bUBook 1/b/u
bsubIn a Bind
Chapter 1/b/sub
"So what was your business here again...?" the darkened, raspy voice was deep and shone with a musky New York accent. His silouetted figure was standing only feet beyond Leo's reach, in which if was only inches closer he could easily dead-leg kick the man with his feet, which had not been tied up.
"W-who are you..." Leo growled under his breath, his neck tightly, painfully binded in ropes so thick that not even his very katana could slash. He could almost swear that the figure tormenting him was Raphael, only because of his NY accent, but... Leo could never imagine his loved brother to do something of these circumstances, especially to him.
"I am your shadow, the breeze that surrounds you, the very maker of your decisions..." the voice snarled, twirling his knife around his finger as though it were of no harm and could not cut him. With one last spin, he stopped it, and allowed his gaze to fall upon Leo. His reddish-hued eyes shone in the dark like a cats nightvision would do so, and after a pause, he slowly revieled the sharpened stainless blade into the light to Leo's vision.
"I.. I.. I wanted a bname/b.." Leo grunted, attempting with fail to back away, but only pushed himself harder against the stone wall that was stained with blood. And it wasn't his.
"It is a name, you want?" The figure's voice sneered, and a single foot, covered with black leather boots, made its appearance to Leo. The figure spon his knife once more, this time in the continued view of Leonardo, before taking it threateningly close to his throat. "My name is not of your concern... however.." the figure took the knife back to his keepings, and stepped completely back into the shadows. He continued, "A simple appearance, and I would need not to explain myself." He added, and Leo heard the knife slide into a sheath that he would guess was bound to the man's belt.
"Now, tell me, Leonardo, what is your business here? I will ask only this last time, and I shall expect an answer." the man added.
"I.. I was looking for my brothers.. we..we were training.. a-and they disappeared... " Leo stammered, his body convulsing as his fear grew stronger, and much more evident.
"Ohohoh... my dear... your brothers did not disappear. biYou/B/i disappeared from iBthem/b/i." The figure spoke in his normal teasing tone, the tone that only increased Leonardo's fear of being tortured in agonizing ways. What else would this man want? He seemed to be a clone of Agent Bishop.
"W-what..?" Leo spat, a glare crossing his once pained expression, as he sat up a bit more straight. "What do you mean I disappeared from them? They were-" He began, but was cruelly cut off.
"SILENCE!!"
Leo's body instinctevly attempted to jump backwards at the sudden outburst, and in his attempt of doing so he banged his head against the concrete wall painfully, and blood began to trickle from just above where his mask tied on.
Leo watched as the knife was withdrawn once more and placed into his view, the man flicking it rapidly. Using one of Michelangelo's plastic toy soldiers, the man demonstrated how sharp the knife was with a single flick, and in a split second, the toy soldier's head hit the ground with an echoeing clatter.
"Now, do you wish to backtalk my explanations any longer, m'dear?" the man asked with that familiar sneer to his tone, holding the knife once more to Leo's throat, in which could be slashed with only the baby soft flick of a finger.
"N-no sir." Leo moaned with a stiff gulp, and the man backed away slowly, the knife leaving his view again.
"Good. Then we shall proceed with my planned affairs. I do hope you are ready."
