Burnt Ice
Chapter 6
Magia was well liked by everyone, well almost everyone Don said that Magia got in his way when he was conducting his experiments. And so I had to keep a close eye on where she went. Especially when everyone else was busy, Magia would become bored and would begin to explore.
One night as Splinter was teaching me chess Magia got into a bad pickle with Don. "Ahg!! Aeval!!! Get your stupid ferret before it ruins my work!!"
He yelled from across the room as I tried in vain to make a good move against Splinter.
"Just pick Magia up and put her down away from your work, after you scold her she won't do it again… Well, for a while anyway" I explained as Splinter contemplated his next move, and just as he did, Donatello yelled "It’s not that easy, I can’t reach her!" as Don’s news sunk in,
Splinter replied in a soft chuckle "Check mate." I didn’t hear what he said "What?!?" I asked referring to Donnie more than Splinter. "He said ‘Check mate’" Leo replied from the couch. "Wha?" I asked still a bit confused, "Donnie didn’t say ‘Check mate’!" I didn’t wait for an answer, instead I ran to Don’s section of the room, which he called his ‘laboratory.
"Where is she?" I demanded, Donnie pointed to what looked like a badly put together toaster attached to a pole. "She is in the barrel of my Nucleonic Meculater Dispenser!" He explained, "I have tried to get her out but she refuses to even budge! I need her out so I can finish!" I rolled my eyes at him and lifted up the toaster like object, I tipped, the barrel downwards and out slid Magia, whom was dirtier than a pig in warm mud.
"Now look at you!" I complained to Magia, "See what your curiosity has gotten you into? Now I have to give you a bath!" I hesitated as what I said repeated through my ears ‘deja vu’ I thought to myself, where had I heard that before? I shook the thoughts from my head, I would contemplate them later, I had a pet to tend to.
After cleaning, and feed Magia, I had supper with the rest, as usual, I was the only who prayed, (I find that praying makes the food taste better), the guys ignored me and began to inhale the food set before them, while Venus and Splinter smiled as they usually did at my ritual.
It was strangely quiet at the table during the meal, the silence was driving me nuts. "The pizza’s delicious Mikie!" I replied trying to break the stillness of the table. Michelangelo looked at me and slightly smiled, "Thanks Ave, this is the first time I tried making Pizza Stew."
‘Someth'n is up’ I thought, they were hiding something from me, I could feel it through my reptilian bones.
I decided not to ask them any questions, whatever it was they, did not want me to know. This, of course, made me curious of what they hiding. ‘Curiosity killed the cat’ they say, well, I am not a feline, I am a turtle, a ‘Cryptodira Sapian’ to be exact. A Cryptodira is a subspecies for Chelonia, the genetic name for turtle, that pull their heads into the shells by ‘telescoping movement’ of the neck. As you can see I have had a lot of time on my hands lately, I borrowed Donnie’s Funk & Wagnalls New Encyclopedia, mainly volume 26, wich contained the information about turtles. I find that the name ‘Cryptodira Sapian’ is better than a mutant biped turtle.
Later that evening, we all watched the channel 6 news, there had been a substitute reporter for the extent of my time with the turtles, but now the real reporter was back, apparently she was doing research in Texas, a place where I believe I lived for a period of time. "Hello New York, this is April O’neil with the eight o’clock news. As you know I have been in Houston, Texas on the story of the kidnapping of three teenage girls. Randi Tezlof," That name made me want to faint, ‘Randi?’ I asked my self, ‘Am I Randi Tezlof?’ April went on with her report as I thought, "Morgan Daily, and Dianne Rose, where last seen on July 4, 2000 during a party to celebrate Independence Day. The three girls where between the ages of 15 and 13. The H.P.D believe that the captors took them to New York City. Here are the last photos taken of them." Suddenly, three pictures appeared on the screen, the names of the girls in question where under each picture.
Randi Tezlof had golden brown hair that barely brushed her shoulders with hazel eyes and olive skin. Morgan Daily had blonde hair, gray eyes, and honey tan skin; while Dianne Rose was an African American with black hair past her shoulders, dark brown eyes (they looked almost black), and her skin was considerably light for her race. "If you have any information about their disappearance or where they might be please call 1800-371-2539, thank you. This is April O’neil signing off, back to you Vernon!" The names and pictures raced through my mind, I was Randi Tezlof, but where was Morgan and Dianne? Dead? No, the can’t be, but where were they? The answer was some where embedded in my brain, I just had to find it, but for now, should I tell them my real name?
End of Chapter 6