Perseverance | By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 9920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
I’m not making any money from this and I don’t own the Nina Turtles, I’m just borrowing them for a while.
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Leo and Don travelled up to the surface together, climbing out in a dark alley behind a dumpster. The manhole cover scraped as they slid it back into place, but otherwise they made no sound. They exchanged solemn looks and then parted; Don climbed up a fire escape to the rooftops and Leo disappeared down the alley.
Donatello ran along the roofs, leaping silently from building to building, travelling quickly to all of Mikey’s favourite hangouts. Mikey had been unaccounted for for twenty-six hours now. Don jumped across a particularly large gap, gracefully rolled to his feet and kept running. He thought of a cop he’d seen on tv once who said that the longer a person was missing, the less chance there was of getting them back.
“What if Shredder’s got him? What if he’s lying hurt somewhere waiting for us? What if... what if...” that thought was too terrible.
Don came to a stop on a low roof across from Mikey’s favourite pizza place. How many times had Mikey dragged them all here? Then he saw it. Shining in the gutter was a very dirty, very broken Turtle Comm.
Don looked up and down the street, saw no one and jumped off the roof. He grabbed the lamppost in mid-air and swung himself down to the ground. He grabbed the Comm and dashed across the street, ducking behind the pizza parlour. Don hid behind a couple of big garbage cans and examined the smashed piece of equipment.
“Let’s see if I can pump some juice into this sucker” he whispered to himself, pulling out his own Comm. He lay them both down on the ground at his knees and dug through the garbage until he found a bit of tin foil which he twisted into a tight stick. He pulled the cover off the battery on his Comm and used the foil to carry the current across to the receptor on Mikey’s.
The broken communicator made a few pathetic beeps, and let out a flurry of sparks. Don looked nervously around, hoping that no one would notice the light. He pressed the clock button and through the cracked screen he saw 1:04am. “That’s when the Comm must have broken”, he thought. April said he’d left her place at about 12:30. “April’s place is only about fifteen minutes away from here,” he thought, “So if Mike left her and came directly here, there’s nearly twenty minutes of time that’s unaccounted for”.
Suddenly the back door of the pizza place flew open. Don flattened himself against the ground behind the cans, hardly breathing. A fat, tired-looking man stepped out and threw a huge bag of trash his way. “Honey, I’m too tired to even walk to the damn garbage cans. Let’s close up and go home” he shouted as he went back in. A woman’s voice shouted back “Closing up early won’t pay the -” the door shut behind him and Donatello was alone again.
He pulled a tiny flashlight out of his pocket and examined Mikey’s Comm more closely. Something dark was stuck in the hinges. “It’s either pizza sauce or congealed sewer water,” he thought. Then he licked it to see. It wasn’t pizza sauce. But it wasn’t sewer goop either. It tasted coppery. It was blood.
Don flipped open his own Turtle Comm. “Guys...”.
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