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PROMOTING MY OTHER LEOSAGI BOOK

This book seemed to do wonders on the Leosagi community (hehehe) and I know it's been a while since I last posted any updates, but I decided to shed light on another book I'd been working on for a while! (real slow updates unfortunately, school is kicking my butt)

So for anyone who wants it, here is the entirety of chapter one of: "Thus Always To Tyrants", a  story set in the future of ROTTMNT.

Enjoy!

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Word of the day: Recuse

Recuse means "to disqualify oneself as judge in a particular case." More broadly, it can also mean "to remove oneself from participation to avoid a conflict of interest.

Casey Jones Jr. was backed into a crumbling brick wall, hyperventilating. He breathed through his mouth in and out slowly, trying not to make too much noise along with his racing heart rate. His mother told him that this was much better than covering his mouth with his sleeve, since a quick heartbeat made it hard to hold his breath. The mouth was a direct line of air, much quieter.

He told himself this over and over, ignoring the pain in his left hand. He'd scraped it sliding on the floor to press his back against this wall, but he directed his mind to other things. Like where his Sensei was. Six year-old Casey's gripped his makeshift bat with nails tightly. The building he was seeking shelter in was abandoned, and the broken windows let in much more light than he could have hoped for.

He focused his sight on his legs, sprawled out in front of him. He'd lost Sensei running from a couple Kraang monsters, but they'd find each other again. They always did.

An explosion from afar snapped him out of his thoughts, and he felt the wind blow past him, throwing strands of his hair in front of his face. Casey groaned and turned around, putting his thumb up to dust cloud caused by the explosion. He closed one eye and tilted his head. The cloud didn't extend past the silhouette of his thumb, so he knew he'd be okay.
Casey gasped as he noticed an orange glow from behind him. He whipped around and saw Michelangelo standing in front of a portal, extending his hand. The turtle gave a sympathetic smile.
"Come on, Casey. Leo's looking for you, you know."

Casey relaxed and stood up. "Uncle, where's Sensei? He usually comes to get me when we get split up."
Mikey sighed and brushed a couple hairs out of his face. "Sorry for the delay, but he's a bit busy right now. You'll want to come see."
The boy furrowed his eyebrows and took his hand, getting pulled into the portal swiftly.

They were suddenly in a well lit kitchen, despite the lack of good electricity on the entire planet. They had Donatello to thank for a well lit place.
Casey set his bat on the floor and ran from room to room, searching for Master Leonardo. He finally found him in Donnie's new lab, leaning over a stretcher. He was hunched over, his hand on top of his head in distress.
The six year-old grew worried and walked up to him. "Sensei...?"
His eyes grew wide as he saw his mothers body laid out limply. She was still breathing. Barely.

He felt tears burn the corners of his eyes. "M-Master, what happened to her?"

Leo finally looked down at him, his tired eyes suddenly brightened. "Hey, Case, glad you're okay. She's gonna be okay, she just got wounded a bit in combat."
Cassandra had an oxygen mask on her face, but something was strange.
Casey tapped Leo's shoulder and pointed to her hand. "Master, she's got something balled up in her fist."

Leo saw this and unwrapped her hand slowly, a piece of paper attached to a gold chain. Before he could read it, Donnie walked in and knocked on the doorway. "Someone's here for you, Leo."
The two turtles exchanged eye contact before Leo stepped away from Cassandra and left the gold chain on the stretcher, signaling for Casey to follow him. The boy started to follow him until Leo pressed a large hand on the small child's chest. "Aren't you forgetting something?"