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I looked up in surprise, to find myself staring into the eyes of a turtle. No joke. A giant turtle standing on two legs just walked through the door. It’s skin was a pale green, I observed the many scars. It’s eyes where hollow under a purple mask. I crawled backward with my arms.
“Oh. Are you alright?” The creature asked me, noticing that I was on the ground.
“Get away!!” I yelled at it. I reached for my katana on the table. I whipped it forward and pointed it at him.
“Wait. I didn’t mean you any harm.” He set down the steaming tea that he was holding and opened his arms. This gesture of peace did not relax me.
“Who are you?” I demanded, still holding the blade steady. Then, the door opened again. Another turtle stepped through. I could see the contrast between the two instantly. There was a distinct hardness to him. His mask was ripped, falling over his furious eyes.
“Don-” He began. I stiffened. Then he took in the situation. He reached for his own weapons. I switched my blade to him.
“Don’t.” I hissed.
“Wait!” The purple one yelled, “I think we all have questions that need to be answered.”
“Alright, then let’s start with, Where are we?” I offered, switching my katana between the two of them.
“We are in Central Park.” The purple one informed.
“Was that you on the roof top?”
“Actually no,” He said, turning to the other turtle, “It was Raphael.”
“Oh….” I said, cautiously lowering my katana a few inches. Not bothering to ask about the fact that they were giant turtles, I tried a different angle.
“Are you the only two?”
The purple one shifted uncomfortably.
“No, I have two more brother’s.”
“Are they here?”
“Their…out.”
I set down my katana and relaxed a few inches.
“Why are you helping me?” I asked, carefully.
Then, suddenly Raphael spoke,
“What where you doing on that roof top?” He demanded. I stuttered, surprised at the sudden question. I looked him in the eyes,
“Running.”
“From what?”
I hesitated, “…You know how it is.”
They both got the message and the awkward moment seemed to last forever.
“You should get some rest.” Purple said suddenly. I nodded and pulled myself onto the bed.
“Uh…thanks for…uh…” I awkwardly stuttered, gesturing to my splinted leg.
“Don’t worry about it.” He said as he closed the door behind him. I lied there in the dark, listening to their footsteps falling into the distance. I stared at the ceiling for what it seemed like hours. Everything that had happened seemed like a blur. Who are these…turtles? The pain in my leg increased a small amount. I thought back to my brother. Would he be wondering where I was? No. He wouldn’t have even noticed. My mind buzzed with questions for a long while. I guess that I eventually must have fallen asleep…

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My eyes snapped open, the light was blinding. Where was I? I sat up and looked around. My head spun from getting up to quickly. I had hoped that it was all a nightmare, but no. I was still in that same room. I lowered my legs to the ground and stood up. I nearly fell over from the sudden dizziness. I stabilized myself and hobbled over to the door. Using the wall for support, I turned the knob, which revealed a small room. It was very tidy, with random weapons and devices scattered about. In the far corner there was a large desk with computers and several other technical devices. The purple masked turtle was sitting at a chair, absorbed in the technology. I stepped into the room, which suddenly sent me careening towards the ground. I caught myself just in time. Embarrassed, I snapped up, just to find the turtle staring at me with an amused look.
“Slippery spot there…” I lied, adding a fake laugh. The turtle laughed and turned back towards the desk. I suddenly noticed the muffled pounding of rain against the ceiling. “Where’s Raphael?” I asked.
“He’s out now, I guess. He visits every so often.”
“Oh…I thought…I…uh-” I stuttered. Donatello smiled weakly.
“By the way, I’m Donatello.”
“Oh. I-I’m The Ghost.” I said, lamely.
“Nice name.” He replied, warmly.
“Thanks…” I looked around, soaking in the surroundings. The place only looked big enough for one person.
“Why haven’t the other two come back yet?” I asked. Then to my surprise, Donatello seemed to loose his breath. He swallowed hard and lowered his eyes. After a few long moments he spoke with shaky breath,
“I-It’s hard…you know… t-they just…” He paused, painfully. My heart skipped a beat. “…Out of all of the horrible…terrible times…” He lowered his head, “I-It’s all of the good and fun times we had…that hurt the most…” I felt tears billowing up into my eyes. His words were so true. I dropped my head and let my hair bury my face. Then Donatello looked up, strongly. “They’ve left...” He said, with pain stricken eyes. “I guess they couldn’t…stay. The pain was just too much…we all coped with it differently…after the fight…I guess everything we had…everything…just fell apart. I tried to keep us together…I tried! Separately they eventually left…I don’t even know why I am still here…I guess I still had hope…that someday they’d come back. Hell…I don’t even know who they are anymore!” He half yelled. Then he whipped around, embarrassed and said softly, “I-I’m sorry…I don’t know why I said that….I-“
“No. I understand.” My cheeks where damp. I guess at one point the tears had started, I don’t know when.
“Sorry…” He said as he slowly turned around. We stood there facing each other and time slowly passed. Finally Donatello spoke as if he never spoke before,
“I’ve noticed that you have some knowledge of ninjitsu.”
“Yes, actually.”
“Who are you training with?” He asked. Then, time seemed to stop. No breath came to my lungs.
“I-I….” I stuttered, “Master Torvo.”
“Oh, I’ve never heard of him.”
“Um…Just out of curiosity do you know of anybody by the name, The Grim?”
“Well, I think I’ve heard my brother mention that name.”
“I’ll just wait until he comes back then.”
“No. Not that brother…the other one.”

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I stood in the rain. The blood stained into my white robes was slowly draining out. I looked at the sky. The sinister clouds towered over me. I looked around at the other buildings. The left corner of the thirteenth building to the west of the Library. I was on the right rooftop, I was sure. Donatello had specifically told me to go here. He tried to get me not to go in the rain…but I had to go…had to know. Then, I spotted a dark figure on the edge of a roof above me. Could it be? Then, the figure disappeared. I heard a splash behind me and I whipped around. My hand grabbed my katana, instinctively. His did the same. We stood there, poised. Being pounded by the rain. His long cloak thrashed in the wind and the hood shadowed his eyes. I caught a glimpse of blue. The cape flew back and I saw a flash of a nasty scar running up his whole leg.
“So, you’re The Ghost.” He half whispered.
“Yes.”
I whipped out my katana and he twitched in surprise. I tossed it to the ground and it skidded to a stop at his feet.
“I am here to ask you about The Grim.”
“I see…” He said, lowering his hands, “Yes, I’ve heard of him.”
The rain slowed and the wind picked up.
“Someone I know works for him. He lives around here. If you are who you say you are, then you’ll have no trouble finding him.”
“Thank you,” I said, a little confused, “I need to see your brother. Do you know where he is?”
He stared hard at me for a few moments.
“…Last time I heard, Michelangelo wasn’t even in this city any more.”
With that, he flipped over the edge of the roof. I stood in silence for a short while, pondering. Finally, I walked forward limping slightly. I snatched my katana and slid it back into its sheath.
“Interesting…” Suddenly I sensed a presence behind me. I spun around and found myself staring into the eyes of Raphael. His face was half hidden by the collar of his trench coat. His fedora silhouetted his eyes.
“Whoa! Where did you co-”
“What are you doing here?” He demanded.
“Why is that any of your business?”
I could see him jerk with fury.
“Why were you talking to him?”
“Do you have a problem with me talking to your brother, Leonardo?”
He stepped back in surprised. “Don’t ever say his name around me.”
I fell silent. Then looked at him with curiosity,
“Do you know anyone who works for The Grim?”
“No.”
I cursed inwardly, as the wind howled fiercely, stinging my face.
“Do you have any family?” He asked suddenly.
Slightly surprised, I spoke, “Just a brother.”
“Where is he?”
“…Home.”
“I see.” We stood in silence.
“Why did you help me that night?”
Silence.
“You looked like you could’ve used a hand.”
I nodded. “Thanks.”
He stopped suddenly and avoided my gaze.
“I have to go.”
“Wait!” I grabbed his arm, “Where’s Michelangelo?”
Raphael yanked his arm from my grasp.
“Why is that any of your business?”
I stuttered in surprise from the comeback. I caught a glimpse of his shadowed eyes, they where glazed. He whipped around and whispered, “I have to go.” Then he jumped over the edge, just the same as his brother. I stood there in bewilderment, as the wind tossed around my robes.

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I arrived at Donatello’s home. I don’t even know why I went back. I easily could’ve gone back to my own home. I stepped inside and looked around. No one was there.
“Hello? Donatello?”
I listened…no answer. I shrugged and walked towards the door. Then, I spotted something on the table. Curiosity got the better of me and I strode towards it. It looked like a ripped piece of fabric. No. A mask. I gently picked it up. It was ripped in half and only one eyehole stared blankly. It was mangled and awfully dirty. Behind the filth, the orange still stood out.
“Oh…no…” I stuttered.
“Ghost? I didn’t know that you were here.”
I spun around, dropping the mask on the table.
“Oh! Donatello. I was wondering where you were.” My voice croaked.
“Trip was good?”
“Yes. I found out some things.” Really…had I?
“Cool. I’m just outside, fixing the satellite reception.”
He went out the door. I stood there in shock. I couldn’t breathe. No…it couldn’t be…but everything had lead to this. Tears billowed up into my eyes. I couldn’t believe it. I just marched in…I was so stupid! Too many things were happening at once. First giant turtles, then a lead on The Grim and now this. How was I ever going to find this person who works for him? “Aghhh….”
I grabbed my head in frustration. Apparently the worker had lived in that area. That was the key. I began towards the door, just as Donatello came back in.
“Leaving again?”
“Actually, yes.”
“Before you go, can I check your splint?”
“Oh…sure.”
I took off my tabi boot and he knelt down. He began to lift bandages and such. I looked at him…even though everything he knew was lost…he was still smiling. Here I am running from everything, when he is living to the fullest.
“Put pressure on it.” He directed. I shifted my weight to that leg. Then, he smiled. “It’s healing nicely. I could even remove the splint and bandage up the calf for you.”
“Sounds great.”

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The sun was slowly setting, revealing a dead night. The colours on the horizon were magnificent. I was perched on top of a vast skyscraper. Scanning the area. Searching. I was alone on a depressing, deserted island in the sky. A land of tarred gravel and air-conditioning machinery. There was a flagpole, no flag. The hoist kept slapping the pole with a sort of hollow twang. I stood up and continued on through the rooftops, hugging the shadows. To my surprise, there was a silhouette of someone sitting against the painted sky. The shape of the fedora was unmistakable. I smiled and sprinted towards him. He jerked in surprise.
“Nice spot you have up here.” I said.
“You can’t stay out of trouble, can you Ghost?” Raphael remarked, “Your leg is healing, I see.”
I nodded as I sat down beside him.
“So what are you doing up here?” He asked.
“Always, with the questions.” I smiled. He laughed and leaned back against his hands. Then spoke in a half whisper,
“I was just visiting a place I once knew.”
Then, I swallowed hard, “I know what it’s like to lose someone.”
His head snapped up, “W-what are you talking ab-”
“…I-I know what happened.”
Raphael looked away, his eyes where hidden. “You know nothing.”
I shut my eyes from the glorious sky and spoke bluntly, “My sensei was murdered. So yes, I do know.”
Raphael twitched in surprise, “I-I am sorry.” He looked up at the emerging stars, “Michelangelo….he sacrificed his life to save the rest of us…”
I was slightly surprised by his openness.
“I could’ve saved him…. when he jumped off that edge…with Karai……I-I…I could’ve saved HIM!!” He punched the ground and debris flew everywhere. I sat in silence…eyes down.
“I-I…am so sor-”
“You need to leave this place, Ghost.”
Surprised, I whipped around to face him.
“What?”
“Someone is after you.”
I was taken back. “How do you know this?”
“Just get away from here! Get away…from me.”
“Wait…what…what do you mea-”
“JUST GO!!!”
Shocked, I stared hard at him for a few moments. Angered, I stood up and I whirled around, turning my back to him.
He spoke, in a shattered sense, “Your presence is…is haunting me.”
My heart skipped a beat, I turned back. No one was there…I was left in bewilderment. What had he meant by that? Haunting…

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