7. Chapter 7 (1/2)

hey, i'm sorry i have taken so long to post another chappie, i've been crazy busy, running around everywhere and barely had time to work on this chapter. i'm staying at my grandmas for the weekedn and took teh chance to post this now. i think it's a little thrown together, but tell me what you guys think of it. i took the chance to replace the original post with this one because i read it over and had a few gramatical errors...here's a slightly better version.

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"i checked the security cameras, the footage confirmed he did not return last night." donnie's mahogany eyes didn't remove their stolid stare from the screen, "no one came or left after 3:00 am..." his hands grew shaky and sweaty, discouraged by the news the security systems

ought. despite the hopeful wishes for a sighting of a familiar sea green and blue figure walking across the computer security screen, the screen was bare and still, barely ever changing as donnie zipped through the tape at a high speed. every so often, a rat, or roach, and even once, a sewer worker would pass through the screen, unaware they were even being watched by four mutants. the dire realization that leo hadn't come anywhere close to the lair, grew more ad more obvious and frightening as the end of the recorded footage left them with a blank, blue screen.

splinter's face showed horror and fear, even though he tried to mask it by clearing his throat repeatedly, stroking his hand against his white and

own beard and closing his eyes. it wasn't like leonardo to disappear and leave without a reason, or a word to his father or

others. nope, not a word from him, he just vanished, like dust, like he never existed. splinter knew something had to be very wrong he if failed to return home on time, or at all for heaven sake, but he kept this worried bottled up and hidden from his other sons, being the strong father figure he knew he had to be at the time.

"you think she got him...again?" mikey asked timidly, "you know...karai." at first, michelangelo was worried he'd upset his family with a foolish question like that, but the confidence quickly blossomed in his expression when splinter placed a caring hand on mikey's shoulder.

"i'm not entirely sure, but she could be a factor in the equation." donatello rubbed his chin in thought, taking his

other's question into deep consideration, and taking it very seriously, dead serious.

raphael drew his weapons in anticipated manner, "well what are we waiting for!? let's go find that black and blonde bit-" he was silenced when he remembered his sensei was directly behind him. he shamefully tucked his sais back into his belt, hushing himself and his explosive anger, stopping himself before he spat a hateful word.

splinter's eyes were staring down at his son, but a calm, serene expression danced across them distinctly, "i agree..." he nodded once with a slight movement.

the three sons stared at their father in disbelief, listening to what he had to say. "we don't know whether she had something to do with it, but i agree that would be a good place to start." he nodded, his mind focusing on finding leo's mind, wherever he was.

"...

ing your

other home." he demanded, then turned to leave the room, and find a quiet place to meditate, hoping he could possibly connect with his son's mind.

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