"Ugh." Donnie turned, cringing and squinting when droplets of blood splattered onto his makeshift eye glasses. He almost dropped the arms he was pinning back behind the human's head.
"Donnie! Suck it up and hold him still or you're next!" Raphael barked, laying another hard blow into the human's face—his jaw shifting out of place to one side and cracking under Raph's fist. A dark chuckle vibrated through Raph's throat as he wiped his fist with a bloodstained rag, previously used on someone else. Donnie dropped the passed out victim, the limp body hitting the ground with a solid thud and he began to claw at his pockets, eventually pulling out a purple cloth. He took his glasses off to clean them, rubbing his thumbs over the lenses in a circular motion, he sighed irritably while glaring at his brother.
"Ya know, they're probably going to start hunting us."
"Good. Let them come."
"Let them come? So they can slaughter us?!" Donnie raised his voice, stepping over the unconscious human and coming face to face with his brother, whom he actually stood a few inches taller than.
"You'd better watch it." Raph's eyes squinted, looking his lanky brother up and down. His demeanor was threatening, it dared Donnie to act on his thoughts. But there is an order and though Donnie disagreed with brothers majority of the time, he still respected the order that their father put in place.
"We ain't gonna get slaughtered. We have a plan."
"No, we don't. Leo thinks he has a plan, but in reality, Shredder has a plan of his own. One that doesn't involve us seeing the end of it…"
"So, you think I'm incapable of leading us?" Leonardo's voice crept out of the shadows before Donatello could actually see his face. It was unreadable. The ultimate poker face. And Donnie envied him for it—he often wore his feelings on his sleeve, his nervousness was always noticeable, and most times he could barely look Leo in the eye. And even now, Donnie knew that though a question was asked, it wasn't his place to answer. So he sighed, closing his eyes shut tightly, before finally making eye contact with his brother.
"Let's get one thing straight—I know exactly what's going on and Shredder is working with me to make things happen. This isn't a genocide, and I'm tired of your accusations." Leo said, poking a stiff finger into Donnie's plastron.
"But Leo, what Shredder believes in is not something that our father would hav—"
"Our father abandoned us! It's time to move on." Leo's voice rose and boiled over like bubbling liquid in a pot. He made his way over to the weapons wall of the dark room, lit by only one overhead light. Snatching down a machete and nunchucks, he whirled around, shoving them into Donnie's arms.
"I don't think you've been pulling your weight around here. You like to snoop, don't you? Well, I'm sending you and Mikey to the other side for goods. Do what you must to obtain them…by any means necessary. And no fraternizing with the enemy."
