'Niel signing off,"
"Cut!" yelled a cameraman, and the cameras turned off.
April breathed a sigh of relief once the job was over with, wiping a bit a sweat from her brow.
"I'm glad that's all the chaos I have to deal with today," she said.
No sooner had April had spoken those words than another April barged in shocking the reporter on sight. The camera people looked bewildered. How in the world could there be two April's?
Ignoring other peoples stares, the second April immediately ran up to her counterpart, and handed a small white envelope over to her.
"There's no time to explain" said the Second April to the first " you have make sure that this note gets to Raphael, or else the Turtles will be doomed!"
With that last word, the Second April vanished completely from sight, leaving the original behind, alone and confused. Worried, April now looked down at the strange note she had in her hand, and wondered what could be so important about it.
"Only one way to know for sure" said April " I have to take it to Raphael and find out,"
And with that thought in mind, April made a dash for the sewers.
Meanwhile, in a different time, haunting shadows cast upon the dim-litted walls of factory complex, as an older Donatello sat scribbling something down on his desk.
A small, nervous voice soon interrupted the genius with his work.
"Donny" said Mikey, as he walked into the room " Do you think he's better yet?"
The purple-banded turtle sighed as he put down his pen, knowing instantly what his orange-masked brother was talking about.
"I don't know yet Mikey" said Don " I've sent April back with a message, but I don't know if it will be good enough to change things,"
"Well we have to try something" said Mikey, turning his head over to the self-made living room "He's scaring me with all this silence, it's like we're not even here,"
"I know what you mean" said Don, following Michelangelo's gaze " that experience with Crimelord really hit him hard,"
"Poor Raph," said Mikey, under his breath.
Almost as if hearing his name mentioned, the shadowed, red-masked turtle got up from the box he was sitting on, and focused his amber gaze right on the flickering T.V. set.
A low growl escaped from the turtle's throat, and his dark green hands tightly gripped on his sai.
With a fearsome roar, Raphael lunged at the T.V. set, and sliced the electronic drone to pieces. The vent of fury did barely anything to quell the anger burning in the turtle's blood.
Crimelord was gonna pay! Oh yes, he would pay!
Meanwhile, in the present, Crimelord was patiently waiting on his island for his own prey to arrive.
The trap had been set. The bait had been caught. Now all he needed was the prize.
The prize of seeing Raphael suffer by his own hands.