The Other Side of the City--Chapter 159 by Illusionna, literature
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The Other Side of the City--Chapter 159
Splinter retreated to the dojo, the picture of his four sons in his hands. The Phoenix had this in her pocket, and from the look of it, it had been there a while. It was wrinkled and worn, the edges of the folds were beginning to come apart. She must have found it when she’d found him in the sewers, months ago. Why had she kept from him when he’d stayed with her in The Burrow? And why had she kept it after he’d left. How long had she been carrying it? Why was she carrying it at all?
Not an hour after Arcos and Aries had left, the quiet of the Lair was disrupted with the boys beginning to argue. He took a deep breath
Sins, Debts, Years, and Foes--Chapter 29 by Illusionna, literature
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Sins, Debts, Years, and Foes--Chapter 29
“Dude, he’s in Disneyland!” Michaelangelo held up the tabloid that April had brought down to the sewers to show them. “What’s it say?” he asked.
“I don’t read Japanese, Mikey,” April said.
They all turned to Leo.
“I don’t read Kanji either,” the blue banded turtle said. “Man, he does not look like he’s at the happiest place on Earth.”
“He looks like he’s about to kill someone,” Donnie remarked.
“That kid he’s looking at?” Raph suggested.
“I found it!” Casey laughed, turning the laptop toward them.
Sins, Debts, Years, and Foes--Chapter 28 by Illusionna, literature
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Sins, Debts, Years, and Foes--Chapter 28
Casey Jones resisted going to Alice’s hideout, again. He’d been once since she’d gone to visit her family, out west somewhere, she wouldn’t say where. The place was exactly the same as it always was, dusty, quiet, with his buttmark on the beanbag seat. So instead, he sat on top of a low building, five stories up, watching the streets below for any Purple Dragon scum that might deign show their faces.
She’d texted him twice since was gone. He wanted to call her so bad, to hear her voice, husky with that to die for Brooklyn accent. But he hadn’t gotten the guts to do it yet. She hadn’t called him
Sins, Debts, Years, and Foes--Chapter 24 by Illusionna, literature
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Sins, Debts, Years, and Foes--Chapter 24
Saki had to hold back his vexation at Nikka as his private plane landed in Sado City. She had argued with him about their itinerary, something he was entirely unaccustomed to. His irritation had nowhere to go, much as when his minions failed due to something beyond their control. Unfortunately, unfunneled frustration had a tendency to fester inside of him like a sore.“It is going to look suspicious of we go straight to Sado City without going through Tokyo,” Nikka had argued.
Suspicious of what? Being rich? He hadn’t worked to be where he was in his life to be accountable to airports. He held back his tongue. “
The Other Side of the City--Chapter 151 by Illusionna, literature
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The Other Side of the City--Chapter 151
As Phoenix felt the hard, exoskeletal like skin beneath Baxter Stockman’s sweater give slightly as she was rammed against him, the image of what was now her daughter was all that her eyes saw.
As the mutagen drained away, it left a twisted body, still dark green with even darker triangles on a powerful snakes body. She couldn’t see Medusa’s upper half, it was buried beneath the rest of her physique. Then, as if rising from the waves of the sea that were her body, she raised one of her skinny arms.
For a brief moment, Phoenix felt relief, her little Curly Que was alive, she was OK. But then the rest of her body followed,
The Other Side of the City--Chapter 148 by Illusionna, literature
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The Other Side of the City--Chapter 148
Within three days of not being bitten, the stench of Karai’s venom was gone from her system. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not, the reek of the dungeon was much clearer to her nose without the snaky acridness tainting it, but Phoenix began to feel somewhat normal again. The room no longer spun. Her tongue and lips no longer felt swollen. The marks where the girl’s many mouths had bitten her were all healed, her face did not hurt and the amount of water she was given each day did not quench her thirst.
To her doctor’s mind, they were all good things, things that showed improvement of the patient and were to b
Aries stepped over the turnstiles to the Lair, carrying two large, though almost empty, homemade messenger bags over his shoulders and a dingy knapsack on his back. His open chested denim vest revealed a low covering of wool, grown back from his summer shearing. With no one being in the pit, he made his way to the kitchen. He dropped all three bags on the floor, opened the fridge door, and grabbed a Coke with a “Yes!” April had obviously been there that day. Otherwise, the soda would be all gone.
Plopping himself down in a chair, which protested under his weight, he opened the Coke with a satisfying hiss. Bringing the alumin