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April sliced at the carrot she gingerly held to the wood she used to cut vegetables on. Her hair blew a tad from the breeze of the wind that snuck through an open window. Soon, it would be autumn and too cold to keep the window open.
It was one of those quiet days in the house she and Donnie owned. It amazed her that it had been six years since they had fallen in love, five of those spent as parents...
She was now twenty-four years old, and she had been working for years towards her goal of one day being a journalist for the world of scientist. It was a struggle, but she knew with the support of her family, friends, and daughter, one day that goal would become a reality.
April finished cutting the carrot and brushed it into a pile for the stew she was making. She wiped at her brow as she heard footsteps walk into the room and smiled, recognizing the familiar stride of her husband.
April opened a cupboard to reveal a stack of plates and cups. "Hey, honey, dinner is almost done," she said as she stood on her toes and took a plate. "Could you set the table and get Maggie ready for din-"
The red head turned around and the smile dropped from her face. The plate slipped from her fingers and went crashing to the floor where it immediately smashed to pieces.
There, before her, was a man she had never seen before. He was tall with dark brown hair, pale skin, a toned but lean body with eyes so...familiar...but it wasn't Donnie. It wasn't her husband. How could she have made such a terrible mistake? How did he even find them?
April didn't remember opening her mouth, but the sound of her scream filled the room as she grabbed the knife she had been using and held it, protecting her for whatever came her way.
It was one of those quiet days in the house she and Donnie owned. It amazed her that it had been six years since they had fallen in love, five of those spent as parents...
She was now twenty-four years old, and she had been working for years towards her goal of one day being a journalist for the world of scientist. It was a struggle, but she knew with the support of her family, friends, and daughter, one day that goal would become a reality.
April finished cutting the carrot and brushed it into a pile for the stew she was making. She wiped at her brow as she heard footsteps walk into the room and smiled, recognizing the familiar stride of her husband.
April opened a cupboard to reveal a stack of plates and cups. "Hey, honey, dinner is almost done," she said as she stood on her toes and took a plate. "Could you set the table and get Maggie ready for din-"
The red head turned around and the smile dropped from her face. The plate slipped from her fingers and went crashing to the floor where it immediately smashed to pieces.
There, before her, was a man she had never seen before. He was tall with dark brown hair, pale skin, a toned but lean body with eyes so...familiar...but it wasn't Donnie. It wasn't her husband. How could she have made such a terrible mistake? How did he even find them?
April didn't remember opening her mouth, but the sound of her scream filled the room as she grabbed the knife she had been using and held it, protecting her for whatever came her way.
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TMNT: Last Resort
Hamato Yoshi did not like venturing to the surface, especially during the day. Today was different.
Splinter was in the kitchen cleaning. His five-year-old sons were playing. Donatello was going over flash cards with Michelangelo to help him learn his numbers and letters. Leonardo and Raphael were running around playing a made up game.
“Mikey what does this say?” Donnie asked.
“C-c-at” Mikey stuttered out.
“Good! Now what number is this?” Donnie said holding up a nine.
“S-six?”
“No, try again.”
“n-na-i-na,” Mikey did his best to sound out the word.
“Nine, go
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TMNT: Donnie and April's Song
It was just another day in New York City. In the sewers, the turtles and April had finished training for the day and were free to do whatever. Michelangelo, Raphael, and Leonardo decided to stay in their rooms and sleep before evening patrol. Donatello, as usual, was working on something in his lab. Splinter was meditating.
April decided since no one was hogging the TV, she would watch some shows of her own. After a while, she got bored. She barely looked to her left and saw a baby grand piano.
April never saw it there before and wondered why she never saw it. Then she remembered Donnie talking about how they found it abandoned in the back
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TMNT: Missing: Chapter 3 - Home Again
Chapter 3: Home Again
Leo could not stop thinking about the night they went to the location Donnie thought Mikey could be. Now in his mind he memorized every rock and stone on the roof top, how many steps it took to get to the fire escape, that there was dent in the air vent. He could see every detail, except the one we wanted to see, his brother.
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Mikey felt a knock on his carapace followed by Karai’s voice, “Knock-knock, time to wake up.” Mikey poked his head out slowly as Karai too the opportunity to use his carapace as seat. “Little tired today hope you don’t mind,” she said. Mikey sighed and he t
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Hoping to post chapter 2 by tonight after class/before work XD
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I have a feeling it's Donnie..
Kinda same isn't it :
Tall, Brown hair, red/brown eyes - stranger
Tall, red/brown eyes - Don
Kinda same isn't it :
Tall, Brown hair, red/brown eyes - stranger
Tall, red/brown eyes - Don