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TMNT- Through the Fire, Part 2

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    Though the gas and smoke stung his eyes and throat, Michelangelo fought to find his way through the ashy building: more importantly, to find that little girl. With his crystal blue eyes tearing, the orange-clad turtle beheld a flight of stairs which were miraculously stable. Dodging falling bits of flaming debris that fell from the ceiling, Michelangelo began his journey up the steps.


    As he climbed the steps, coughing all the way up, Mikey could feel his lungs constricting. With one quaking stride, Michelangelo gasped as the wooden stair piece he was about to step on crackled and fell down to the ground floor. Though he tried not to, the young turtle thought of how easy it would be to just turn back and leave: to just go out the way he came, breathe in the fresh nighttime air, and go home.


    ‘Nope,’ Mikey thought to himself, gulping deeply, ‘No quittin’ now. I’ve gotta do this.’


    After a few minutes of mountaineering, Michelangelo had finally reached the second level of the building. Pausing for only a moment to wipe the large beads of sweat that were stained across his brow, Mikey took immediate action as he searched through each room for the little girl. He only hoped he wasn’t too late…


    With blood-shot eyes, Mikey searched through every room on that floor. In each area he peaked in, the orange-clad turtle saw sofas scorched with fire, and broken picture frames singed by the ravenous flames. It was like Death was dragging his finger along the walls of each room— setting ablaze every inanimate object and all it stood for.  It was just horrifying, simply horrifying, to see all of these apartments: these memory-holders, these homes… destroyed.


    There was no time to dwell, and for Michelangelo, time was of the essence. Though his throat was like the Sahara from breathing in the shallow, dry ash, Mikey used what little voice he had to call the young girl’s name.


    “Emily,” Mikey cried hoarsely with a cough, “Emily, where are ya dudette?”


    Still no luck, Michelangelo continued to call out to the little girl. He wondered if he was calling the right name. Maybe he wasn’t loud enough, and she didn’t hear him. Or maybe… maybe she couldn’t hear him. Quickly, Mikey discharged this thought: he had to keep the faith. Just then, a loud crash of something caving in startled the young turtle; and shrill, high-pitched scream rattled the room. The most startling thing about this, however, was— due to his sore, dry throat from breathing in all of the smoke— the high-pitched, girly scream didn’t belong to Michelangelo.


    Lifting an eyebrow in curiosity, Mikey looked in all directions to find the source of the scream. As he excavated through the area, the orange-clad turtle perked up once he heard the sound of soft whimpers and quiet sniffles coming from the corner of the complex he believed used to be a kitchen. Rushing over, Michelangelo tore through everything that stood in his path: knocking over an enflamed table, singed chairs— even the refrigerator! And surely enough, he found in the corner of the room a little girl in pink pajamas: rolled up in a frightful fetal position clutching a rag doll that was just as sooty as she was.


    “Emily,” Michelangelo cried with excitement before turning his head and releasing a gruff cough, “Quick, dudette! We gotta getchu outta here!”


    “Wwwho are you,” Emily moaned as she scooted a few inches away from Michelangelo.


    Just as Mikey was about to reply, a deafening rumble quaked above him. This was a sign, and Michelangelo knew that they had to get out… now.


    “Th-there’s no time to explain,” Mikey answered back hoarsely, “But look: I’m a friend. A-and I’m gonna get you back with your Mommy. But we’ve gotta-“


    “Annie, too,” the blue-eyed little girl inquired as she lifted her worn-out rag doll toward Michelangelo.


    Trying to keep things light so not to scare the little one, Michelangelo replied in as cheery a voice as his raw throat would let him, “Uh… well, yeah! Of course Annie, too!”


    “Yay! Okay, let’s go!”


    Taking the mutant’s hand, Emily (and Annie) followed Michelangelo through smoldered, smoky hallway. Listening to the little girl coughing above his own, the orange half-shelled hero mustered up enough breath to speak to her.


    “Emily,” Michelangelo choked out, “Uh, pretend you’re swimming. Hold your breath- try not to breathe too much, okay?”


    Nodding amiably, Emily began to hold her breath as she and the big green man charged through the building. Though it was pitch black and thick as pea soup, Michelangelo seemed remembered the way he came; with his memory serving as his only compass.


    Finally down to the ground level of the apartment complex, the three victims were close to the front door. Unfortunately, way to the door was blocked by a raging flame rising high into the ceiling: burning through the second floor’s support beams, weakening its strength, and nearing a collapse which would cause the entire building to crumble.


     Knowing that time was wearing as thin as the building’s foundation, Mikey thought of a quick plan to get Emily and Annie the doll out of there. Sprinting over to one of the nearby windows, the orange-clad turtle punched out the glass with one jab. Though his hand was cut and bloodied, Michelangelo stifled a yelp of pain, picked up the little girl, and helped her climb out the window to her freedom.


    Meanwhile, on the outside of the building, the very worried half-shelled heroes still waited anxiously for the return of their brother.


    “He’s been in there a long time,” Donnie said quietly as he stared at the building.


    “Too long,” Raph added, looking over at Leonardo.


    “Enough of this,” Leo brooded determinedly, “I’m going-“


    All of a sudden, a wave of cheering stirred from the front of the building. Eyes wide with hope, the turtles sprinted to see what was going on.


    Both thrilled that the little girl was alright and disappointed that Michelangelo was not there with her, the turtles beheld the sweet reunion of the frightened young mother and her little Emily. While the police officers and fire men tried to fight off the people who began to crowd the small family, the two of them shared a saccharine embrace of tears and relief.


    “Oh, Emily, sweetheart,” the youthful woman sighed happily as she repeatedly kissed her daughter on the head, “Don’tchu ever scare Mommy like that again! Now where were you?! You were right behind me, and when I looked away for a second you were gone-“


    “I’m sorry, Mommy,” Emily exclaimed as she wiped the dirt from her eye, “But I had to go back for Annie! They said, ‘everybody out,’ and I fergot her in the rush! So- I turned back, and I went ta look for her.”


    “Oh, honey,” the mother scolded, “That was very foolish. You could’ve- Oh, never mind. What matters now is that you’re safe. But Emily, dear, how did you ever escape?”


    “Well,” Emily began, “There was guy who helped me out-“


    Just as the turtles were about to walk back to the other side of the building, Donnie elbowed Raph and Leo in their sides and nodded his head towards the child.


    “-He was really nice! He knew the way out an’ everything. He even helped Annie get out, too! Le’see… he was, er, like a big green man!”


    Looking eagerly at each other, the brothers continued as the mother chuckled, “Oh, honey. And where did this ‘big green man’ go?”


    “Hmmm,” Emily pondered, “I dunno! I think he said that he was gonna leave the other way.”


    Without missing a beat, the boys in green sprinted to back of the apartment building to see if their heroic brother had made it out yet.


    “He’s gotta be back there by now,” Donnie insisted cheerily as he dashed alongside his brothers.


    “Yeah,” Leo adjoined, “I bet he’s there right now. What do you think, Raph? “


    Raphael, however, was speechless. For when the three turtles finally reached their destination, no orange-clad turtle was found. Staring at each other in despair, Raph, Don, and Leo all bowed their heads in despondency.


    Just then, the ground began to shake uneasily. The fog in the air grew thicker as larger pieces of fiery wreckage collapsed, stirring up dusty ashes which tumbled to the earth. Through the haze, Donatello squinted his eyes to find the dark silhouette of the tall, six-story building beginning to buckle, and attempted to yell above the deafening rumble, “It’s gonna fall!”


    Even as the smoke stung them, Raphael’s eyes grew wide with fear, and promptly screeched, “Michelangelooooo!”


    Just as the building began to fall to the ground, a mysterious ‘CRASH’ sounded as a mysterious, bulky shadow whirled out of the back windows and smack into the ground.


    Within seconds, the entire building was in ruins. Nobody moved. All anybody could do was cough and cry. As the dust settled, the turtles knew that since there was no longer a giant building blocking their existence, they had to leave.


    “We… we need to go,” Leonardo said quietly.


    “B-but what about Michelangelo,” Raphael screamed; his voice cracking with emotion.


    With tears in his eyes, just they were in his brothers’, Leo replied, “Raph… It kills me to say this, but-“


    Just as Leonardo was about choke out the words his heart pained to say, Donatello looked once more upon the scene of the fire and exclaimed, “LOOK!”

Part 2 :love:

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LOOK WHERE AGAIN WITH THE CLIFFHANGERES!