Inside the Mind

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Hey all, this is my version for our little contest, between Vicky and I. Hope ya'll root for who ya love ;D

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Chapter One:

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“Hurry up Donnie!” Mike’s almost childish voice echoed down the lair and into Don’s lab, “Soups ready! Leo burnt the chicken, means you owe me ten bucks!” This was quickly followed up with a loud resounding, “Ow! What was that for?”

The dark room was suddenly lit up, as the computer screen booted up, lighting up Don’s thoughtful face. The light bounced off the many metal surfaces in his room, all the unfinished projects, or broken machines that need repairing littering his room. Everything had been set aside for this one job. He heard his younger brother, but it was lost in the sea of other thoughts that spill over and around Donatello’s mind. He clicked onto the very common icon on his screen, and waited as the program loaded. His fingers hovered impatiently over the keyboard, his many ideas screaming in his mind, wanting to be let loose and dance across the screen. Yet he barley got to where he had left off the night before, when his door opened, letting more light flood into his room, momentarily blinding the brainy turtle.

“Hey Don, did ya hear me?” Mikey asked cocking his head, and playing an innocent smile.

“Hmm?” Don turned to the orange banded turtle, “Oh right… I’m coming.” Donnie pushed himself away from his desk and maneuvered his way around his over cluttered room. His project will have to wait.

“So did Leo catch the salad on fire this time? Don asked as he closed the door behind him.

“Nope, the chicken he was reheating in the microwave,” Mikey informed, “So that’s ten buckaroos, bucko.”

The rest of the conversation was cut off as the duo walked into the kitchen, leaving all hiding mutants alone. A long reptilian face stuck out from her hiding spot, making sure it was safe. Seeing no danger, she crept her way out from her room and down the hall to Donnie’s door. She closed the door quietly behind her once she was inside. A devious grin played across her features when her masked eyes fell upon the turned on computer. Carefully making her way to the laptop, the dragon-ish being quickly grabbed the chair that was just previously occupied by the mutant turtle, and positioned it in front of the desk and sat down.

Like most of the family, she had been curious as to what this ‘Very Important’ project Donnie spent most of his time doing now and days was. Sure they joked that he was planning on taking over the world, but she wanted to know firsthand. No one would miss her at the dinner table; she usually got out of eating when Leo cooked. And now here she was, after so much planning, she was finally going to figure out what the purple masked ninja was indeed up to. She went to the top of the page and began reading;

Donatello’s Journal Entry # 1

Written By Hamato Donatello

Hello, as you may know, my name is Hamato Donatello. In light of recent events in my life, I have decided to log my version of our life, down here in the sewers. I know my brother is writing a novel of our life, but I just wanted to make sure that he didn’t, ah… how should I put it… bend the truth to his favor too much.

I’m not exactly sure how to begin, but I guess I will explain about each individual in my family. Starting with my brother, Hamato Leonardo;

The leader of the pack, Leo is often seen as the ‘older’ brother of our little family. I’ve always admired how diligently my blue clad brother would work, especially when he would put his mind to something. When he gets caught up in his ninjitsu and training, my brothers and I would joke that that was his hobby, his life, just to train and get better. But in truth it was not just to get better, but to be the best he can. To push himself far beyond his limits to find his strength so he could protect his family. And in that truly lies my admiration in Leonardo.

He is the one we all look up to, even Raph, in the heat of battle. We all wait for his word to either attack or retreat. We all just trust our entire beings on his decisions, without even second guessing ourselves, we just believe in him. Thinking on your feet, determining the opponent’s next move, to figure out how to intercept, that is what Leo trains day in and day out for.

Leonardo trains, and masters himself with his twin katana. Which, I think, suits his personality perfectly, beautiful to watch and look at in trained hands, but dangerous and sharp at the simple twist of the wrist.

As serious as he sounds, Leo does have a humor side to him. Though I can’t say much about his knock-knock jokes, aside from them, he can be funny when he wants.

Yes, my brother Leonardo is very deep, without him, I can clearly say we would be lost.

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The lizard like girl sighed as she got to the end of part one. With another five pages, this was going to take a much longer time then she thought. Much longer then the time she had. In fact she could hear the unmistakable sound of a ninja turtle walking down the hallway. Gulping she jumped up and made a dive behind the small bed in the side of the room, just as the door opened and a certain mutant turtle took his seat at his desk once again.

“Huh, I don’t remember starting from here…” Don mumbled as the dragon held her breath.

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‘Aw c’mon…’ The dragon sighed. She had been hiding in the same spot for over three hours. ‘Four cups of coffee… he’s gotta go sooner or later…’

Indeed littering the entire desk were discarded empty cups of what used to be full of hot steaming coffee. Luckily for the dragon, Don kept the light off for some reason or another, making hiding much easier for her. Though she wasn’t sure how much longer she could pull this off. She was usually a very loud, er person… hiding was not one of her strong points. And on top of all that, residing safely in her hand was the remote control, which she had taken before slipping into the purple masked turtle’s room. Someone on the ‘outside’ had to start looking for it sooner or later. Just a matter of time…

Leaning her head against a discarded alarm clock that looked as if it was thrown at a wall, the dragon closed her eyes and slowly fell into a deep sleep…

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“C’mon Donnie! I promise I won’t tell!”

“Funny thing about that Fire, every time you do promise me not to tell, the whole family finds out,” A young Donatello sitting on the old worn couch remarked dryly, not taking his eyes off the TV. An even younger FireReign, leaning over, upside down, the top of the couch eyeing Don with pleading eyes, struck out her lower lip.

“Aw that was an accident…how was I supposed to know that the TV you were fixing was a secret?”

“Oh I don’t know… maybe because I told you a million times!”

“No you didn’t! It was more around 100…”

“No Fire I’m not telling you anything….”

“But I promise Donnie! Dragon’s honor!”

“For the last time, no! Hey don’t give me that look… No, I’m not telling you…Fire!”

“Pwweeeaaaasssseee?”

“…fine… but you can’t tell anyone! Anyone, you hear?”

“YAY!”

“Fire!”

“Oh I promise, I promise, sheesh…”

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A loud resounding cough echoed through Fire’s mind breaking her dream land. Jumping up, she hit her head against the night stand sitting haphazardly next to the bed. Clutching her head, Fire had to bite her lip from yelling out. Instead she mumbled darkly under her breath;

“Stupid… who would put a… right in the middle… stupid… son of…”

Her rambling was suddenly cut off as another cough cut through the air, this time much harsher and dry. Blinking rapidly Fire slowly looked up just above the bed, as the cough was followed by another, and then another. The outline of a figure doubled over was just barley decipherable in the darkness. Just as fast as it had come, the room fell silent once again, leaving Fire all alone with her thoughts. Which were very troubled at the moment.

Then without warning, Donatello stood up and made his way to the door again. The light from outside momentarily blinded the dragon and she saw spots as the door was closed once again. Rubbing her hands in delight, once she was able to see again, Fire jumped over the bed and hurried over to the desk, scrolling up on the computer screen, she resumed her readings;

Donatello’s Journal Entry #2

Written By Hamato Donatello

My family is a pretty close knit family. We all have our duties in the family, and our jobs that make it a family. So far we’ve got the leader of older brother of the family. Next is the exact opposite, the rebel.

My brother, Raphael, is very… head strong. The first to jump into battle without a second thought, the first to throw the punch, the first to react, and the first to disobey a direct order, a pure rebel through and through.

Though however my brother may sound, he actually has a soft side deep down. My brother Leonardo might no bring it out in him, but Michelangelo sure can. And Raph would do anything for his family, what ever the cost. And when times are hard, he can and will step up to the plate. Which, he has proved over the course of many months.

I have tried to delve deep into my brothers’ minds, and I’m afraid Raph’s has indeed been the hardest to understand. I guess it has to do with the personality differences, but either way, Raph is one very complicated being. Always hiding his feelings from the family, as if it’s a sign of weakness, and yet because of this we have gotten used to this, and so when he does open up we jump to the conclusion that something is horribly wrong.

But that is just how I used to see him when I was growing up. The stronger, older brother that nothing could bring down, an impenetrable force that wasn’t afraid of anything. Much like Leo in that case. I guess that is why the used to get into so many fights. Even now it seems like they are constantly at each other’s throats for something.

It’s funny though, it’s become such a part of our routine to have them fighting, that when their not it throws the family off course. Like I’ve said before, everyone has a piece and a part in the family. When they are missing, we can’t work correctly.

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FireReign sighed as she got to the end of part two. She was so absorbed in reading, she didn’t hear someone coming back down the hall, and getting dangerously close to door. She practically flew over the bed and hit the wall on the other side, sliding down to the ground just as the door opened, spilling in light once again.

Donatello was in the motion of closing his door, when he spotted a few papers floating to the ground. Curiously he quickly scanned his room. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he shrugged and placed the papers back on his desk. Taking a seat in his chair, he found it odd that the seat was still warm, and that once again his screen was moved.

Fire held her breath as another stream of curses threatened to spill out. Biting her tongue she waited until she heard the unmistakable sound of typing engulf the room once again.

Sighing she slid down the rest of the way back into her spot.

‘Great…more waiting…’

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Ya know I think people are ignoring me... hahahaha thats funny

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