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Writings of the Heart	By : meathead13 Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

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Thanks again for the reviews! Hope everyone is enjoying. I know I’m taking my sweet time
getting to the ‘good stuff’, but I value plot lines! Just remember, good things come to those who wait! ;0)
Chapter Three: Hostility
“We must leave here at once, my sons! This battle is becoming too much for us!”
“ But, where, Master? They’ll find us no matter where we go!”
Another loud boom echoed from outside the lair and Splinter pulled his sons in closer. “You must obey my wishes, Leonardo! Take your brothers and flee this place!”
The sound increased, drowning out the rest of Splinter’s words, and they were all thrown back as the explosions broke through the front door.
As Raphael laid trapped under the remnants of concrete and plaster, he cried out in pain, then again in anger. The worst fears of his family had come true, and he cursed himself for not taking action to save them.
But, in the distance, he heard the gentle voice of his oldest brother calling out his name, and Raphael realized that there was still hope that they would all be together again.
“Raphael?”
The red banded turtle forced his brown eyes open, only to close them again as the filtered light from a window burned his retinas. He tried again, allowing them to focus first before searching for the voice he had heard in his dream state.
“Leo?” His voice broke through his dry throat, making his Brooklyn accent come out even deeper.
“I’m here, bro. Everything is fine. You’re okay now.”
He then felt Leonardo’s hand wrap around his own, and a smile broke out along his face. But, it only lasted a few seconds before the pain of his injuries caught up with him.
“Ah, shit...,”
“Don’t move, Raph.” Leonardo held his brother’s shoulder down.
“Where’s-where’s Mikey?” Raphael cried out, not realizing he was still delirious from the loss of blood. “And Donny? Master Splinter? Where are they?!”
“Raph! Calm down!” Leonardo then grabbed Raphael’s other shoulder and used his short amount of strength to restrain him. “Don’t move around so much.”
“Wait a second,” Raphael stopped his excited squirming and finally took in his surroundings. “Where the Hell are we?!” His eyes darted across the pale rose colored walls and the deep brown dresser and matching armoire, and stopped at the cream curtains behind Leonardo’s head, almost disgusted by the feminine feel of the room. “Am I dead or somethin’?”
“No, you’re not dead,” Leonardo sighed, shaking his head.
Raphael moaned in pain as he shifted his weight around, hating the feel of the soft mattress under his shell. “Coulda fooled me.” He then lifted his hand up higher. “Here, help me sit up.”
Leonardo eyes the bandages that were strung across Raphael’s lower abdomen and threw his brother a worried look. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Like ya have the right ta tell me about good ideas at this point, Leo,” Raphael growled back, narrowing his brow. “Just help me sit up or I’ll do it myself!”
The tension between the two turtles grew for a moment before Leonardo placed his hands behind Raphael’s shell and gently pushed him up, stacking pillows against the headboard to support him. Leonardo sat back down on the side of the bed and stared out the window, losing himself in his thoughts, but was suddenly brought back when Raphael’s voice rose even higher.
“Ya let her bring us ta her house?! Leo, what the fuck were ya thinkin’?”
Leonardo whipped his head around, almost forgetting Carrie was still standing in the doorway of the guestroom, and it was obvious that her curiosity was now overcome with fear and hurt as Raphael’s harsh tone echoed in her head.
“After everythin’ we’ve been through, I can’t believe ya would allow another human ta see us! How do ya know she doesn’t work for them?” Raphael then turned his attention back to the blonde in the doorway. “ I shoulda broken yer neck when I had the chance ta!”
“Raphael! That’s enough!” Leonardo stood up, his fists clenched tightly, and his attempt to keep calm was failing fast. “She was trying to help us! You would have been dead if wasn’t for her!”
“Well, tell me were ta sign the Thank You card!” Raphael yelled back in a sarcastic tone.
“I can’t believe how inconsiderate you are!” Leonardo rose his voice to match the volume of his brother. “You don’t even care that she risked her own life to save us!”
“Is that supposed ta make me feel better?” Raphael let out a short laugh. “ After leavin’ our bros and father behind, is this yer way of makin’ up for things? By lettin’ some blonde bimbo lock us up in her house?!”
Carrie inhaled sharply, taking Raphael’s attention from his brother. His eyes glowed with an angry fire, almost burning right into Carrie’ soul, and she wanted nothing more than to flee back down the stairs, which was also something Raphael was more than happy to help her with.
“What are you lookin’ at?” His fiery irises narrowed in size.
“Uh, nothing. I-I just-,” Carrie stammered, her voice cracking.
“Nothin’, huh?” Raphael smiled wickedly. “Then how about ya do me a favor and- get the hell outta here!”
Carrie wasted no time as she backed out of the doorway and dashed down the stairs, brushing the tears from her face as she scurried away. Leonardo shut his eyes, then reopened them as he moved away from the bed. He stared back out the window, his mouth twisted into a disapproving frown, and his fists were still clenched tightly. Raphael saw the stern expression on his brother’s face and knew right away Leonardo was not happy with his outburst.
“What?!” Raphael yelled defensively. “ You got somethin’ else ta say ta me?”
Leonardo let out a sigh, then moved toward the door as he spoke in a calm, quiet voice. “I’ll be back with something to eat. Carrie made soup.”
“I ain’t eatin’ nothin’ that broad makes!” The red clad turtle screamed as Leonardo walked out of the door. “She probably poisoned the shit!”
“Whatever,” Leonardo muttered under his breath, only to curse himself for suddenly talking like his hot-tempered brother. He stumbled furiously back down the steps, his bare feet letting out heavy thuds as he moved back to the living room, searching for Carrie. But as soon as he stepped onto the blue carpeting, it soon became apparent to Leonardo that the fury of anger that was upstairs had dashed past him on the stairs and was now banging dishes around in the kitchen.
He neared the doorway and stood silently under the archway that led to the green ivy-decorated kitchen, and watched Carrie intensely as she nosily threw plates, pots and silverware around in the black dishwasher, her hands shaking as she worked.
“Carrie?”
She stopped when Leonardo spoke and grabbed the edge of the sink, leaning her weight against the chrome as she tried to steady her nerves. Leonardo took note of her tense body and cautiously moved into the kitchen behind her.
“Look, about what Raph said, he’s still a little-,”
“Maybe I should have just left the two of you out there!” Carrie shouted as she spun around and glared at Leonardo under her blonde bangs. “I don’t even know what the Hell I was thinking!”
“What? No, Carrie, listen,” Leonardo held up his open palms, still in shock by her sudden mood swing. “Don’t take anything my brother said to heart. He just-,”
“You know, my life, as boring and lonely as it may be, was fine! Now, all of the sudden, I’ve got two giant talking animals under my roof, one of which, is a complete ass, and I have no fucking idea why there are even here in the first place!”
It was then that Leonardo noticed Carrie’s shoulders shaking and the tears that ran down her flushed cheeks. She slid down the cabinets and hit the linoleum, gathering up her knees into her arms and laying her head into her lap. Leonardo sighed again as he shook his head and almost laughed at the fact that Carrie was just as emotionally unstable as his high-strung brother upstairs was, and it was getting hard to be the only sane one in the house.
“I’m so sorry,” Carrie lifted her tear streaked face up as Leonardo took a seat across from her. “I just- I just don’t understand any of this! And... what did you mean when you told Raphael that I risked my life to save you guys? Am I in danger? No one is going to come to my house and kill me, are they?”
“Is that why you’re upset?” Leonardo asked, thankful that Carrie could at least talk things out unlike his brother. “Because of what I said?”
Carrie nodded. “ Look, I wasn’t going to ask you anything about who you guys are or how you ended up here, but I think I need to know what I’m dealing with if my life is in danger.”
“Sounds fair,” Leonardo bowed his head. “ I owe it to you.” He stood back up, offering his hand to Carrie, who took it slowly, still giving in to the doubt and mistrust in the back of her mind.
“Do you mind if I eat something while I talk?” Leonardo pointed to the large stainless steel pot on the gas stove. “ I’m feeling a little nauseated.”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” Carrie jumped right on her task, grabbing two deep bowls from the cabinets and filling them with the hot contents from the stove. Leonardo followed her into the dining room and took a seat across from her at the light colored oak table. The turtle stared into the steam and inhaled the rich, salty chicken scent of the broth before taking a small bite.
“It’s good. Did you make this yourself?” Leonardo asked, trying to control his raving appetite and not eat too fast.
“Yeah. Everything in there is one hundred percent organic.” Carrie replied proudly. “I don’t buy that canned stuff.” She then cleared her throat and raised her eyebrows at the turtle. “Well?”
Leonardo stopped his spoon in mid-air and let out a tiny chuckle. “Right, the explanation. Sorry.” He leaned back, stretching his muscular arms above his head, then brought them back down into his lap. “I guess the best place to start is at our beginning.”
“Your beginning?” Carrie repeated curiously.
Leonardo smiled, then took in a deep breath and began his story.
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After three hours and five bowls of soup between the two of them, Carrie had finally made up her mind that she was neither dreaming nor going crazy after all. She felt as if she was caught up in a work of fiction, a fairy tale-like story that was too good to put down, and she hung onto Leonardo’s every word, memorized by the life he and his brothers had lived.
“It’s just so-amazing!” She gasped. “I don’t think I could ever come up with anything that creative if I tried!”
“Creative?” Leonardo chuckled.
“Sorry. ‘Author talk’, I guess.” Carrie leaned forward on her elbows and brushed her hair away from her face. “Okay, so now that I’m caught up on your background, what happened that brought you and Raphael up here?”
Leonardo wrinkled his brow, letting his eyes drift to the empty bowl that still sat in front of him, and he had a moment to himself before he spoke again.
“Have you ever heard of the E.P.F.?”
“The what?” Carrie asked, feeling a bit dumbfounded.
“E.P.F.,” Leonardo repeated. “ The Earth Protection Force. It’s a top secret government organization that was set up to control the alien life on Earth.”
Carrie stared at him blankly, then began to laugh. “Alien life? That’s a good one!” She continued to giggle until she noticed that Leonardo wasn’t joining in. She quieted down and inhaled deeply. “Okay, you’re not joking. But if you tell me you really are an alien-.”
Leonardo was about to defend himself once more when he noticed the playful grin on Carrie’s face, and it only made him smile more. “Cute. Anyway, the E.P.F. is run by a man by the name of Bishop, and he is by far one of the most ruthless enemies we’ve ever gone up against. He been chasing after us for years, and he has been lucky enough to capture us a few times.”
“What does he want with you?” Carrie asked, knowing she was getting sucked back into his story.
“Our DNA,” Leonardo wiped at a spot on the table’s surface with his index finger. “And the chance to dissect us. He had become more interested in Master Splinter, since he is the only one of his kind, and we’ve had to rescue our Master from him more than once.”
“What does he plan on doing with your DNA?” Carrie folded her arms on laid her head down, her eyes still fixated on the turtle.
“Cloning. My brother Donatello would be better at explaining this, but, he was making an army of super human clones that were designed to flush out the aliens living on Earth and kill them off. The only thing was that Bishop was also hatching a plan to destroy half of life on Earth in the process.”
Carrie’s head shot back up. “Holy shit.”
Leonardo suddenly let out a laugh and shook his head. “Yeah, those were Raph’s exact words too.”
“So, I’m guessing none of that happened because we’re all still here, right?” Carrie pressed on, ignoring the flush in her cheeks.
“Right. We stopped his plans, but that didn’t stop him from coming after us again and again. He had us followed and watched. Everywhere we went, someone was always there tracking our every move.” Leonardo’s eyes fell back down, and the sadness he had been carrying in his eyes returned suddenly. “ After years of watching us, he discover where we lived, and we had no idea he was coming. Even the alarms Donnie had set up in the sewers gave us no warning.
It was late in the evening, and Splinter was giving us our nightly lesson, our same routine we had been doing for twenty three years. A rumble from a far distance shook the floor, and we took it as another pipeline bursting, something that happens every so often. But only the rumbling kept growing, the blasts getting louder. We all knew something wasn’t right, and our worst fears had come true when we walked out of the front entrance to the lair and found Bishop’s E.P.F. army, armed with the most highly advance weaponry any of us had ever seen.
Splinter pulled us back, closing the door behind us. We all knew we were trapped, and- Splinter, he- he tried to tell me to take my brothers out through the elevator-,”
Carrie saw a tear run down Leonardo’s green cheek and it only made her heart ache even more.
“I just...stood there.” He continued, letting a few more teardrops fall. “I couldn’t think of- anything! I just stood there and let Bishop’s men blast through the door and turn our home into nothing more than a pile of rubble. I dug my way through the fallen bricks, hoping I could find my family through the thick smoke. Raph was the only one I was able to pull free. I... I couldn’t stay long enough to find the others.”
“Oh, Leonardo, I’m so sorry.” Carrie resisted the urge to grab the turtles’s shaking hands, not wanting to give into her emotions, and offered him a sad smile instead.
“Raph was hurt, and I wasn’t in good shape either, so all I could was pull him into the elevator and hope that Bishop hadn’t beaten us up to the surface. Once we were in the warehouse, Raph insisted we take his bike, citing it was faster and less noticeable. I protested him driving, knowing that he had a concession, but he brushed it off and started up the bike anyway. As soon as we pulled out of the warehouse, Bishop and his men was right on our tails in a huge black van with three more behind him. But somewhere along the interstate, we lost them, but as tired as we were, we knew we had to keep going.
After driving all day with only brief stops, I made Raph pull the bike over so I could drive for awhile, even though I had no idea where we could go. The sun was beginning to set, and after noticing that we were in the middle of a thick, dark forest, we deciding on pulling the bike farther into the woods and getting some sleep. I grabbed the bike’s handles and veered it off the road, Raph was just a few yards ahead of me, and I don’t think either one of us saw the lights that suddenly appeared behind us until it was again too late.
Bishop had found us and he had brought a vehicle that resembled a tank, which was armed with a huge cannon. We already knew that the cannon shot out a ray of light that could paralyze us both, so we did our best to run. It hit the bike first, ripping it out of my hands and flung it into the darkness. It then struck me, sending me into the truck of a tree and knocked the wind out of me. I regained myself quickly, but found the tank had vanished, and I was scared that they had taken Raph.
I moved through the trees, relying on my heightened ninja senses to get me through, ignoring the cold air that was starting to set in. The moonlight seemed to come out all at once, and it hit the metal fender of Raph’s bike. I moved closer to the bike and realized that it had actually became lodged into the trunk of an enormous tree from the blast, but I wasn’t ready to see that the bike had pinned Raph against that same tree. The scent of blood hit my nose, and after seeing his head and arms laying motionless across the bike’s seat, I feared that I had lost him. I went ahead and pulled the bike free from him and the tree, and I was more than happy to find that he was still breathing, but his injuries- well, you saw how bad it was.”
Carrie said nothing, only nodded her head and let Leonardo continue on.
“I knew that Bishop would be back for us, so I threw Raph over my shoulders and just ran, not knowing where I was going. I had become hurt myself, and after a while, carrying Raph was becoming too much for me to handle. I sat him down, remembering there was a small clearing nearby, and told him to keep still while I went in search of shelter.” Leonardo then gave Carrie a sheepish smile. “I, uh, actually found your house and was going to hide him in your barn, but I startled your dogs and they chased me back into the woods.”
“Oh really?” Carrie said with a laugh as she crossed her arms over her pale blue T-shirt.
Leonardo shrugged, then let out a sigh. “ I just wish there was some way to find out if Splinter and my brothers are okay.”
“Can you call them?” Carrie offered as she stood up and collected the dishes from the table.
“No, too risky.” Leonardo also stood up and stretched again. “If Bishop has them, then he could trace the signal back to this phone.”
“What about your human friends? April and, what was his name? Casey?”
Leonardo followed Carrie back into the kitchen and held his arms over his chest and watched her pour cleaner into the dishwasher, his expression finally showing the worry he had been hiding. “I’m sure Bishop has them under surveillance too. Everyone was are friends with could be in danger.”
Carrie shut the dishwasher, locked it, then hit the start button. She looked into Leonardo’s face and felt as if her heart was going to burst out of her chest. She then forgot all of her fear and mistrust, and shocked the turtle by throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly, wanting nothing more than to make him feel better. Leonardo stood still, not knowing how to respond to her sudden emotional outburst. The only human, or girl, for that matter, who had ever shown him any kind of affection had been April. Even though he was slowly starting to fell very comfortable with Carrie, the thought of sharing in her emotions was still not something he was ready to dive into.
Carrie then noticed how rigid Leonardo had become and pulled back, her gray eyes going directly to the linoleum under her bare feet.
“Sorry.” She whispered.
Leonardo wrinkled his brows together and gave Carrie a crooked smile. “You say that way too much.”
“Sorry.” Carrie repeated, adding another giggle. Her thoughts then jumped back to Raphael, and she re-lit the burner under the pot. “ Do you think your brother will eat now?”
“If he doesn’t, I’ll make him,” Leonardo joked, then let out a long yawn. “ He needs to build his strength back-,”
Leonardo stopped talking as the high melodic tone of Carrie’s doorbell rang throughout the house, which was then followed by a loud bang on the door.
“I thought you said you don’t get any visitors.” Leonardo whispered, jumping behind the doorway of the kitchen to hide himself.
“I don’t.” Carrie moved back into the dining room and peered around the corner into the living room. Leonardo then saw Carrie’s bottom jaw drop in surprise.
“Oh, shit.”
“Carrie!” Barry’s voice called out from the other side of the front door. “I know you’re home! Let me in! I’m freezing my ass off out here!”
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