Curse of the Necromancer

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      ~3 days later. 04:00 am~

      An inconspicuous but high shadow quietly sneaks into the lair of the guys. Quickly slipping between the TV and the sofa, past the kitchen and stairs to the turtles' rooms, she hurried to the dojo. There was only a barely audible rustle of a pitch-black cloak.       Master Splinter at this time did not sleep, but meditated, not expecting guests. The door flew open abruptly. Sensei opened his eyes.       “Leonardo?” — he said, thinking that his son could not sleep, but there was no answer. Then Sensei picked up a staff lying next to him, preparing to attack. The same shadow entered the room with a quick step, no longer hiding its presence. Yoshi tensed and waited for the moment when the stranger came extremely close, and now, this moment has come. Splinter jumped up and held the end of his staff to the guest’s throat.       “Who are you? How did you get here? And what do you want?” — Immediately began to ask Hamato questions in a stern voice, not seeing the face of the stranger.       “Master Hamato Yoshi, I need to talk to you seriously.” — the voice was familiar, but Splinter could not remember whose it was and only pressed the end of his weapon more tightly to the throat of the unexpected guest.       “Master”, — Orimura took off hood. “I need to talk to you VERY seriously. About your guys and my girls.” — his voice was agitated, angry and even a little disappointed. He himself was on pins and needles, with tension and a certain amount of rage mixed with fear from him. — “I won’t drink tea.”       “Orimura De Milo?” — the elder was astonished. — “Why at such a late hour? What happened?” — put the weapon aside and went to the table in the corner of the room. — “Good. Your right.”       “The situation is very tense. Your guys shouldn’t see my daughters anymore.” Orim took a deep breath and was tense. Obviously he is furious. Splinter looked at him a little in bewilderment and with a twinkle of severity.       “My sons, did they do something?”       “No”. — the girls' father immediately snapped, leaning against the wall.       “Then… what happened?” — Hamato worried and anxiously rolled his guest with a glance.       “We have problems. About which I prefer to remain silent.” — a little annoyed, said Orimura through clenched teeth. — “What the guys 'know' about us is all lies. The girls deliberately lied. They didn’t tell you anything?” — looked at the old man. “Sorry for being so rude on my part.” Orimur lowered his head apologetically.       “I am not angry”. — the elder closed his eyes. “They told me and said that they suspected that they were lying, but if they really were lying, then,” the senior sensei sat down on the mat. “Can you tell me the truth, Orimura? I won’t tell my sons anything.” — looked at the younger senior.       The younger looked at Yoshi warily.       “I can not.”       “You can’t… or don’t you trust?” — explained the sage, looking the younger in the eyes. To which he looked away, sighing heavily.       “Okay. Not a word to the guys, master, please.” — sat down opposite Orim. — “I do not want to interfere with what will happen. Either I will kill them, but what they will do to my daughters, having no resistance.” — sighed heavily.       “Having no resistance? To whom? Tell me. I won’t say anything…”

~09:00 am~

      Mikey was tossing and turning from nightmare in his bed, whispering something indistinct.       “A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a!!!” — He jumped sharply, sweat poured down his forehead. — “Amli!!!” — breathes heavily. — “Fuck… I couldn’t.” — Mike squeezed out of himself, frost went through his body, goose bumps ran. He was shaking not childishly.       From his screams, the guys fell from their beds and ran to him. Raph broke in first.       “Mikey! WHAT happened?! What are you yelling?!” — in his hand was a sai, which he instantly grabbed from the bedside table, and Donnie flew right behind Raf just in case with a first-aid kit.       “Mikey! Did you fall out of bed? Hit?” Donnie stumbled over an empty pizza box himself. — “Ay! A-a-a-a-a!” — fell on Leo, who had just run into the room.       “Rather, we will kill ourselves to death in this room than you will ever cleaning here…” — rubbed the bruised back of Leo’s head.       “So what happened here at all?! What were you yelling about?” — Raf approached his younger brother, almost poking a sai in his neck.       “I AM? Yes… I had a nightmare…” — laughed nervously. Don and Leo stood up, rubbing the punctured spots.       “He had a nightmare…” — Raf started slowly. — “And so it is necessary to yell?!”       “Well… he was really scary.” — the younger scratched his head, looking down.       “Really terrible…” — the rebel threw up his hands. “So what is it? Sensei hitting? Or did he beat you?” — rolled his eyes.       “Worse…” — the younger legs tucked under him.       “Okay. Let’s go. Come on. Sensei hasn’t even seen us today.” Leo interrupted everyone.       “Ay!” The rebel rolled his eyes. — “You know how to break the buzz”       “Sons!” Splinter’s voice rang out throughout the house. — “I need to talk to you!”       “Well… let’s go.” — Leo urges the brothers.       “Yes, we go!” — Raf barked and left the room and headed to the dojo. Followed by the rest       The guys came to the dojo and were a little surprised to see the girls' father instead of Splinter.       “Hello”. — they bowed to him.       “Same to you.” — nodded his head, closing Orimura eyes and crossing his arms, which surprised the guys a little. His voice was harsh, different from what it used to be.       “Master Orimura?” Leo asked, not paying attention to Orim’s voice yet.       “I have a serious and rude conversation with you,” his voice became even more rude and he himself strained. The guys froze.       “What’s happened?” — Raf did not understand and frowned.       “You won’t see girls anymore. And this is not discussed.” — the elder decided not to torment. The guys almost sat down in shock.       “W-why? What happened? We’re…” Mike stuttered.       “I am not asking you” — he abruptly opened his eyes full of rage. The guys staggered back, staring at him. — “You will not see my daughters again. Period!” — clenched menacing fists. Even Raf himself caught his breath and turned pale. This is the first time the guys have seen Orimur that way. And they did not understand why he was like that.       “But… But…” — Don tried to connect at least two words.       “No buts!” Orimur snarled. — “I’m not going to report to you for what I say.” — from the sight of the girls' father, the guys felt uncomfortable.       “We are not asking you to report back …” — Leo began and caught the master’s angry glance. — “And please just explain why…”       “I’m not going to explain anything either.” — snapped Orimur, and Leo swallowed nervously— “And I repeat again. You will not see the girls anymore. And that says it all!” — he abruptly went to the exit past the guys.       “But why?!” — the rebel has already objected. — “We didn’t even touch them with a finger!” — said Raf, which he immediately regretted.       These words seemed to awaken the beast in the father of the girls. He turned sharply and grabbed Raf by the throat and pressed him against the wall, slightly raising him above the floor.       “Didn’t touch…?” — growled. — “If you touch my girls, I will cut you!” — the guys were shocked by this behavior of the master and at the same time in a panic. — “And if I see next to them…” — Raf barely stood on his toes so as not to suffocate.       “Master Orimura! Stop!” — the others were already yelling, trying to bring him to his senses. — “We all get it! Stop it!”       “That’s good”. — the elder loosened his grip and the rebel fell to the floor with a crash, trying to catch his breath, and Orim walked briskly to the exit.       “Raf! Are you okay?” — sat down to him Mike. There was a slam of a door. Orimura left.       “Fuck… They what? Is everyone crazy?!” — said the master sai, dumbfounded and furious.       “Sons…” — Splinter entered the room.       “Sensei”. — the guys knelt in front of him. “May I ask?”       “Why is Orimura De Milo so aggressive?” — the father looked at the sons.       “Yes. Exactly! Why is he letting go of his hands?! I didn’t do anything!” — Raf was indignant, holding on to his neck.       “He’s worried about his daughters.” Splinter lowered his head.       “But then…” Don began. — “Stop! The excitement about the daughters… Uh-uh… Can you tell me more?” — raised eyebrow.       “Mean? That is, the girls are still…” — Mike guessed.       “Yes.” Yoshi snapped meekly.       “And you know something? Tell me! You know the truth!” — Raf threw up his hands.       “I can not”. — shook his head, closing his eyes Splinter. — “And that’s it”.       “But why?” — the guys could not resist.       “Because so that you do not kill the girls because you have no resistance to their enemy! And Orimura so as not to kill you!” — the elder banged on the floor with a stick. The guys fell silent a little.       “How to understand this? Having no resistance to their enemy? What kind of enemy do they have there? Why…” — Don began to ask many questions.       “Too many questions. To which I…” — sighed deeply. — “I can’t answer.” — There was sadness in Sensei’s voice. — “You can even take offense at me, but I will not say anything.”       “This is despicable… On your and their side,” Leo said sadly and got up and left the dojo.       “Yes. First time agree with Leo.” — followed the leader Raf, and all the others followed him.       Questions swirled in their heads: why did the girls lie? Why did their father act so harshly? What kind of enemy is there that they have no resistance to him? Why was it said that if they intervene, they will kill the girls?       There are so many questions and there are no answers at all…

~In the town~

      Orimura ran across the rooftops to his car. Stopping at one of them, he raised his head to the gloomy sky. Clouds were gathering. It will rain soon.       “You bastard…” — he said out loud. — “Bastard! Only because of you I have to break all relationships and possibly the future of my children!” — from the sharp rage that flared up in him, he powerfully hit the wall. A crack has gone. Orimur is breathing heavily, his hand is numb and buzzing from the blow. The pain from slightly worn and bleeding knuckles slowly spreads throughout the arm.       “I will kill with my own hand!” — said the telepath. — “With your own hands!!!” — his voice was already turning into a scream. He removed again into the wall. The crack got bigger. The skin on his hands was completely cracked and frayed. Scarlet blood ran down his fingers, leaving a bloody imprint on the wall at the same time.       “I hate… When are you going to die, bitch?” Burst out of his mouth as he lifted his head back to the sky, hands down. — “Though you are not in this world yet… But I will not allow you to come here again.” — The rage subsided a little in him. The pain from his worn fists went from his fingers to his elbows.       “Forgive me Dari, I could not resist…” — he looked at his hands. — “I’ll be right there, honey.” — with despair he sighed and ran to the car.       It began to rain, washing away all of father’s blood from the wall. Thunder rumbled. A vague shadow appeared in the air — a ghost, but was, like a man, visible and almost not transparent.       “Fool”. He shook his head. His voice was a little hoarse. — “The most real. My arrival can not be avoided.” — flew up to the wall where there was blood and led his hand over it. This ghost had this blood on his hand.       “And you will be the first.” — insidiously and madly laughed, disappearing…

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