Branded - Part 1
Disclaimer: TMNT isn't mine and this is just a fan fiction writing. No money is being made on this story.
(TMNT CC are AU based on 2003 version and events, the turtles are in their late 20s.)
Warning: Disturbing Content, Violence and Horror...
Rate: T
He sat across from her, watching her delicate hands move left to right and back again. Her fingers clicked away on the computer's keyboard with such ease and grace.
April engulf with her task at hand, worked on a new program that she had designed for one of Donnie's new machines.
Normally he would do it himself, however, he admired her skills and was more than happy to have her helping hand. This lifted one less task on his part to worry about, and give him the opportunity to focus on the design, functionality and building of the machine in question.
There was something he noticed when she was this focus, it was her eyes.
Only in moments like this there was a spark in her, and those green eyes became brighten in a new light.
With such a sight, he was hypnotized by how vigorous they were, and truth, he couldn't help but stare at her while pretending he was cleaning some gears as he did so.
She was beautiful, smart and driven. He would guiltily admit he admired her, however, she was human and more than that, family. His best friend and someone he shouldn't consider such thoughts on.
As he drifted into deeper thoughts, he found himself behind her suddenly, unable to comprehend why he did that or when, he froze.
(What am I doing?)
"Donnie?" April curiously tilted her head up at him.
Choking, he stared at her frozen in his fear. What was he to say? By now with awkward silence and how he must look odd standing stiffed as a board, surely, the idea must have crossed her mind how creepy of him being behind her like this.
Seeing that her eyes now meet his, he jumped into action to paint a more innocent image in her mind, "April thanks for helping me out like this."
Placing both his hands on her shoulders, giving a gentle squeeze, he let out a deep sigh which expressed his worry, before she could say a word or question his actions. "As I thought April, you're stressing yourself out to the point you have knots yet again."
He slowly massaged, as she rolled her eyes at him, "I'm not that stressed," she admitted not taking any mind or showing any signs of concerns over his demeanour. She only took it as him being concerned over her health. This wasn't new and she too does the same with him in turn at times.
Rolling his thumbs and working on the knot that was there, he had to admit he was happy there was one and he didn't come across as some creep. As he moved his hand, he was startled by her letting out a small moan. Unfortunately, that wasn't what truly startled him, it was that how his body grew warm by the deep sound.
(This is to relax her not to... No, I can't think like that... not like that...)
"April," Donnie strained out, as he desperately tried not to let the high pitch of his voice caused by his small arousal that was forming to over power his voice. Finding it unbearable to control, he resorted to force it to simmer down by changing the subject matter. "How far have you gotten in the programming?"
April let out another moan and bounced her left shoulder, hinting at him. "Donnie down a bit more please." she mumbled as he did so, then she finally answered his question while he worked on that spot, "Well, I got the main functions programmed, but I think it's going to take at least a couple more days to have them done and ready for testing. Now the testing stage will very, depending on your machine, but I think I included everything we need."
Donnie nodded pressing the palm of his hand in the middle of her back, moving it up as her body suddenly shivered in delight.
He could see the corner of her lips, pressing in and holding back a moan, as she started to blush.
Feeling a rising heat from his groin, his eyes widen fearfully when an unexpected small chirp escaped him.
Horrified, he stopped what he was doing, feeling a rush of panic coarse through his body as he took flight and shuffled away from her quickly.
April unable to feel his hands on her shoulder, she snapped out of her bliss looking at him with alarm. It wasn't that she noticed his arousal for he hid it well and was happy being a turtle at the moment for that reason, it was the fact he stopped and made that churr.
"Donnie?" she asked nervously, "Did I make you feel uncomfortable? And what was that noise you made?"
Chuckling nervously, Donnie scratched his head, "Oh no, you didn't make me feel uncomfortable April. I don't mind giving you massages. You know very well I don't like seeing you tensed or stressed... It's just.. I'm just a bit embarrassed of... the," Donnie bit his lip.
(I can't tell her what the sound was or what it means, that would make her uneasy and get the wrong impression. I didn't mean to be.. I don't want to be... She is my best friend...)
Thinking of another explanation, one that would fit, a light bulb turned on as he quickly explained, "I hiccuped."
"Hiccuped?" April question awkwardly, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, a hiccup with me trying to breathe at the same time..."
With the explanation hanging above their heads a silence arose between them, then suddenly April started to laugh with a rain of tears, "Donnie that is the weirdest sounding hiccup I have ever heard."
Chuckling slightly and not letting her see the sigh of relief he let escape, he smiled at her, "Yes, I agree. That is the reason why I stopped."
"Oh..." April said, letting her laughter die down, "Sorry I shouldn't have laughed. You seemed very embarrassed over it and I made fun of it."
(She bought it, but now I have upset her in another way.)
"No no no, April, it's okay, really," Donnie waved his hands before him as he moved back behind her to continue her massage.
At the current moment his hormones were finally at bay and he wanted to prove to himself what he felt a while ago was just some random male infliction and wasn't his true feelings.
The thought of her other than a friend was terrifying to him and he felt disgusted with himself if they were real.
"What I did was funny, and no reason to apologize April," Donnie said smoothly continuing to work out the knots.
"Okay Donnie... ooooh... there, there, Donnie!" April moaned, leaning forward so he could get her lower back. He chuckled more finding himself calm this time around and not some horny teenager.
He had his hand under his chin for support as his eyes fluttered against the urge of closing, even when he let out the yawns.
Donnie's eyes were heavy and he could feel the sleep creeping in ever slowly, as they swipe to the left then to the right of his computer screen.
The letters blurred together and he had to resort to blinking repetitively, to focus on each syllable that his brain was done trying to comprehend at the moment. How many hours was he been at this?
"Why don't you head to bed Donnie?" April's voice suddenly came out of nowhere, startling the ninja, who swore she left hours ago. Didn't she?
With a jump that made it evident she did scare him, he flashed his head up in surprise, not over the fact she was there this time of night, but instead on what she was wearing.
(What the shell?)
The oddity of her clothing choice dumbfounded him, as he blinked at the white flowing dress that came to her knees showing off her smooth legs.
For all the years he had known April, only on two occasions had he had witnessed her wearing a dress, yet never this revealing, even her cleavage was on display showing the roundness of her breasts.
She has never been the type to showcase her body, her style was always casual as memory served him.
She either worn shorts that were never too high or pants with a nice simple v neck shirt. To his knowledge she wasn't one to worry about looks or dressing up fancy of the sorts. Even before, she expressed her annoyance and dislike for dresses in particular, so why was she in one now?
His eyes trailing away from the cleavage and quickly towards her face to see what she was up to, he was beyond baffled noticing she was wearing makeup on top of everything else. Was she feeling okay?
"April?" Donnie choked out with a whimper, looking around carefully to spot the hidden camera. By chance had his little trickster brother somehow talked their friend and convince her to take part in a prank?
Though when the idea crossed his mind, he felt doubtful, there was just no way April would agree to such a prank no matter how much Mikey begged.
This wasn't her style and she wouldn't go this far for a laugh, not in a million years.
"Yes Donnie?" April purred, gazing at him with her bright, full of life green orbs, that sent disturbing shivers down his spine.
Nervously, he sat up, taking in his lab, as he felt off by this scenario.
The vibe he was gathering from her was also present in the room, something just didn't fit, as if nothing seemed to be correct.
He would have boil his gut feelings to have been caused by the oddity of this situation with her, but there was an overwhelming sensation that other factors were at play.
Very deep down to the core of his soul, he knew it there was more to meets the eye, and believed it wasn't his imagination either.
Clearing his throat, he took a breath, "Why are you here this time of night?" he asked and then pointed to the hanging clock that showed it was two minutes to three am.
The female staring at the clock slowly shrugged, turning back to him with a sickening sweet smile on her lips, "I wanted to see you. Why are you asking? Don't you enjoy my company?" On her question she pouted with sad eyes, making him feel a bit guilty for asking her the obvious.
"No no no," Donnie quickly jumped in, shaking his hands in front of him, "It's not that, I do enjoy your company it's... just..."
"Just what?" April asked all innocently, moving forward.
The overwhelming feeling of dread washed over him as his eyes nervously looked about then drop back to her, mainly at her cleavage, as he couldn't help from taking a gulp, "It's just your not the type of person that wears dresses or..." He paused watching her eyebrow raise in question. He took a subtle breath before he continued, in order to not to sound so rude, "Coming over such odd ours in the night."
"So you're saying I shouldn't dress up? Or come over at night, only in the day?" she chuckled.
"That's not what I'm getting at," Donnie frantically said. His mind wildly wandered and he couldn't figure out how to phrase this without making it sound condescending, or more confusing than he was at the moment.
Before he could try again to his surprise, she was in front of him smiling up at him. When he first met her years ago, she was taller than he was. However, after a growth spurt a year after, he was now the taller one, looming above her and she had to look up at him to see his face.
April pressed one finger on his plastron while she mused at his reaction, his cheeks turn flush red and the heat from them made him shiver.
"So do you want me to leave?" April asked innocently at first. Then that changed quickly when she started to walk her fingers up his plastron, giving a seductive glare that challenged him to proceed whatever this was.
Shaking his head, he gently grabbed her hands to make her stop. "April this isn't right, what are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious what I'm doing Donnie? I know you might not have much experience, even so, I would think even you would see what is going on here," April licked her lips and then smiled at him with those hungry eyes of hers.
Shuddering more, Donnie took a few step back, letting go of her hands, "April are you feeling well?"
Laughing, she held her sides tilting her head at him, "Why would you ask such a silly question Donnie? I thought you like me?"
"I... I do, but not in this way," Donnie said flabbergasted.
(She is hitting on me... why? This doesn't make any sense.)
"Really?" April asked, placing her finger on her ruby lips, "If that was so," she twisted her face in confusion, "why were you all hot and bothered when you were giving me a massage earlier?"
(Oh shell she did noticed!)
His heart jumping into his throat he couldn't breathe, he was hoping she never notice and he would just push the incident to the side as some nightmare.
Now this was the nightmare, did she took it he was interested in her? Is that why she was hitting on him?
"April... I..." Donnie mumbled. For once he was lost for words, that would clear up this little misunderstanding without hurting her.
"Donnie, why are you being so shy? We have known each other for years and we are so close. You can't tell me that was the only time you wonder the what if I just kiss her, or ask her out? Right?" April took a step towards him.
His eyes paralyzed on her, his body was unresponsive, even his voice fled the scene, he was like a deer in the headlights and he couldn't escape.
April took another step forward, it was less than a matter of seconds that she was before him once again. Only this time she leaned into him, tilting his head down to hers, with mere inches away from her lips.
"Donnie, I know you find me attractive, I am a woman after all. One that is available, one that accepts you. Why fight this? Deep down you know part of you wants me so why not indulge?" she softly explained, leaning up, now with her lips lightly pressed against his as she continued, "Just give in.. and take me." April took a hold of his one hand and making him hold her back, as her free hand stroked his face.
(This doesn't feel right...I... I can't do this... Can I?)
Confusion clouding his mind, then suddenly in the corner of his eye, he could see what was off, the feeling he was experiencing since the beginning.
He had a whiteboard across the room and on it was proof this wasn't right after all.
(Didn't that whiteboard had a series of numbers and equations? But, now it says take her?)
"This is a dream!" Donnie gasped loudly, finally coming to that realization, and feeling relieved that this wasn't April after all.
As he announced his findings, the dream April responded with a chuckle in amusement, "And what if it is?"
"Then this shouldn't be happening," Donnie removed his hand, "I don't want this." he said seriously.
He attempted to move away from her, however, she had other plans as her once seduction actions became violent and forceful.
Not permitting him the permission to shun her away, she slammed him backwards into a shelf as it shook and rattle from his shell's impact.
He became stunned, surprised by the raw power she possessed. He found himself staring into now tainted malicious eyes, that held no sex appeal only a disgusting hunger that would devour him.
Her aura even changed and he became scared inside, helpless even, and he swore if she wanted, she would rape him if he didn't resist her.
"Donnie this is a dream, why are you so persistent to deny what you want from me?! I'm everything you wanted! Yet you mumble and shutter from me, take me! Embrace me! Give yourself to me!" she demanded viciously.
"NO!" Donnie forcefully shook his head, feeling her hold on him tightening, for denying her yet again.
His heart pounding he could feel one of her hands on his thigh and exploring that area, as he wanted to scream and run.
(Please stop touching me... stop... stop... stop!)
"I don't want this!" he was finally able to get out, "Regardless this is a dream or not, this isn't right and I refuse to do this, or whatever you want me to do!" Donnie growled trying to pry her off him with all his strength, he didn't want her to touch him anymore!
Her strength, proving once again remarkably overpowering his own, he found the task of getting her to let him go becoming an impossible feat.
April narrowed her eyes in her determination to make him yield to her, she resorted into pressing forward and making their lips touch, locking them into a kiss.
(No... no... Please stop! I don't want this... I don't want this!)
He felt ill and disgusted on her taste and that aroma she gave off.
The horrors of what things she would do to him against his will, planted the chilling ideas into his head.
However, how disturbing this was, he somehow managed to get one of his hands between his plastron and her chest.
To his luck she took no notice of this action he was able to do, too engulfed to suck his face, allowing him to fight back.
He took the opportunity gratefully and with all his might he pushed forward, actually able to separate them as she stumbled backwards.
With some breathing room, he gasp for air, as his eyes look at her, hurt and disturbed.
"This can't happen," Donnie told her flatly, "Even in dreams I have my morals and I don't care what you think I want, or need. I make my stand and refuse to..."
Abruptly interrupted by April's banshee shriek of anger, Donnie's eyes widen as she suddenly dashed towards him with great speed.
With less than a second to think, his ninja instincts kicked into a defensive stance.
He instinctively dodged to his left, but not before performing a high kick at her, sending her flying back skidding and tumbling across the cement floor.
The sickening pops and scraping sounds that came from her by the impact of his defence, made him sick in the stomach as he watch in horror on what he did.
(Oh shell... did I just...)
April's body finally stopped, flopping where it ended up at and it didn't move an inch nor twitched. There was no indication she was even breathing.
The air grew thick as silence consumed the room and tore it's icy fingers deep down into Donnie's soul.
His heart froze and he couldn't breathe, gasping for air. The shock that he hurt her was more than he could comprehend, regardless this was a dream.
(I.. I just react... I didn't mean to do that to her... I just wanted her to stop...)
Shattering the ringing silence, was a sickening daunting laughter that came from the broken female's body as it jerked and popped rising to its feet. Her head straightened up with a twitch, as there was blood pouring from her broken nose as she smiled at him deeply with a devilish grin. Its terrifying curl to it could shatter a thousand mirrors, paralyzing him in fear.
"You don't want me... that is so rich... what a hypocrite you are DONATELLO!" she screamed at him. Her voice echoed off the walls making the room shook under her anger. She narrowed her eyes at him that were deadly, as she stumbled forward, revealing one of her feet have been broken, yet she ignored it moving towards him. "You wanted me before this, you desired me, and now this is how you treat me?" she tilted her head at an ungodly angle at him, eyeing him, piercing him with her gaze.
His voice shaking and hard to let out, he tried to answer this... thing.
(This is not real... this is not real...)
"I never wanted April that way..." he answered, surprised he was even able to get a word out since he was still unable to move his legs.
"Liar!" her voice shattered his world around him. Shards of his lab crack like a mirror crumbling to the ground, allowing in a darkness which had no words that could even explain it. She started to snarl, with her lip trembling in her animosity towards him, "You wanted me... you were aroused by me!"
"That... That was me being a male, not how I truly felt," he defended himself.
"Liar!" she took another step forward, dragging her dead foot behind her, "Your hands were all over me, feeling me, as you grew interested, hungry, wanting!"
"I didn't mean to! It just happened, not because I wanted to! April is my friend, I love her as a sister..."
"And you want more!" the fake April hissed.
"NO!" Donnie shook his head in horror, "I don't want that, I..."
"You're such a fool," she growled at him.
Donnie not understanding what she was talking about, he blinked at her in confusion, "I'm a fool, why?"
"You wanted me so badly you branded me and now you deny me, like some trash, you ignorant animal!" she spit in disgust.
Puzzled by her statement that he branded her, he looked at her, uncertain what she was talking about, "Brand you? What are you talking about? Jeez, guys get horny, it's not that uncommon. When it does happen, it doesn't always mean we want someone, something or anything, it just happens."
Barking a laugh, she snapped her head back, "Oh as if its ever that simple pathetic turtle, you're such a moron." Flashing back at him she turned around, not to walk away, but to pull her dress up to show him her bare back. There in his horror was his hand prints all over it, in all the areas he touched her when he was massaging her.
"You branded me for your lust... and you don't even want me... I wonder what will happen to me for that?" she mused as something on her shoulder blade started to change.
The air started to become dry and heavy and his lungs strain to breathe.
His eyes widen in pure terror as he watched a patch of her skin starting to bubble and turn red. At first it was a blob, with no shape to it and then as the seconds passed on, it started to take a form.
The popping boils started to appear to be a symbol like no other he had seen. It had two inner circles with another on the outside, as there were more circles, three of them on the outer circle connected by lines that made a triangle.
There was even writing of unknown origin throughout the symbol. As the symbol became more defined his vision started to blur and his body felt off as his mind screamed for an escape.
(This can't be happening... Wake up! WAKE UP!)
"Donnie if you don't like me like this... Maybe you would like me more if I was..." April pulled something from her dress, as Donnie's eyes widen in horror at the green vial of liquid.
(Where the shell did she get that from!)
"Don't! You don't know what that stuff will do to you!" Donnie screamed at her in dismay, finding himself able to move once again as he charged forward trying with all his might to take the mutagen from her hand.
"DONNIE WAKE UP!"
TBC