26Chapter 4
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Donatello POV
The familiar sound of birds chirping interrupted the turtles from their musings. Mikey, who was making something in the kitchen that smelt like cookies mixed with pizza, ran into the main room where Leo looked back at Donnie, and Raphael was just clunking down the stairs.
"It's April! Do you think she's here, dude?" The orange clad turtle shouted, running over to his purple clad brother. Donatello didn't say anything. He wasn't even making a move to answer the phone. All he could do was stare at it.
Thoughts ran through his expanded mind that held formulas and a list of inventions that he could make. Those were all cleared out and replaced with all things April O'Neil. Was she here? Why did she call? Was it because she wanted help with bringing her things in?
No, that couldn't be it; April was to stubborn to call for help with something as humane as moving boxes into her home.
Was it because she couldn't find her way back here? Or because she was unpacking, and wanted him and his brothers there right away?
The first one was obsolete, for April could never forget where the mutants hid; she was psychic, and she had been around the lair far more times than Donatello could count with his six fingers. The second was more plausible. She could be impatient at times, and usually became pissed if she couldn't tell whatever it was she wanted to at that moment in time.
All the possibilities, good and bad, whirled through his capable mind. One, though, he couldn't shake. He had a bad feeling that she needed assistance. He always trusted that sixth sense, but with that distant, yet still vivid memory of before she met deterred him from further action.
He couldn't bring himself to answer, he just couldn't. The bad feeling that he had could be that she wanted to yell at him. He didn't want to risk it. On the other hand, that bad feeling could be an entire different scenario.
The image of Purple Dragons trying to capture her ran through his mind, as also did the image of Foot bots doing the same. The second one wouldn't be it. They had defeated Shredder back when they were teens.
"Hey, genius, ya gonna answer that, or ya just gonna sit there and have a pity party?" The red clad turtle asked in a growl.
"Seriously, answer it, bro. You're killing me." Mikey said in a calm tone, rubbing Donnie's shoulders.
No matter how much he wanted to pick it up, he just didn't have the courage to do it. He picked up his T-phone and threw it to Mikey, who caught it. There was a beat of awkward silence, save for the continual ringing of the device.
"Give it to me, pizza brain!" Raph snapped, unable to take this insanity any longer. He snatched the phone, hitting the answer button. "Raph speaking."
"Where's Donatello?" Came April's hoarse yet broken tone. The hurt that he heard in her voice made Donnie's stomach churn slowly. The surge of wanting to take the phone wasn't enough to overpower the need to evade her. He couldn't do it.
He shook his purple clad face vigorously at his older brother, signaling the hot head to lead that path of conversation in another path. Say, one that didn't involve him having to speak to her. His actions were based upon that fateful night long ago. He disappointed her, hurt her even. He couldn't face her, knowing that she might be disgusted at him.
"He doesn't want ta talk. What is it that you need?" His voice was brisk and demanding. If he didn't get an answer soon, it looked as if Raph would explode.
"Oh... okay..." the genius turtle cringed at how her voice dropped even more so. He was still hurting her. "You guys need to get over here now... Please."
Her pleading tone made Raph tense up, as did all of his brothers. "More details would be comforting."
"I... I can't. Hurry please..." after that, the phone went dead.
The tension in the air only got deeper as everyone looked at Donnie. His head was bent. His thoughts drew him in. Even after that he wouldn't be able to face her.
"Come on, guys, let's go! No time to waste!" Leonardo, the blue clad turtle instructed, jumping up. They suited up, Leo with his twin Kantanas, Raph with his Sais, and Mikey with his nun chucks. As soon as they were ready, they rushed to the 'door'.
"Why didn't you want to answer it, Donnie?" Asked Mikey.
When no answer came, they all turned to see that the last brother wasn't following them. He still sat in his spot, unmoving.
"Donnie, let's go!" Leo ordered.
"Go with out me." Donnie said quietly.
"It's about April." Mikey protested.
"Yeah, yer girlfriend." Raph taunted.
"Just get the heck out of here. I'm not going." The genius turtle snapped, head snapping up, glaring daggers at his brothers.
"Guys, there's no time. Let's go." The oldest, clad in blue, demanded, giving his second youngest brother one last look before he took off, the others following.
Donnie waited until he knew they were completely gone before getting up swiftly. Pacing, he though about how much of a disgrace he was. How could he just sit here and do nothing? April was his whole life. What was he doing, thinking about this? Wasn't he over her?
All the time they spent apart, Donnie threw himself into his work, April becoming a distant memory. That's not to say that he didn't wake up some mornings, the nightmare of it plaguing him. He secluded himself in his own little world, while also still training and fighting the Purple Dragons.
Before he found out that she was coming back, he was sure that he had gotten over here. He could think about her without feeling a deep sense of pain at his regret.
Now, all he could think about was her. It had hit him like a big brick, right in his plastron. Whenever he thought about her, he lost his breath.
Suddenly, the walls felt as if they were closing in on him. The air was to thick, the cool air now hot. Grabbing his Bo staff, he jumped out of the 'door' and made his way through the especially tight sewers, the stink more vivid than ever. It got to the point where Donnie was full out sprinting, until finally, he found the manhole.
Shoving it up and out, he soared through the opening, kicking the covering back on. He stood there for a moment, breathing in the fresh air. The feeling was creeping up on him, with all the human smells enveloping him.
Latching on to the rails of the nearest building, the genius hoisted himself up, rapidly gaining way to the top. Once there, he paused yet again. This was much better. The air was much cleaner up here. The stars were a mass of vivid light in the deep blue midnight sky.
Up here, without anyone beside him, he suddenly felt all alone. Everything stripped off of him. His personality, who he was. What he did. Everything, gone. And he liked it. He felt alive, in a sense.
He did only what he felt like doing; jumping buildings, making his way to wherever his mind led him.
Normal POV
They had finally arrived to April's apartment. Finally.
Stopping, Leonardo signed for then to do the same. With signals that said to follow with caution, fearless led the way up the steps of the building until they were at her door. It stood wide open.
Out of nowhere, the blue clad turtle sprinted inside, avoiding the glass like a ninja would.
Mikey knew now wasn't the time to talk. In all these years, he had grown up somewhat and learned to keep his mouth shut in these situations. For that, he felt proud. He followed behind the oldest brother, imitating his movements.
Soon after, Raph was behind. When Mikey got to a certain point in the kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks.
It was so sudden that Raph slammed into him, jarring the youngest turtle slightly. "Whadd'ya think yer doing?" He reached out to hit Mikey.
After that, he caught a glimpse of what held his brother up; April. And her dead father. She had a pale face, eyes red from what they guessed to be crying, something clutched in her balled hands.
"April, can I have the note?" Leo asked, lifting the hand with the paper in it up gently. April let him have it absently.
Behind him now, Raph read the letter. Gaze snapping over to the redhead, who sat uncrying, pupils dilated. "What happened? Tell us now!" The red turtle demanded in an angered tone.
She opened her mouth slightly. "I just got home and-"
"Let's wait until we are back at the lair so she only has to tell it once." That was only part of the reason that Leo wanted to get back to the lair. The other was that he wanted to get April away from this mess, and into a safer place.
Her father was pale, gashes running down, blood crusted around the wounds.
This seemed to wake her up. "But what about my father? What are we going to do with him?"
Mikey, who had somewhat of a sense, had blankets already piled in front of him. "Let's wrap him up in these. Sensei needs to see this."
It was a great idea in the daughters mind. She wanted out of this place, but not without her father.
Wrapping him up, Raph and Leo hauled the body down the stairs, April yelling at them to be careful.
They headed back to the lair solemnly.
Donatello POV
He jumped around until he finally halted, his mind telling him that he was at his destination. It took all of about a minute for him to realize that he was at April's apartment.
The force was pulling him towards the doors and up the stairs until he found himself at her door. Opening it slightly, he caught a glimpse of the disarray.
With great big strides, he found himself in the kitchen, staring at a pool of dried blood, in what appeared to be a form of a body.
That was all it took for the turtle to snap out of his unfeeling state. This was going to scar him more. This time, though, he knew that he would face her.
He needed to get to the lair. With that thought in mind, he took off, faster than ever.
AN: well, to another chapter. Sorry for the long wait. I now have a job, and I have band camp. School will be atarting next week. I will be a junior! Yay! And upperclassmen! One more year, and I'm through with highschool! I think I will put Love Knows No Bounds on hold. And to let you know, I will update any story whenever I have ideas for them. Until next time, Booyakasha!