Words In Recovery (part 1)Splinter watched as his sons slowly filled into the dojo before kneeling in front of him. He watched as Leonardo knelt straight backed and proud, his stance showing utter devotion to the ideals splinter had taught him. Next to him Raphael sat almost the same, except that the red banded turtle’s fingers continuously flexed and tapped; a sign of his impatience. Next to Raphael Donatello was helping Mikey to sit down, gently and lovingly supporting Michelangelo as the orange banded turtle slowly moved until he was sitting on the floor. Unlike the rest of his brother’s because of the brace he could not kneel and was instead forced to sit with his legs straight out in front of him.
remaining silent for several moments splinter scanned his sons noting that although they were all putting on brave faces, he could see chinks in their armor. Small flashes and glimpses that told him they were not well. Donatello’s skin was red in some places, angry welts having appeared on his a
A Mother's Love: 3
Eventually, Gib was forced through the sphincter to a noisily churning and kneading room that the boy did not want to be in at all. His claws were starting to cling to anything in the throat, but it was also his intention to not kill this woman. He couldn’t slice up her insides since she honestly was trying to help him. Even if it was in a warped manner. His grip slackened and that pushed him entirely into Eira’s stomach, splatting clumsily on the saliva-covered lumpy bottom. The room naturally and involuntarily moved on its own, which made Gib very nauseous and not comforted at all. Stumbling around a bit, he tried to keep somewhat stationed as he forced his back into one of the crevices. He brought the rag close to his form as his ears pinned down in order to block at the gurgling sounds. His sensitive hearing was something he wished he didn't have when he was this close to a thumping heart, squelching stomach, and lungs o
Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 18
Chapter: 18 An Angel Named Mama
From that day forward, I couldn't remember the last time I'd smiled in the Southern Isles. Weeks became months, and months became years. The kingdom grew as dark as Father's heart. His totalitarian mindset slowly returned, except people didn't rebel this time. To stabilize our economy with a boom, Father formed an alliance with Weselton. This boom kept the people happy, along with the Duke of Weselton. Mother's greatest fears had become a reality, and before we knew it, Father and the Duke were the closest of friends. Robert served as chief diplomat for the alliance while Marcus and Liam led military operations. Leo, and even Bentley and Nathan eventually bought in to the fact that I had indeed killed Mother. They saw me as some kind of monster, and stopped speaking to me entirely. It was as if I was invisible to them, and it devastated me further.
Damien's Time - Mars and Venus Approached Jehovah knew that he was going to have to wait, and bide his time in the approaching of Mars and Venus. He did not want to enter the town that they lived in again, because he knew that as soon as he did Lucifer would be there to stop him. Normally confronting Lucifer would not be a problem, but not in this case. Jehovah did not want Lucifer to know what was going on within the walls of the Garden of Eden. Jehovah considered what was going on within Eden to be his only failure, and would not admit to that failure in front of Lucifer. He really did not want to admit to this failure in front of anybody, but he had to find a way to fix it. Talking to Mars and Venus was the only way he could think of.
Jehovah did have a few chances to approach Mars in the forest that surrounded the Garden of Eden. Mars was the leader of the hunting groups that were sent out by his town on a regular basis. Jehovah almost appeared before Mars the first time that he saw that he was
Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 22
Chapter: 22 The Cold Shoulder
I was the first to rise the next morning, just as the sun did the same. "Onas.", I tapped his shoulder.
The brawny gypsy began to stir. "Hmmm? Morning already?"
"Yes, can you get everyone up?"
"It's my specialty, Hans.", chuckled Onas as he grabbed Eduardo by the face and shoved him into his armpit.
"GEEEEAGH!", wheezed Eduardo. "Alright! I'm up! I'm up! Just stop shoving me into those horrible pits!"
Luckily, Eduardo's outburst caused the others to awaken, sparing them from the same smelly fate. Mama stretched herself out, "Rise and shine! I want everyone ready to move now!"
Everyone stretched out and geared up for the end of our trip. I locked eyes with Vita for a brief moment. "Good morning.", she sighed, averting my ga
Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 16
Chapter: 16 Pain of the Past
I was in complete and utter shock. What were Robert and the soldiers of my kingdom doing here? I didn't have time to think as he rode off, firing his flintlock pistol at fleeing gypsies. I had to put an end to this. "Wait!", I yelled while running and waving my arms. "Stop!"
Vita nearly shot me, "Hans? What the hell are you doing? You're going to get yourself killed!"
I ignored her and kept running towards the enemy. It was then that I saw Robert dismounting his horse. A gypsy charged at him, only to be bested in a sword fight. My brother sheathed his military saber and pointed at the nearby tents. "Torch'em!", he ordered. "I want every gypsy rat turned to ash!" I watched as the artistic, mute teen from before came running out of the tent. His face flashed a look of pure terror as he grasped whatever artwork he could save. Robert tripped
Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 20
Chapter: 20 Secret Plans
"Take aim!", ordered Marek as his men dismounted and trained their rifles on the soldiers. "Fire!" Their bullets struck enemy lines before they returned fire. With both sides in shambles, Marek gave the order to charge. War gypsies collided with Weselton soldiers in the bloody chaos that was hand-to-hand combat. It was one body atop another as the fight raged on. Men would down several opponents before being riddled with bullets, while others met their end by the sword or bayonet.
"Coming through!", yelled Onas as he body-slammed a group of soldiers. He snapped another's neck before drawing his flintlock and firing into the crowd.
Mama met up with us, "Marek! Hold the center!"
"You got it, Mama!", grunted Marek as he hacked men down with his dual scimitars.
She faced us. "Vita, Hans. Follow Onas and f
Damien's Time - Mars and Venus Approached 2 Jehovah grew angry from what Venus was telling him, “What do you mean that you can't help me ? What do you mean that you don't know how to make a human ? These people were created on your planets ! You and Mars are the only ones who can answer this for me ! Even if you didn't create the people, I know that you watched as the planet was doing whatever it did ! Tell me what the planet did ! I have to know what to do so Adam can have a companion inside of my garden !”
Venus started to back away as Jehovah grew angry, “I don't know what else I can tell you, she said as she started looking for Mars, “The creation of people is not something that happened all at once, it was a very long and drawn out process. Their creation was too long for us to watch all of it, so it is not something that either one of us would be able to reproduce.”
“Jehovah !” screamed Mars as he came back to where he had heard Jehovah whe
Little Turtle Dove: Chapter 3Little Turtle Dove- A TMNT fanfic.
The first cold August draft blew away the warm candle of the July heat in New York City as slight drizzles began appearing as billowing opaque sheets, shouting the presence of its cold biting winters in the city. The sky sheathed a dark sheet of its magnificent dark clouds upon them, blocking out the only warm ray of the shining sun to meet upon the frozen earth. The froth-chained, grey green sea that circled very boundaries of the city now eagerly leapt with its waves dancing to the enchanting whistling tune of the bewitching wind with the seagulls retreating to the tops of the city’s buildings, rustling their feathers, whining and disgruntled by the presence of the wicked winter.
It was the kind of weather that was ready to test anyone’s endurance.
Apparently, Diana loved the wintery season. To her, it was one of the most magical moments to witness the wind and rain at work. To see the clouds twisting and turning
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