SpookyKook

The rain fell hard in New York City and April and Donatello had nearly gotten out of a fight with the Foot Clan alive. Everywhere they turned, there was another member. Here. There. Everywhere. It was intoxicating and the rain seamed to make it seem as though there were twice as many members than there were. April felt herself be tugged through a hole and into an abandoned warehouse. Outside she could hear the footsteps of the Clan race by each and every way. She shivered, feeling the water run over her body like icy fingers. The boxes and crates gave her no warmth. No light. Just dust, cobwebs and the cold. The cruel, cruel cold. The red h