Begins with Family
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Alright, story time!
Just a forewarning if you are uncomfortable reading about any blood or violence, this story will contain that throughout now, specifically beginning in chapter 3. So if you are sensitive to those subjects I encourage you not read the continuation of this story. Otherwise if these don't bother you, enjoy!
Chapter 2: Devastating Discovery
No one's POV
Splinter's agile body allows him to progress from rooftop to rooftop with ease. His dark fur is frequently engulfed by the blackness of the night. He continues his search, the moonlight revealing the growing concern in his facial features. His sons had never been gone on a mutagen retrieval for this long. It has been two hours since he expected their return. By the first hour past their expected time of arrival, he was growing slightly worried. Of course their are always explanations like the brothers goofing off or becoming distracted topside, especially his youngest, Michelangelo. But the second hour came and his concern increased and refused to fade away. So he left the lair to search. But even as he continued his search, finding no trace of trouble, his concern wouldn't diminish. He forces his worried thoughts away and continues the search, he needs to focus on finding his sons. Before they left, he had overheard Donnie mention the mission and the general area that they believed the mutagen was located. He reached the area within twenty minutes and had already begun his frantic search. After having no success, he decides to check nearby rooftops and alleyways. Still no success. Now the worry inside of him grows wild. Something is wrong, though he still doesn't want to believe it. He continues his search, his hopes of finding his four sons deteriorating with each bare rooftop and empty alleyway.
Maybe they returned to lair by now. The thought was doubtful but he hoped it was true, knowing it would be better than his alternative thoughts. He continues the search until his eyes land on an unfamiliar wooden building. The base of the building seemed to buckle under the weight of the rooftop. The wood had been weathered from many years of wear and neglect. He silently allows the shadows to engulf him once again as he makes his way towards the building. Soundlessly dropping on the rooftop, he remains still as hey surveys his surroundings. His eyes scan every inch of the roof until resting upon two small figures in the corner. The dim moonlight reveals severe injuries on both figures. Dried blood and heavy bruises are clearly visible on each body. They remain limp, their eyes closed. One face displays a long scratch across his face, tearing through the purple mask he wears. A yellow mask is covering a wound on his plastron. The other has a severe lump on his head, suggesting blunt force was applied. His thigh is stained with a brownish color as his body tried to stop the bleeding and fought to hold onto life. His left leg rests at an unnatural angle. Splinter's eyes grow wide at the extent of their injuries.
"Michelangelo! Donatello!"
He surveys the rest of the area, though he can't find his two eldest sons. Something shines in the moonlight and draws his attention. Remains of foot bots clutter the top of a brick building only a few rooftops away. He will investigate that later after his youngest sons receive medical attention and he knows they'll be okay on their own, he decides.
He rushes to Mikey and Donatello's side. "Don't worry my sons, we're going home." Splinter reassures the motionless turtles.
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At the lair, he places both Mikey and Donnie into the infirmary and attends to their wounds. He removes Mikey's mask and wraps bandages around his second youngest. Then gauze is applied and bandages are wrapped around the rest of their wounds. Donnie's breathing stabilizes and Mikey's head injury stops swelling after Splinter applies ice to it, though they both remain in a coma-like state. He remains by their bedside, hoping that they recover and worrying what the fate of his elder sons might be. He wishes more than anything that he might be able to reunite with his entire family, though he knew he can't leave his youngest sons alone, defenseless, and injured. "Pleaseā¦" he whispers, "...let my family be okay." His only reply was the small pinging of his younger sons' heart monitors.
Yay! Mikey and Donnie are at least alive. Sorry to disappoint anyone who thought this chapter may be on Leo and Raph, but I promise you that will be the main focus of the next chapter :). Sorry for the short chapter, I promise next chapter will be longer. As always, thanks for reading and please feel free to review and let me hear your thoughts and opinions. Thanks! See you guys soon.
