Just breathe.
It was hard to do so, but he did it anyways.
Hurts.
So, so much.
Go away.
It didn't.
Get out.
But it wasn't leaving. He felt something against his chest, and the pain returned.
"Speak, you pathetic fool."
Never.
After a long silence, his head was suddenly jerked to the side. He'd been slapped. Someone grabbed his jaw, and made him looked directly in the eyes of his attacker. Well the one that worked anyways.
"Tell me where they are."
Over my dead body.
Irritated, the evil man gave the young turtle another hard slap to his face, and the man left.
Finally.
The red-clad turtle closed his eyes, only for a minute.
Just a minute.
.:tmnt~:.
He was not aware he drifted off, because the next thing he knew sunlight was shining through his tiny cell window, and a figure was in front of him.
Leo.
He wanted to hug his brother, to tell him over and over how much he loved him. But he ached everywhere, and could barely speak.
"L-leo..."
The blue-eyed turtle crinkled his beak in disgust. This action alone made him recoil.
"To think, that you, this lump slumped on the ground, could ever be my brother, is hard to believe."
The red turtle eyes widen at the words. That was when he realized Leo's attire.
He was wearing a black mask. He only had one katana on his back, instead of two. His plastron was covered shuirkens and smoke bombs. But the absolute worst, was the Foot Clan symbol on his brother's shoulder.
No, it can't be true.
Leo sneered. "What's that, Useless? You want to come back to the good side?"
Good side?
"Well guess what, dear brother, I'm tired of you and everyone else in the Hamato Clan. See you later Useless, at your execution."
His brother left.
Leo... why?
It was just something I needed to get out of my head. I consider this "concept art" for "The Dark Prince".
Well, guys, do you want to read it now?