Shooting Falling Stars

Phantasma

代表団のDonny! 救助の時間!

H-Hi, everyone. *Gulps, flushes.* Forgive me for taking so long to update...completely my bad. D: I've just been feeling a little low, as of late. But I promise to keep trying.

In the meantime, keep rooting for Donny and Yoshi, okay? This chapter is short, and it looks like it ends pretty badly, but not everything is how it appears to be...

Quote:

"And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men."

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Yoshi adjusted his spectacles in the darkness, looking anxious as hands began to hammer on the door once again.

"Yoshi! Alexander," a woman demanded, sounding torn between anger and panic. "What is the meaning of this? I want my son out of there. Right now!"

Click, click. Click, clickclickclickclick.

"Ma'am-the buttons ARE NOT WORKING! I do not know what else to-"

"THEN CALL 911!" The woman cried, sounding close to tears by this point. "Call a technician, call maintenance, just..."

Don could hear someone exhale outside the elevator doors, which vaguely reminded him of Raph. Didn't Master Splinter assign breathing exercises for his hot-headed brother whenever he got worked up?

The young Japanese boy moved stiffly from his wheelchair over to the door, as the lights in the elevator began shifting on and off. Now feeling bolts of panic race up and down his spine, Yoshi pounded on the door with a thin, bony fist.

"Mom, Mom! What do we do in here?"

A pause. "'We?'" asked Yoshi's mother, still sounding rather muffled, but now rather surprised. "Aren't you the only one in there, Yoshi?"

Don wheeled around to stare at him, and the young boy immediately backtracked.

"Uh-uh-uh, n-no. I'm alone. Well, except for my new action figure, Donatello."

The violet-clad young turtle cast his new friend a strange look as Alexander sighed from behind Yoshi's mother.

"Son, that's very nice, but have you tried pressing the emergency buttons?"

The young boy cast a hopeless glance at Donatello, who was still desperately pressing the 'In case of Emergency' red buttons on the paneling, while the lights continued to flicker on and off, on and off, again and again and again.

Yoshi turned back to the door, shook his head, remembered they couldn't see it, and murmured, "No. Nothing's working. The lights just keep going off and on."

The child now sounded as if he were on the verge of tears. He swallowed, and Don hesitated before pressing his hand on his friend's thin shoulder.

'We'll be okay,' the turtle mouthed, as the horrible beep! Beep! Beeping sound came close once again. Yoshi managed a faint smile, and glanced about the small elevator.

"Mom? I won't have to sleep in here, will I?"

Yoshi sounded doubtful, but his mother spoke up almost immediately.

"Oh, no, darling...we will have you out soon. I promise. I promise."

She sounded as if she were attempting to convince herself as well as Yoshi. A little girl's voice piped up once again:

"Mama? Yoshi isn't gonna have ta hafta live in there, does he?" She sounded bemused; Yoshi made a face as an exasperated voice answered her.

"No, Momo. I very much doubt that Yosh-"

The two never heard her finish her sentence; a terrible, loud, moaning noise interrupted them; and there were several gasps reverberating outside before the cable let out a terrible, squawking sound.

Don let out a cry, but no one heard him as the machinery let out a series of creaks, as if something were swinging by a hinge.

Before the two could do as much as exchange so much as a glance, the fraying cord broke at last, sending the machinery into whirling chaos.

And, with that the elevator plummeted away from the first floor. Don and Yoshi's screams were lost in the lost as the machinery sent them down...

...down...

...down.