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03-11-2003, 01:44 PM
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Mike
"Ok." Mike said with a grin, dropping down beside her unexpectedly. He was lying down beside where she was sitting, with his head on the side of the ledge and his legs lying out toward the center of the roof. He had his hands behind his head and was simultaneously looking up at the night sky and Randi's face. He just smiled warmly.
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03-11-2003, 01:47 PM
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Randi rested her weight against one hand while her other hand gripped the picture still in her pocket. "Life's a real ****, you know that?"
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03-11-2003, 01:50 PM
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Mike smiled. "You're talkin' to the guy that had blood on his hands before he was even 13, darlin'."
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03-11-2003, 01:53 PM
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03-11-2003, 01:56 PM
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((I'm not sure how old the TMNT were in issue 9 of the Mirage series.... but they were younger than 13, so I'm gonna assume they were about 10))
"Damn," Mike replied, looking up at Randi's face. "You were only 8 when had your first kill??"
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03-11-2003, 02:23 PM
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03-11-2003, 02:26 PM
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Leo sighed, realizing that he and Raph were now left alone in Randi's room. "Nothings wrong... just that picture... Randi apparently knows other mutants." [quote] "Eh? Like who?!?" Raph demanded turning off the game and standing up. |
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03-11-2003, 04:10 PM
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Donatello left, running back to the lair in anger. Dammit... if the world just had to turn against me, why couldn't they have done it sooner? Donatello was so angry that he had caused a life to fall near depression, or so it seemed. Donatello continued running, the wind trying to force him back. Sudden emotions surged through him..."
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You know what? Maybe it's HER who's the problem. Not to toot my own horn, but I tried to swallow my own damn pride and put her feelings before mine at the time being, and she still couldn't see that! Donatello thought to himself. He continued running faster and faster, wanting to get to the lair as soon as possible. He needed internet buddies to speak to, people he never knew, but were always there to speak. Of course, they didn't know he was a mutant, let alone a turtle! He continued his sprint, until he ran into a rather large figure. He met eye-to-eye with one of the thugs... he could remember the face... the mark on his left eye. This wasn't something he needed right now. "You..." the figure said, and wrapped a hand around Donatello's throat, lifting him right off the ground. Donatello kicked his feet and tried grasping and removing the thug's hand from his neck, but he was just too weak to carry on. He was choking... suffocating... "No one here to save yo punk a** now!" the thug said, squeezing the neck, applying even more pressure than before. Donatello began to blank-out, and out of desperation, kicked the thug in the groinal area. The thug moaned in pain, and threw Donatello like a rag doll unto an empty street. Donatello skid across the ground several times, wounds and lacerations forming all over his skin. He struggled to get up, but his spirit was stolen by Randi... Randi had become his Shang Tsung, he was lifeless inside... and was bound to be lifeless literally in a couple of seconds. "No mo' games punk!" the thug yelled, as he ran and kicked Donatello in the abdomen. Donatello was launched off of his knees and to the solid pavement, now seeing nothing but black.......
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03-11-2003, 04:17 PM
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Get up...
No... stay down! Get up!!! He can't... Why not? Because he's meeting his end. He's about to die. Think about your family, kid! Get up now... as you said, words can't bring you down. Do you want to die a hypocrite? Or would you like to fight and clear your name? You did your best kid... you hurt one person, there's no need to do it again! Donatello's conscience was trying to reach him, he had probably one more beating to take until he gave up the fight... the fight of life, the fight of existence. He wanted to remember those days before there was Randi, where he could get along and never worry about things like this. He never knew that accepting Randi into his life would cause anguish and trouble... he just wanted to get to the lair, and now... he would have to go to another lair... a lair in limbo. Donatello tried to push himself up, but collapsed on the ground, a river of blood rushed out of his mouth. If only Randi could see what she's done ot me now! he though to himself.
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03-11-2003, 04:47 PM
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Mike
Randi was about to reply, when Michelangelo lifted his head. He could sense his brother's ki relatively nearby. And it was wavering.
"Don?" He said with a worried tone in his voice.
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03-11-2003, 04:52 PM
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Randi stood up, frowning deeply.
Something was wrong... seroiusly wrong. "Mike... go back to the loft, wait for that Casey guy." She ordered, "Don't follow me or anything like that... got that?" She didn't wait for an answer. "And hold onto this for me until I get back." She pulled the picture out of her pocket and handed it to him before sprinting off. Where was he? She had to find him... 'Randi, its you're own damn fault... you know that... you turned against the guy just because he was something to vent your anger against and now look! You can barely sense his presence! If he dies, his bloods on you! He won't die, Don won't die; he cant, I won't let him.' If you can hear me Don, hold on... she called out, singling out Don's mind. please just hold on... I'm coming... ....The picture, now in Mike's hand was of Randi--she actually looked happy--and a male turtle just a bit taller and thinner than mike... On the back was the words: 'I'll always be there for you.' |
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03-11-2003, 04:52 PM
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Donatello writhed, as the thug had beat him senseless. Donatello reached out a hand, hoping that someone would eventually get to him before the thug would. A cry for help, he couldn't take the pain... he was too hurt inside to even try and defend himself outside. Miiiikeeeeey.... h... h... elp me! he yelled in his head.
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03-11-2003, 05:08 PM
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Michelangelo looked at the picture for a moment. "But what? Is that...."
He then focused his senses on the immediate problem. He could hear his brother calling out to him. He was in pain. Mike then knew couldn't do what Randi had 'ordered'.... "Dammit! I'm sorry Randi, but he is MY brother!" he thought out loud. Mike knew he was MUCH faster than Randi and was MUCH more familiar with Don's ki. It was idiotic for him to stay behind and Randi go in. "And I'll be damned if I let him die!!" He tucked the picture safely into a hidden compartment in his belt and darted off in the direction of Don's ki. His speed was almost three times that of Randi's. "Hang on, Donny... I'm comin'!"
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03-11-2003, 09:37 PM
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Randi saw Mike pass her up and growled... if he was going in he could at least give her the picture back... it was the only one of him that she still had!
But pictures weren't important right now... Only Don was. ~~~~ Leonardo looked to Raphael sensing the problem. "I guess the little plan's on hold for now, bro." He said and knowing Raph would follow, dashed out of the appartement and onwards to Donatello. ~~~~ Li stepped out of her room fully dress to a... completely empty appartment. "Hrn... well this isn't good." |
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03-11-2003, 09:49 PM
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Donatello felt a dark presence over him, the shadow of the thug. Donatello remained motionless... he didn't want to mess up Li's plan, but it just came up. He knew in his mind that he would die upsetting two people:
Randi for breaking her down and Li for ruining her plans. He didn't want life to end this way... but it was. The thug placed a boot on top of Donatello's head ready, to give him the final stomp to finish him off. The thug pressed the boot against Donatello's head, a sign of an ending to his life. "Nobody invades our territory and gets away with it!" the thug threatened, applying more pressure to Don's temple.
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AZRAEL TO THE... RESCUE?!?
The thug was knocked away from donatello and pumbled down to the ground by a blur of white. This same white blur took care of several other thugs before turning it's pale blue eyes on Donatello.
Azrael stood over Donatello for a brief moment looking like the angel of death that he should have been so many eons ago. His wings spread out to their fullest; he bent down and picked the turtle up and left the establishment... He flew high into the darkening sky, Donatello still in his arms... |
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03-11-2003, 11:48 PM
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Donatello laid in Azrael's arms, unconscious, near death. His arms dangled over his head, as his legs dangled as well. Donatello felt the air push against him, but he was too dazed, to out-of-it to recognize what was going on.
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03-12-2003, 10:21 AM
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Michelangelo looked up toward the direction he felt Don's ki to be.... he was being flown by some white-haired weirdo.
"Hey!!" Michelangelo yelled to Azrael. "Put him down!!"
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Randi finally reached Mike's point and saw the angel with her own eyes, "...Cherubim?"
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