My head feels like it's being torn to pieces. I bite my tongue and reach for the water bottle sitting nearby. Even after taking a long gulp of it, my head only throbs even more. In frustration, my lip quivers and I cover my head in my arms.
"Lexi, please take something," Don pleads. "You're only making it worse by not taking anything."
"Medicine never helps," I groan, shaking my head slightly.
"It's the only way your headache will go away," Raph stated. "Well, that and getting off of that stupid computer."
"I'm trying to figure out more about the RBMC. Wouldn't you like to know the people who gave me up to the Dark Angels?" I ask, glancing over at the turtles. "Seriously, I'm going to find out whether you help me or not."
"We're going to help you," Leo says softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. "We just want you to be healthy. And obsessing over finding them again for two weeks straight isn't going to cause your condition to continue on the fine line."
"Well what else am I supposed to do?" I shut the laptop. "Rose hardly comes out of her room now, like she's afraid that she'll get kidnapped too and I'm not allowed to go anywhere but my apartment, or here in the lair because of my injuries, which mostly healed a week ago! And my mom is never home anymore; she's always working."
"It's not that you can't handle yourself," Leo says. "We know you're physically fine. But you are the number one target right now to some of the most dangerous the villains in New York City. They know who you are. And now that they know that Shredder was arrested after seeing you and your family, they're all going to jump to conclusions pretty quickly and you're going to be on their 'I want her dead' list, if you aren't already. We want to protect you because you need protecting. And I'm sorry if you don't like that."
I bite my lip and look up at Leo. He genuinely looks apologetic. I know that he knows that I don't like being babied. But he knows that I know that I need to be, especially at this time. So I try not to let my stubbornness get in the way of my words and all I do is nod. He smiles quietly.
"Thank you," he says. "Now is there anything we can get you?"
"One of Mikey's quesadillas would be nice, actually."
"One Michelangelo Masterpiece, comin' right up." Mikey shoots up and heads towards the kitchen, getting out all of the ingredients. As he rustles through the cupboards and fridge, a loud beeping noise sounds through the computer. My eyes widen and I open up the laptop in a flash.
"Donnie!" I exclaim. "I think I've found a location, but I don't know. Can you track what I've got?"
Donnie approaches me quickly and I move so he can sit down.
"I'll try. Depending on how close and constant the signal is, I might be able to locate it. Hold on." The sound of his fingers clicking the keyboard fly throughout the room and the beeping noise continues. It seems to get louder and faster, but I might be just hearing things.
Five minutes have gone by, and by now I know that it's getting louder and quickening by the minute. The intensity in the room is absolutely blasting and I feel like we're all going to have one giant heart attack. Even Mikey has come over to watch. I can't imagine being in Donnie's situation right now.
A few minutes later, and the beeping stops abruptly and the screen goes completely black.
"Crap," Donnie mutters. "They shut it down."
"Who shut it down?" I exclaim. "What?"
"RBMC," he begins. "That was obviously it, but they somehow could tell that we were tracking them. They shut us out before we could get too close."
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The Rising (final book of The Call series) ~ TMNT Fanfiction
FanfictionA loss of family. A loss of love. A loss of direction & a lot of one's own mind. But because of what hasn't been lost, it goes on.
