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Waiting For You	By : MysticMewtwo Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 7074 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Revelation
Chapter Four

Hi. I know I said I wouldn’t be so long in updating, but I hit another rough patch of road. *sweatdrop* I hope you all can forgive me. This chapter is short as I thought there didn’t need to be anything more added to it, and I was having enough trouble as it was with it, so I left it there. I struggled with it for so long, and I was happy by this breakthrough at the end, and didn’t want to spoil it with unnecessary fodder. Consider it my late Christmas present to all of you.

I’d also like to thank everyone with reviewing. You are all so kind, and I appreciate it muchly. I hope you continue to read as the story progresses.

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Her eyelids fluttered slightly, but grew still again a moment later. Then very slowly, they began opening as Alisa regained consciousness and awakened. She laid there for a few minutes confused and disoriented. She felt like her head was detached from her body. As her mind gradually cleared, the first thing she started to recall was the dream she had; and what a strange dream it was. She remembered seeing four giant green-skinned creatures with shells that resembled turtles. One of them was so close to her she could almost touch it, and she could remember deep blue eyes partially covered in a lighter blue frame. There was also a giant rat. Or was it a dog? She wasn’t sure, but what was even weirder was that it was wearing a yukata, a causal, and often male, version of the more formal Japanese kimono. Damn, just how hard did she hit her head? She raised her left arm to inspect it, and felt a sharp, stinging pull of her skin. Instantly, she became aware of her surroundings, and was alarmed to discover where she was. Why was she in the hospital? And how did she get here?

Panic seized her as she thought of the possibilities of who might have brought her, and the heart monitor at her bedside began beeping more rapidly as it registered the increase of her heart rate. If it was the police, which seemed to her the most reasonable explanation, they’d be back once the hospital notified them of her condition to ask her questions, and she couldn’t answer them. Those people would hunt her down again if she so much as told her name, and they would kill her. She was a skilled ninjitsu fighter, but these ninja were ruthless, true assassins, and didn’t fight honorably. She barely escaped with her life. Her body began trembling as she fought against the tears threatening to spill over. She had no one to live for now, but she still didn’t want to die. She had to leave the hospital now. She couldn’t wait around here until the personnel came in to check on her and find her awake. It’d be too late then.

She reached for one of the IVs in her arm, and very carefully began to wiggle it free. A few minutes later, she successfully pulled it out, and had started to work on the other one when the door to her room suddenly flew open. The nurse at the front desk had been alerted to trouble when the alarm sounded off for room 215 that the heart monitor had gone offline. Startled, Alisa withdrew her hand from her arm, and then in a state of sheer terror, tried to get out of bed to run away. The nurse quickly ran to her, and began to hold her down to the bed by the shoulders firmly, but gently. However, Alisa wouldn’t settle down, and continued to struggle against the woman’s grip. The nurse grabbed for the walkie talkie clipped to the waistband of her pants with one hand, while keeping her other arm around Alisa’s shoulders, and called for help.

“I need assistance in room 215, stat,” she ordered into the receiver, “Patient is awake, and in a state of panic.”

Her answer came with the appearance of two more nurses, one a male, and he took the place of his co-worker in restraining the young woman. Alisa was pinned securely to the bed. Knowing it was useless now to resist, she stopped her violent thrashing, and slowly calmed down. She then began to cry. The young man pulled out a few tissues from a box nearby, and dapped at her cheeks.

“It’s going to be all right,” he soothed her, “You’re okay.”

He thought her to be a very pretty girl, and yet she appeared to be so young, barely a child, but she had to be older than that. He wondered what the story behind her was. He kept his hold on her tight to be safe, but it was becoming evident she no longer had the energy to attempt to move, and he soon released her fully. He took the damp tissues, and threw them away in the little garbage can in the bathroom. He then walked away to join the other nurses, and the three exchanged looks between them.

“Call in the doctor,” he told the first nurse, “Also get that woman on the phone. What’s her name? April McNeil?”

“O’Neil,” she corrected.

“Well, she requested that she’d be called when this girl woke up, and she is certainly awake,” he replied.

The woman nodded, and hurried from the room to carry out her duties.

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Towards morning, Leonardo finally managed to fall into a more restful sleep after tossing and turning most of the night. Only to be abruptly dragged out of it by a shrill ringing. Groaning, he slit open his eyes, and turned over on his side towards the night stand. He reached out a hand to pick up the turtle-shell shaped cellular phone that was beeping urgently at him. It activated, and slid open upon his touch as he brought it to his ear.

“Hello?” he mumbled, groggily, almost incoherently.

“Leo? It’s me, April.”

It took only moments for these words to register in his mind, and instantly he was wide awake, sitting up in bed. He gripped the phone tightly in his hand, his heart beginning to beat faster. He knew this was the call he had been waiting so desperately for. In the next moment, he would learn the final verdict of Alisa’s fate. He started feeling regret for the way he had recoiled from her last night. It wasn’t her fault with what happened. It was just something he could have never expected, and he reacted in haste. If she had died now, he would never forgive himself.

“Leo, are you there?” April’s voice broke through his thoughts.

“Yeah,” he answered, quietly.

“You sound so stressed,” she was immediately concerned, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, April,” he sighed, “Just really tired.”

“I’m sorry to wake you,” she apologized, “I would’ve waited, but I knew you wanted me to call right away if I heard anything from the hospital.”

Leo realized he was holding his breath in anticipation as he waited to hear her news, and exhaled slowly, forcing himself to remain collective and calm. However, when April hesitated a moment, he started to feel dread creep into the pit of his stomach and settle there. Alisa had died, hadn’t she? He gritted his teeth, and closed his eyes as he braced himself for those words. He had failed her; it was his fault.

“She woke up, Leo,” April began speaking again, and he swore he could hear her smiling through the phone, “She’s alive.”

Leonardo’s eyes flew open, and he stared in disbelief at the phone. Then relief began flooding through him like a tidal wave, and he suddenly collapsed back into the pillows as it completely drained his energy. For a moment, he laid there in almost a stupor, his mind a jumble of mixed emotions. He was immensely thankful to whatever higher power watching over them for the fact she was alive, and hopefully on the road to recovery. Now there was a likely chance that he would get to meet her, and really know her. However, his happiness diminished as he thought more on it, and his mood turned grim once again. How much of a chance did he truly have? It was more than likely he didn’t have one at all. One look at him, and she’d be halfway down the street screaming as she ran as fast as she could, or maybe fall into shock again like the first she saw him and his family. Either way, it would deal him a painful blow. The scenario wasn’t new to him, but he couldn’t help feeling this was somehow different than when they met April four years ago.

As he slowly brought the phone up to his ear again, he gave it a hard glare. At times his big sister could really grate on his nerves.

God, woman, don’t you ever scare me like that, he thought, irritably.

“How long ago?” he finally answered, his voice calm, and revealing no hint of his current emotions.

“About an hour,” she replied, “They said she regained consciousness around four-thirty.”

Leo frowned. If Alisa had been awake an hour, why did it take the hospital so long to contact April? Then he remembered the way hospitals worked, and felt stupid. Of course it would be logical for the doctor to evaluate her first before calling. They’d want to make certain the status of her condition. He sighed, and briefly closed his eyes, massaging a temple with his fingers. He knew his exhaustion was keeping him from thinking too clearly, and he desperately needed to get some sleep once he could set his mind at ease with all this.

“How is she doing?” he inquired.

“The doctor didn’t say much other than she was awake, and responding to her surroundings,” she told him, “They’re taking it as a good sign, but still want to run more tests on her.”

“That’s to be expected,” Leo acknowledged.

“And I’ll call you back if they do give me any more information,” April assured.

“I’ll let you get back to sleep now,” she added, as she heard him give a yawn he’d failed to stifle, “I’ll talk to you guys later.”

“Okay,” he replied.

They exchanged their goodbyes, and then hung up. Leonardo closed the shell cell, and replaced it on his nightstand. He sighed deeply, and settled down in the blankets to once again attempt sleep. However, his mind was now running at full procession, and refused to shut down despite his body’s desperate pleas for rest. He groaned loudly, and punched the pillow with a fist in frustration. Why did it have to be this way? Why couldn’t he take her off his mind? It defied all logical explanation to him. He was interested in Alisa, this much was true, but it was purely out of curiosity. He only wanted to know why she was in the sewers in the first place when he found her, and as he knew more of her, they could perhaps develop a friendship he dared to hope. So why did it seem she was invading his every thought, and ability to function; his very space?

Leo sat up as this sudden realization hit a sensitive chord within him, exposing a still rather raw nerve. The infatuation he was feeling with Alisa was hauntingly similar to that of which he had had for Karai, and in the end, she had betrayed him. Absently, he rubbed the area on his left shoulder where a faint scar was visible on the emerald green skin, and unless one looked closely, there was barely a trace that he had ever had a chunk of his carapace missing. The anger and hurt he felt long ago was gone, leaving only a numb regret, but the event was fresh in his mind to the day. Would history repeat itself? Was he doomed to face the same betrayal from Alisa in the future? When he was near her, he had felt her essence was different than of his enemy, but how could he be certain his instincts were not misleading him?

He had been wrong before, and paid the price of his foolishness. It’d taken him months to heal from the physical and emotional wounds inflicted upon him, where he scarcely even knew who he was anymore, and he was still not quite the same person he used to be. He didn’t think he would be able to handle a relapse. He must ensure it would not happen again, and therefore he resolved he could not allow himself to get close to Alisa. Until she could earn his complete trust in her, and trust was such a fragile thing, he would keep his distance and watch her from afar.

Leonardo knew he wasn’t ever going to get back to sleep now, and resigned himself to the fact. He pulled his legs from out under the covers, and planted his feet on the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed for a few moments, stretching out the kinks in his muscles, before he moved to stand up. As he did, his right foot nudged against something that felt cool and rough. He glanced down, and found the blue denim backpack he’d discarded there last night slumped over. In his preoccupied state, he’d forgotten he left it there. The clasp had slipped free, and as if by some work of Fate, the small notebook somehow made its way out in the open. It lay on his bedroom floor waiting, begging, for him to open it and read it.

Leo couldn’t deny he was somewhat curious of what could be written inside, or if there were only blank pages, but he felt uncomfortable with looking through this Alisa’s personal items. He didn’t want to invade her privacy any more than he had to before. Still, the bright blue cover continued to plead with him, desperately beckoning to him. Acting on intuition, and before he could have second thoughts, he bent forward and grasped the little book in his hand. He brought it to him, and after a slight hesitation, slowly began lifting the cover. The paper was filled with beautiful, small neat handwriting, and as he read the first word, he was instantly drawn into her world. Poems ranging from short haiku to long Shakespearean sonnets littered page after page. Most were set in dark, dismal tones as if the author was permanently in a state of depression. It made Leonardo’s heart ache with empathy for her because he knew the emotions being poured into the text all too well. She must have suffered a great deal of pain and loss.

As he neared the end of the small book, one poem in particular stood out to him. It was written in free verse, and entitled “Broken Angel.”

She lay huddled on the frozen ground

The cold wind clawed and bit at her skin

Her long white robe was dirty and tattered

Her beautiful feathered wings torn and shattered

People walked all around her, and she cried for their mercy

But her desperate pleas fell on soundless ears

And sightless eyes stared past her

No one cared of the broken angel in the snow

She sobbed in despair as she stumbled to her slippered feet

Icicles clinging to her long golden brown waves

With labored steps she made her way

Fading into the shadows of the night

Leonardo swallowed against the lump that had formed in his throat as he finished reading, and breathed deeply to ease the odd constriction in his chest. He lowered the notebook to his lap, and closed his eyes briefly. The power behind these words overwhelmed him. There was so much conveyed into this verse, and it helped him to understand her better. Perhaps he had judged her too harshly. Perhaps he could give her a fair chance.

He let out a long sigh, and then opened his eyes once more. He returned his attention to the book, and flipped the last page remaining. He immediately noticed it was not another poem, but was a journal-like entry instead. Here, he delved further into her life.

It is hard to believe, but two years have passed since that fateful day. I still remember as if it happened only yesterday. I have failed to understand why they have torn my life apart, why they have taken my family away. I miss you so much, mom and dad. I haven’t had the time to grieve as they continue to hunt me even now. I have been running, hiding, scarcely stopping to eat or sleep in fear of them finding me, and trying to search for Davey. I have no idea where he could have gone, but I fear him dead as well. Still, I cling to the last bit of hope I have he isn’t so.

David, I hope wherever you are that you are alive and safe. It may soon be too late for me. I love you, big brother. I love you all.

Alisa

Questions began buzzing in Leo’s mind like angry hornets. Who was the “they” she was referring to, and who were they to have killed her parents, caused her brother to go missing, and forced her to live out on the streets? From what he could determine, she was in constant danger of being tracked by obviously deadly assailants. It suddenly made him angry at these people to know they had hurt Alisa, and he was surprised of how protective he had already become of her. What was it that something was trying to tell him?

Leo was interrupted of these thoughts as he heard his brothers starting to stir outside his room. He quickly checked the time, and found it was almost seven o’clock. He was going to be late for morning practice! Hurriedly, he closed the book, stood up, and grabbed the backpack, replacing the book inside. He set the pack on his bed, hastily straightening the bedcovers. That would have to do for now. He went to his bureau, and removed his gear from the drawers. In no time at all, he was dressed, and left the bedroom as he finished tying his bandana. Leo jogged to the stairs, and down to the dojo to join his brothers.

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