A Dark History
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S through Z › TMNT - Movies
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
9,011
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Introducing April O'Neil
The Channel 3 News Building towered ominously above Fifth Avenue, opposite City Hall. A grim building with a large double-doored entrance stood next to the Police Precinct. Grey clouds rolled by, rain slashed the closed windows like daggers.
A figure emerged from the doors sheltering from the cold and rain, and making a sudden dash for a news van parked nearby. However, before the figure completed its hurried journey, another figure blocked its path. The first figure sighed whilst the latter placed his hands on his hips and looked angrily upon the face of a woman who was known by the all the City's population. Her name was April O'Neil.
The other figure, that of a man, was quite small and almost feminine. He moved with a awkward stride yet his face was open and soft. His name was Charles Pennington, April's boss.
"April" the man said in a low voice, his tone most serious. "I've warned you several times about upsetting Sterns. He's a cruel man with a hidden agenda and I don't want any of my reporters putting themselves in needless danger"
"Come on, Charles. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy watching that rat try and squeeze his way out of trouble on camera" April grinned and opened the van's door with rain-drenched keys. She turned to Charles and he shook his head and an exasperated gasp escaped his lips.
"Did they find the woman's body? The one that went missing?" Sterns asked, eager to change the subject. April was very determined and any sign of weakness on his part would make April even more determined. He admired her spirit, but resented her open stubbornness.
"Find the body?" April sarcastically said "and ruin the perfect record of inefficiency this city's precinct has. Not a chance" April laughed and got into her van.
"Just watch what you say about this man" Charles warned. April looked at him wearily.
"Sterns annoys me Charles. He know something about this crime wave and he isn't doing anything about it" April said, her tone angry.
"Stay out of it April!" Charles warned again, his voice raised - which was unusual for him.
"Your The Boss, boss!" April laughed, with no intention of doing what he asked, she just wanted to close the door against the beating rain and cold slicing wind. She closed the dood drd drove away, leaving Charles shaking his he He He knew too much about his number-one rter ter to be suckered into believing a lie like that. She wasn't about to let Chief Sterns off the hook so lightly.
This attitude put her in danger, and it bothered him because he could not guarantee her safety. He respected her conviction and admired her stamina, but she wasn't thinking of the consequences.
He returned slowly to his office, taking time with the stairs until he reached his office at the summit of the building. He saw the window open, and closed it quickly for it was letting it the wind and rain. However, he didn't realise he had opened it.
Charles didn't see the black clad figure emerge from a dark shadow and make for the door, but what he did see was a newspaper lying on his desk. He hadn't remembered putting that there either. His eyes felt sore, and a headache warminrming. Perhaps he was working too hard, and needed a vacation. He looked at the newspaper and read the title scornfully aloud.
"Monsters Spotted By Early Morning Workers At Murder Site" Charles the lifted the paper to inspect the small print and an A5 folded paper fell from its folds. It fell onto the desk, and Charles opened it to see what had been written.
Charles Pennington,
Stop April O'Neil from reporting on this case.
We know where you live and we know about your young son Danny.
He goes to school at Riverway Park Secondary School.
He attends from 9:00am to 4:30pm.
He catches the Number 5 bus back home.
He walks unguarded for five minutes before he reaches the safety of home.
On Saturday, he leaves his home at 2:30pm for The Mall.
We know about your wife, Melissa.
She is left all day at home doing housework.
We know all these things, and more.
Stop April, or we will take alternate measures to secure our anonymity.
Charles paled. His hands shook, and he looked for a signature but there was none. There was only a small icon in the right hand corner of the paper which looked like a foot with a dagger running through it.
Then Charles picked up the receiver of his office telephone and dialled April's home number. She had not yet arrived home and he hung up. His hands barely managed the effort of replacing the receiver.
He had to stop her before it was too late.
A figure emerged from the doors sheltering from the cold and rain, and making a sudden dash for a news van parked nearby. However, before the figure completed its hurried journey, another figure blocked its path. The first figure sighed whilst the latter placed his hands on his hips and looked angrily upon the face of a woman who was known by the all the City's population. Her name was April O'Neil.
The other figure, that of a man, was quite small and almost feminine. He moved with a awkward stride yet his face was open and soft. His name was Charles Pennington, April's boss.
"April" the man said in a low voice, his tone most serious. "I've warned you several times about upsetting Sterns. He's a cruel man with a hidden agenda and I don't want any of my reporters putting themselves in needless danger"
"Come on, Charles. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy watching that rat try and squeeze his way out of trouble on camera" April grinned and opened the van's door with rain-drenched keys. She turned to Charles and he shook his head and an exasperated gasp escaped his lips.
"Did they find the woman's body? The one that went missing?" Sterns asked, eager to change the subject. April was very determined and any sign of weakness on his part would make April even more determined. He admired her spirit, but resented her open stubbornness.
"Find the body?" April sarcastically said "and ruin the perfect record of inefficiency this city's precinct has. Not a chance" April laughed and got into her van.
"Just watch what you say about this man" Charles warned. April looked at him wearily.
"Sterns annoys me Charles. He know something about this crime wave and he isn't doing anything about it" April said, her tone angry.
"Stay out of it April!" Charles warned again, his voice raised - which was unusual for him.
"Your The Boss, boss!" April laughed, with no intention of doing what he asked, she just wanted to close the door against the beating rain and cold slicing wind. She closed the dood drd drove away, leaving Charles shaking his he He He knew too much about his number-one rter ter to be suckered into believing a lie like that. She wasn't about to let Chief Sterns off the hook so lightly.
This attitude put her in danger, and it bothered him because he could not guarantee her safety. He respected her conviction and admired her stamina, but she wasn't thinking of the consequences.
He returned slowly to his office, taking time with the stairs until he reached his office at the summit of the building. He saw the window open, and closed it quickly for it was letting it the wind and rain. However, he didn't realise he had opened it.
Charles didn't see the black clad figure emerge from a dark shadow and make for the door, but what he did see was a newspaper lying on his desk. He hadn't remembered putting that there either. His eyes felt sore, and a headache warminrming. Perhaps he was working too hard, and needed a vacation. He looked at the newspaper and read the title scornfully aloud.
"Monsters Spotted By Early Morning Workers At Murder Site" Charles the lifted the paper to inspect the small print and an A5 folded paper fell from its folds. It fell onto the desk, and Charles opened it to see what had been written.
Charles Pennington,
Stop April O'Neil from reporting on this case.
We know where you live and we know about your young son Danny.
He goes to school at Riverway Park Secondary School.
He attends from 9:00am to 4:30pm.
He catches the Number 5 bus back home.
He walks unguarded for five minutes before he reaches the safety of home.
On Saturday, he leaves his home at 2:30pm for The Mall.
We know about your wife, Melissa.
She is left all day at home doing housework.
We know all these things, and more.
Stop April, or we will take alternate measures to secure our anonymity.
Charles paled. His hands shook, and he looked for a signature but there was none. There was only a small icon in the right hand corner of the paper which looked like a foot with a dagger running through it.
Then Charles picked up the receiver of his office telephone and dialled April's home number. She had not yet arrived home and he hung up. His hands barely managed the effort of replacing the receiver.
He had to stop her before it was too late.