Yeah yeah yeah I know, 'another crossover?' Well for the record i had 12 crossover impulses and i rare act on them. I acted on this one cause it jsut made so much sense. I mean, first of all there are THOUSANDS of stories that take place in new york. Also they both work by shadows. So they'd never see eachother!
omg i'm so tired.
I should stop saying that.
Anyway, for those of you too young to know, Gargoyles was a tv show in the 90's that was pretty fantastic. So no, its not mine. But this HAD to be done.
Kage de ikiru
Live By Shadow
We lived by those words; they were as common as a lullaby, spoken by the lips of our father.
'The shadows will keep you safe' he would say, 'they will protect you when all else fails'. And Don had truly believed those words; they had kept him alive for many years. Till he realize how little he knew he the shadows
Till he realized he and his brothers weren't the only one hiding there
(#)(#)(#)(#)
Don's forearm shot up, to his eyes, anything to protect his corneas from the stinging feel of ice cold rain. He twisted the angle of his feet just as he landed on a roof just as slippery as the one he had left. The water splashing up over his knees and freezing his already numb body. He could barely see the roof around him anyway in such a dismal dark night, "Raph!" he shouted, but the thunder rendered his voice but obsolete. "Raph! Be careful the roof is slippery! Don't' fall off!" though it occurred to him that Raph wouldn't have heard him anyway-
His fears were proven wrong, as a slash of lighting revealed a shape just on the other side of the roof, the largest of their brothers, "What kind of dumbass slips off a building?! Scratch that, what kind of NINJA falls off a building-"
"A simple' no would have been suffice." but it didn't' stop Don grinning at his brother. The constant rhythm of thunder reminded him of their situation. Moving his hand up as a shield over his eyes, though the four brothers had often joked that they needed to bring umbrellas with them on patrol.
Honestly?
Don would have settled for a good pair of goggles
OH shit he did have goggles
They were just back at the Lair
A three fingered hand grabbed his shoulder, drawing attention back to his immediate older brother. Judging by the somewhat tired irritated look on his face he had been probably yelling for him for a while. His emerald green hand goes up and point to the right side of the room (vocalization being next to obsolete). Don looked in the direction. "I spy with my blinded eyes, an abandoned building where we can protect our freezing asses till the storm goes away."
"Really?" Don squinted his eyes deeper a flash of lightning filled up the dead night a taller building standing out amongst the apartment building surrounding them gaping holes and torn plastic coverings draping out of the window, "The one that looks like something out of a horror movie? Where there are probably influenced teenagers making mistakes?"
"No, those mistake making teenagers are gonna be in their cars, worst case scenario, we find the beer they hid here." Raph's grin penetrated the storm, a slap on his shoulder and he went running ahead, leaping to the next rooftop. Don was close behind, the icy puddles even stinging the bottoms of his feet, he could just see his brothers shell disappear into the window of the building, an emerald green hand sticking out for a moment to wave at him and disappearing. Don couldn't stop shaking his head, aiming for the large crack in the building that Raph had aimed for. Vaulting over the roof and flipping to land on his feet sliding across the dust ridden floor for a few inches before a twist of his feet ended his slide. The relentless down pour of water o his skin finally desisting. Though the building was no less warm, but it was better than standing out in the rain.
"Raph?" he called, his hands going over his arms and slapping off the water. Dons gaze rising up and looking around, the church obviously being one of the poorly thought out (but much needed) restoration. (If the scaffolds and white sheets were anything to go by) but the city had forgotten about its own financial problems 'put all works on 'hiatus.
Oh well
It was better than seeing them get torn down.
Don glanced down at his phone for a moment to check his texts (one from Leo ensuring his and Mikey's' safety). The lightning illuminated the cracked insides of the cathedral the curved ceiling lined with holes to reveal with 'bones 'of the building. If not for the plastic tarps, he was sure he'd be able to see all the way to the ceiling. Cobweb lined every inch of the walls and the dust made him touch his throat lightly
"You ok bro?"
Raph? Oh right, he was here, but where was he? He glanced around the room. It looked they were in one of the towers, that was kind of cool, "Yeah, where are you?"'
"Looking for underage booze." the scraping of boxes filled the air, and judging by the dust rising next to the roped off staircase was where Raph was searching, "I know those underage brats hid it somewhere."
"Well when you find it, it's all yours, "Don looked around the large tower, "Hey I'm going to look around."
"Yell if you need me."
"I won't!" he yelled with a smile, (he could just hear the sound of a bottle being shaken in a test for liquid). He could just feel the prick of dust sticking to the bottoms of his feet in a way that made him shake his foot lightly.
Donnie wasn't' sure why, but he always loved older buildings. Maybe it was the fact they were living standing representation of history often ignored and forgotten, maybe it was the fact that throughout his life, and his brothers, they weren't allowed so many things. But abandoned buildings were always there, the one thing they were allowed that others weren't.
It was history
His hand went up, running against the wall, creating a line in the dust from his fingers trailing around like whispers. A small trial of dust moving behind him. Thunder echoing through the tall ceiling, lighting illuminating the broad curved ceiling reflecting the rain outside, showing the scaffolding. Risen high in the room, "You see this Raph?"
"If ya mean the bottle of scotch I just found then hell yeah!" Don turned to see Raph popping out from the boxes, holding a large glass bottle, "1932 DAYUM, those rich brats are going to eat themselves for leaving this behind."
"Raph come on, look at this architecture, this building is WAY older than your bottle of fermented grain-"
"Bro, I have no doubt this scotch TASTES better." a grin grew across Raph's face his hand pulling off the top and taking a sniff. Don couldn't help but roll his eyes before returning to his tour. An arm draped over his arm (Raph's still ice wet skin almost sent him into shock), "Come on Don, I bet this scotch will warm you up better than a building full of holes."
Don honestly wanted to keep glaring at his brother, but he could only sigh, the faint breeze rumbling in reminding him of the chilled air haunting their limbs. Also of the danger of THEM getting so cold. "You know I don't like drinking. And you remember the last time I got drunk.'
"First of all, you weren't' drunk you had a concussion from a bearded idiot. And you forget we have a hell of a tolerance."
A roll of his eyes, he allowed Raph to guide him back toward the tall room, pushing him towards where the boxes were for sitting a light shove setting him down. The soaked box child his tail but Raph sat infront of him the lid of the scotch was screwed off as his eyes traced back up the walls
"You have your inhaler right?"
"Course I do." I don't have a lot left but it'll do until we get back."
"I have an extra just in case. Except THIS one doesn't have a 'Stockman Enterprises' Sticker on it."
"Its not that big of a sticker," Dons fingers dug into his belt for a sec, pulling out a light grey inhaler covered in numerous mathematical stickers faded over time so the logo sticker for 'Stockman Enterprises' stuck out like a shiny sore thumb ,"It was just a gift from April, I didn't know what else to do with it."
"You coulda waited 20 years then sold it to a hipster." Raph's head titled back and sipped the scotch lightly before his face twisted up and turned away from the bottle, "Dam that's smooth. You heard from Leo and Mikey yet?"
"Yeah, just after we arrived, they're held up at Aprils."
"Course they are, they get to sip hot coco while we're out freezing our asses-"Thunder shot through the air again, shaking the room. Don was almost too distracted to see the bottle of scotch bounce out of Raphs hands for a moment. His gaze was fixated on the ceiling.
"That was a hell of a lightning bolt."
"Yeah." Don couldn't help but smile nervously before looking back to his brother, "You know, if this were a horror movie this would be the part when the dumb girl decides to wonder off."
"Good thing neither of us is dumb girls then. What the hell kind of monster would we run into in a church anyway? Vampire? Frankenstein Jr?"
"Gargoyles."
Raph's face twisted up lightly, smirking, "Yer kidding right? Those ugly ass statues? Didn't Sci-fi make a movie about that? "
"Probably, "but his mind couldn't help but go to weeping angels for a moment, "But you know, there is a legend behind them."
"Want me to start a fire? Get some s'mores? You know, if we're telling ghost stories."'
Don grinned at his brothers smirk before standing up, his hand moving up to hold on to the pillar, if only to occupy his hands. Gaze turning out fixated on the ceiling, "It was a thousand years ago, back when swords and myths ruled. Wars raged on, Scotland vs barbarians known as Vikings. But I hear that the 'Scots' had a very special weapon. One that only came out at night,"
"If this 'story' ends with sparkling vampires I'm gonna slap you."
"No NOT vampires. I'm hurt you'd insinuate that. No, they were creatures that were alive by night, and stone by day." he hooked his hand on the pillar and swung back around, knotting his brows and putting on a large toothy grin, "Gargoyles."
"Gargoyles?"
"Gargoyles. The legend goes that they were betrayed by humans which lead to a large slaughter of their kind. The survivors were cursed by a wizard-"
"Why was there a wizard?"
"I don't know," Don glared at him,"ANYWAY. The curse set them in stone, by day and night, in a slumber that wouldn't break, until the castle rose above the clouds."
"Dam, I guess those basterds are stuck then."
"That's the point of a curse, and a legend-" The church shuddered under another crack of thunder. Don's gaze shot back up to the ceiling. The boards contracting and expanding, releasing another lcoud of dust.
"That storms going to tear this dam building apart. I'm gonna see if we can get to the prayer room or something-"
Don only had a vague acknowledgement of his brothers words. Moving back towards the way they had come. The breeze from the windows catching his skin as he kept his eyes on the high ceiling, hands going up to hold the scaffolding by the bottom poles,
"Don?"
"I don't think that's the storm bro, I think there's something up there."
"you sure?"
"Yeah-" The sound of cracking timber filled the air, like a fist through a board, already Don was over at the scaffolding again, one hand on the bars when something grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back to ok at glaring amber eyes, "What?"
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
"I'm going to see what's going on."
"Its probably a bird fight-" but the sound returned, the ungodly screeching that sent the grip on his arm iron tight. Don's hand slapped it away before jumping up the first rows of the scaffolding , "DON-"
"It SOUNDS like a freaking giant bird, which means it might be Raptarr. If it is, he might need our help. I'll be fine, so just stay here." without a glance behind, he started to climb further. Ignoring the angry curses behind him.
It wasn't' like Don had ever been considered the 'rebellious' brother. And Raphael wasn't the most 'rule abiding' one either. But even Donnie couldn't overlook the change of Raph's demeanor whenever the brothers split up, and had even heard the similar case from Mikey.
it was the settlest of personality changes. A normally abrasive rebellious nature became more aware, less likely to take chances and more aware of his 'teammates'. Or the one he had been grouped with.
Don had first noticed it after the fire-
But he pushed that aside, to further climb up the scaffolding. he could hear a irritated growl and the slight shiver of metal beneath him told him his older brother had given up his stubbornness in order to join him.
He would of smiled down to his brother if his attention wasn't on the slippery metal he was climbing.
And the unsettling sight of the ceiling.
The boards contracting and twisting, the strange noises that had been plaguing them
It almost sounded like-
A ungodly screech filled the air, tearing through the air, the sound of shattering glass filled the air. Instinct sent his harm over his face in time to feel sharp shards splash against his skin-dust falling and clumping against his skin, cracking wood –
It was as if the world itself had started to fall apart, dark shapes falling form the now caved in ceiling, almost invisibly by the new free rain. Don's sweaty remaining hand struggled to hold onto the bar, chaos, black shapes filling the air, swarming around each other. Don's head twisted his feet finding a place on the bars as he flipped to his shell.
Something slammed into the pillar behind him, propped up against it by another form. The cracking of metal filled the air, breaking wires as the 'oppressing' creatures arm was torn from place ,knocked back-
"DON LOOK OUT!"
-Right for him.
Don barely had time to flip back around to grab the scaffold with both hands before something slammed ijpt the back of his shell, he desperately tried to grab back onto the pole but the mixture of sweat stained fingers and rain drenched pole sent his attempt futile
And him into the air
Falling
Faster ten he thought imagined, so fast he almost didn't feel Raph's fingers scrape his ankle in a desperate attempt to catch him, but his weight drug him faster than his brother could react. Training shot through his body as his option rang clear, He flipped his body around, forcing his feet under him and squeezing his eyes shut
His left foot met hard wood and with it, shooting pain shot up his left calf. Rolling forward, summersaulting across the ground to help absorb the impact of the fall he fell flat on his shell, gripping his leg. His lip caught between his teeth as he struggled to keep from screaming-
The swarming dust drowned his form, his hand going up to grab his mask and a tug loosening the knot and sending the material around his mouth before it could get in his airway. Anything to prevent a stupid asthma attack in a situation like this-
Whistling filled the air, a dark shadow protruding the dust, massive form. Don grabbed the ground above his head and yanked himself backward-
The figure slammed into the ground, the floor under Dons shell bent and shriveled under the massive weight, "Shell!" he shouted, the area around the creatures feet rising enough to reveal three clawed toes a massive form that could even shadow Casey. Lighting outside filled the room for a moment, though not revealing the creature he could just see metal –
A robot-
Red lights filled the space where the creatures eyes should have been bearing down on him like a spot light. A massive metal hand rising up and aiming-
There was a hiss of ejection- before don could react something slammed into his chest, forcing another scream from his lips-
There was a yell of rage, the metal creature flying over his head and slamming into a unknown space (Don honestly hoped it was out the window) as the familiar red masked turtle knelt by his side," You ok?!"
Don opened his mouth to respond but a spasm of pain shot up his side, his hands shot down his side, warm blood sticking ot his fingers-
Wait
What was that?
Where the blood leaked from his body, there was a piece of metal, hooked into his hip. His fingers following over trailing the metal-
his stomach heaved
The metal end had pierced his plastron.
His hand shot up to shove Raph away before yanking his mask from his lips and heaving heavily, the contents of his stomach forcing itself onto the wood, his knees curling up under him. A hand fell on his shoulder, the other wrapping around to heave him backup to a sitting position, "its going to be ok Don, we'll get you back to the Lair and get that thing out of you. Alright?"
Don forced himself to nod, pulling the mask back over his mouth as he felt Raph's arm wrap around his shoulder, all but lifting him up to his feet, allowing him to keep one hand over the wound and one hand on the mask over his mouth. His arm yanked over broad shoulders, "Lets get out of here." came the rough voice in his ear, one that Don couldn't help but nod in agreement.
With Raph supporting most of his weight and direction, Don let his head drop, trying to force his breath to even out as the ground beneath his feet shook and heaved. under them. the sound of crumbling stone crashing filled his ear. A grave reminder of the world falling apart around him.
The never ceasing end of thunder echoed dully on his ear. Bloodloss? No, not yet. It wasn't' deep enough, he had to fight the panic, fight the panic that came from hearing the collapse of walls around them, so slow. But so was their progress. A burst of rock exploded to his right, an alien hand over his head, from the protective brother who he trusted.
Rain hit his skin, just as he prepared his body for the jump, Raph's hand suddenly pressed against his chest, pushing him back, "what?"
"Those dam things are out there, freaking flying out there."
"What?!" Don raised his hand, his free hand going over his brow to shield his eyes. He could barely see them, not till the lighting returned.
Shell
They were. Gliding down around the gothic tower Three of them, varying of shapes and sizes. He barely had a blink before Raph's hand shoved over his head pushing him right back into the building, "Shit." came the growl. Barely audible under the shiver and growl of the buildings protest, "What the hell do they WANT." He snapped, "What are they?! if this is Raptaar I'm going to kill him-"
"N-No it can't be him, the-the shapes arent-arnt right. What ever these things are they were never…." but he couldn't stop the thought. Instead he allowed himself to swallow as the last word echoed in his mind
'Human.'
"Well we can't stay here." the arm around Dons' shell pushed him further from the wall, "We'll head for the other side and wait till they pass."
"Y-you're the boss." don tried to smile, but another spasm from his side made him double over. Trying not the think about the ring in his gut.
He didn't want to puke again.
Raph hurried them both over to the other side, before he felt himself being lowered against a rock, "stay here, " before he ran over to the opening.
Don took a deep breath, taking a moment to press both hands over his wound ( he had almost forgotten about his cracked leg.
Stupid turtle luck
he shifted his weight on the stone, sliding down to the ground. The fallen debris around him (thankfully the crumble had stopped). Large debris of rock and mortar scattering across the room. But his nerves were still on edge, searching the shadows with keen eyes. His breaths coming in pained gasps.
He was not about to be caught off guard.
A faint moan reached his ears. Drawing his attention to a flat slab, angled by the fallen statue carcass of a angel. He tried telling himself it was nothing, maybe the groan of another collapse about to happen. But the sound returned,
A moan of pain.
Don's hand grabbed the slab behind him and heaved himself to his feet, "Hello?" He shouted, one hand on his side, he limped over closer, but the sound snapped quiet in mid groan, "Is someone under there!?" he forced himself to hop, kneeling down by the slab. He knew there was someone under there, "are you alright?!" he shouted, "how did you get under there?!"
"Don!" Shell, he had almost had forgotten about Raph. Which was impossible to do begin with, with that massive hand grabbing his shoulder, "What the hell are you doing?!"
"There's someone under there Raph, I can hear them breathing."
"It's the blood loss Don. There's no way in hell anyone would survive being crushed like that."
"I know what I heard." he could of glared at Raph, if he wasn't feeling under the slab. It was being propped up by something, but he didn't trust it for long. "There is someone under there-"
"Don I don't CARE. " The grip on his shoulder suddenly went under his arm, but Don yanked away, "DON, dam it, let's say they're still alive, what the hell can survive something like that-
"SO?!" Donnie demanded, he knew his leg and side was in no shape to support his weight to lift a massive slab, (it could barely carry his own weight). But he gritted his teeth forced himself back up onto one knee, glaring up at his brother.
There was one thing he knew about his brothers. Something he hadn't known for years, and that was that when he was mad enough, he wa =s capable of a harsh enough glare to send his brothers running. (One time Mikey didn't make eye contact with him for 4 hours.
And he was PISSED.
Raph glared back at him, for a few moments Don suffered under the fear that Raph might carry out his threat before the largest Hamoto brother growled heavily and reached down, fingers gripping the edge of the slab, whispers of '"Freaking Idiot" growled out under his tone. Don didn't question him, rather then lay down on his side, "Go!"
There was a slightly groaning, the slab lifted up a few inches slowly. A flash of lightning filled the shaking tower again, whites of eyes reflected from under the slab, a faint low growl radiating from the close space before the slab was lowered again, "wait!" he looked back to his brother, "It wasn't high enough,"
"I don't know who you think I am, but I can't lift it higher then that."
He wanted the anger to return, but Don knew his brother. So he forced a nod," I know, but I don't think he can get the space to crawl out. I need you to lift it again, but this time I'm going to pull it out."
"God dam it Don you're' bleeding, I'm not risking your life over something that's not even human-"
"Raphael WE'RE not human. And those things are still out there cause they're trying to get to him," it seemed so insensitive, "I'll be fine but I can't just leave someone to die."
A loud growl filled the air, amber eyes blazing into his with enough heat to start a fire, "FINE." Raph squatted down. Don could vaguely remember Raph's extra weight lifting exercises and recognized the position. Don lowered his head back under the slab, and whatever creature was stuck in the shadow, "Look I know you're scared, but we're not going to hurt you. My brother is going to lift up the slab and when he does I'm going to hold my hand out to help pull you out. But it won't work unless you take my hand alright?"
The darkness had no response, but he could hear something shuffle around (limited by the huge freaking slab). Don could only hope the creature understood. A loud roar filled the tower gain, causing Don to shoot his head back in time to see one of the large shadows fly past the giant gap in the wall. These things were getting anxious.
And that made him anxious
"Lets hurry." Don crawled closer to the opening, braced up on one elbow to keep his side off the ground, "On the count of three Raph."
"Got it bro."
"1"
"2"
"3!"
A giant shout filled the air, out of the corner of his eye he could see Raph begin to rise up slowly, the muscles in his legs tightening rising up to his arms, teeth gritted and head tilted back, slowly the slab rising up. Just an inch higher than before
But an inch was all he needed. His hand shot into the opening, still bathed in light, his side screamed in exertion, "Come on!" he shouted into the darkness..
A heartbeat later (longer then Don wanted for Raph to be holding the slab up." a dark green hand shot out of the darkness, gripped his with strength and desperation of anyone trapped in a collapsing building. He barley had time to notice the claws or the 4 fingers before another spasm of pain shot up his side causing him to squeeze his eyes shut with a shout pulling back as hard as he can.
The dark green figure flew through over him. the sound of something leathery hitting the air His body flew back and hit the ground. the ring in his side sending another spasm and a scream of pain from his lips as his hands flew over it,
"There the ungrateful basterd's gone." He wasn't even sure when Raph had dropped the slab, but his arms flew under him and all but lifted him to his feet, "we're LEAVING now unless there's' a freaking parakeet you wanna save."
"I-I'm good." Don forced out. He had pushed it, he really had, the numbing feeling going up his left leg told him that, and the shaking of his arms. Forcing him to put all his weight on his brother as he was drug back to the exit. Gratefully the figures that that had plagued the skies were now gone, but the turbulent wind and storm still kept its pace. Drawing another growl from his brother, "Ok Donnie Boy, how bad's you leg?"
"I-I can jump."
"Which means you can't jump." Stupid Raph, trying to act like he knew him, "We gotta jump together then-"a shuddering crack filled the air. Don could feel Raph's muscles flinch against his side. Knowing his brother, he was desperately fighting the urge to throw him over his shoulder and carry him off. But they both knew the damage that would do to his side, Raph's arm lowered to hold him around the chest, "Ready?"
"Y-eah." Don took a deep breath. Drawing icy wind into his chest. Trusting his brothers arms and his skills.
He felt his brothers form brace for a moment, before the two gave each other one last glance.
In unison they both ran for the ledge. A large cracking sound filled the air foot over foot he could feel the ground crumbling under his feet, a reminder of the fate awaiting them if they stayed.
But the street below reminded them of the fate if they failed.
The ground underneath his 'pushing 'foot suddenly gave way, his weight flying to the ground, just before the ledge. Btu a hand grabbed him by the back of the belt, before he could stop his brother or yell his panic, he felt himself being thrown forward.
AS many times as he had spent his nights running over rooftops, the fact he had been thrown against his will, his body flying over the open gap as a scream left his lips. His hands shot up, grabbing the ledge of the building, his front slamming against the brick building. The ring digging deeper into this side bringing tears of pain to his face before he realized something
Raph
Where was his brother?!
Don twisted his head around struggling with the top part of his shell and presenting him from turning his head completely, panic shot through his veins worse than when eh thought he was falling to his death, 'RAPH!" he shouted, "RAPHAEL-"
"I'm ok Don!" oh thank God. Don could of cried in relief, his head lowering lightly before twisting his neck around again, "Where are you?"
"I'm on the other building, freezing my ass off again. " Good thing he was making use of his snarkiness. Otherwise Don would have REALLY been worried, "Stupid building chooses NOW to stop freaking trying to kill us."
"R-Right." Don twisted his neck again, ignoring the pain to see Raph at the very top of the apartment building he was kneeling on the ledge of, just barely showing his shape and his mask trails hanging over his neck, but the pulsing in his side prevented him from celebrating (the rain in his mask less eyes wasn't helping), "N-Not to complain b-but I- c-could use yo-your help."
"Coming –"
Don sighed lightly, lowering his head lightly to rest against the face of the ledge that he hung off of. His arms shaking from the exertion, and the numbness on his side marked a dangerous level of bloodloss, but he couldn't help but close his eyes.
The night was almost over
They'd be home soon.
"Shit."
his eyes opened up. The panicked whisper, the rare cuss word (it was Raph's least favorite one, which is why he said it so often). Drawing his attention back up to look to his brother. His gaze not on him, but to the left, down in the street, the smile of relief that had been on his face was now agape. Don turned his head, and what he saw almost made his heart stop in panic.
IN that split second lighting illuminated the sky again
It revealed that shadow that they so desperately depended on to survive.
And it revealed a ungodly creature, a wingspan wide open and a dead drop .
Aimed right at him,
'RAPH." he shouted before looking back up. Raph's' pace had doubled, sliding down the building by advantage of slippery went water drains, eyes on him
"Its ok Don, I'm coming, it can't see you in the dark!"
A part of him wanted to tell Raph to hurry ,he wasn't sure what good it would do to have his brother with him. But he knew Raph was right, the shadows would protect them. There was no way this creature would be able to see them. He could see the figure's wings close in (far larger then the other one he had saved), diving. Don reached up for a moment to gab for a higher ledge, anything better than hanging like a target. But his side screamed its protest and forced him back in spot. The ice rain running down his body, only enhancing his growing numbness.
Closer
And Closer still.
"GRAB MY HAND!'
Don's gaze shot up in time to see a large emerald hand hanging down, fingers stretched as far as they could go. Barley giving shape in the silhouette of the shadow. Don quickly released the grip on the side that held his injured side. Slowly raising his hand up.
The shadow
the shadow would protect them.
His fingers barley brushed against equally cold skin. The out held hand grabbing his-
Lightning filled the air again
The shadows were gone.
Their protection was gone,
"LOOK OUT!'
Don barely had time to turn his head before he found himself facing dead blue skin, hooking around his chest pulling his grip from Raph's-
Then he was falling
Not exactly, the grip around his shell holding his chest like a football and his left arm trapped between the creature and the massive chest. Going from stationary to 'flighty' his eyes obscured by cold blue skin, jerking his body upward and out of his brothers hand, struggling to keep from shouting in panic, but his mouth was all but muffled by his mask. He found himself going directly into the icy showers straight up-
"DONNIE!'
Don struggled to look back, to yell his brother's name. Anything to acknowledge him. His free hand shooting out behind him. A foolish thought made him pray that he would suddenly adopt the gift of 'stretching' anything to keep him from his brother. Fighting the pain in his side and eyes burning, his brothers voice becoming a echo of the storm,
'YOU BASTERD! WHEN I FIND YOU I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I SWEAR ON MY DAMMED SOUL TO HUTN YOU DOWN AND KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU-"the thunder drowned out the last of his sentence. The desperate anger drowned by the storm.
And Don by darkness.
