One's True Instincts

Chapter 2

(TMNT CC are AU based on 2003 version, the turtles are 25)
Warning (Rated: T) Disturbing Content, Foul Language, Major Character Death (s), T-cest
Please Don't Read if you don't like this stuff.

One year later.

Everything in the room stood still, like time itself was absent in this picture. The thumping of his heart slowed to a crawl, unable to function correctly, as his mind became blank.

The one thing making any leeway was his heavy breath, which reminded him how his body felt like pins and needles and numb in many ways.

Glistening in the pale light of the lair, where these thick crimson puddles that painted the once grey floors.

The large boom of Leo's voice erupted into his ears, that was unable to shatter the veil that imprisoned him in the moment.

He just kept staring at the bloody, mangled body of Mikey, that was barely alive, yet somehow manage to drag himself home in such a poor condition.

There was so much blood and his already unstable world started to shatter before his eyes one fragment at a time.

First, Donnie disappears without a trace; the only thing that indicated he even existed was his bo staff and bandana.

Not a whisper of him reached the light of day, as if he was a fragment of their imaginations.

With so much time had passed, they all started to assume the worse, regarding that Donnie might be dead. Not him though, deep down, Raph still held onto the hope, regardless that even Master Splinter couldn't connect with his son, finding there was nothing there to connect to.

He wasn't going to give up, yet now after seeing Mikey like this, that once bright hope started to dwindle. What if Donnie was dead…

"RAPH!" Leo snapped at him, slapping the red clad turtle in the face in order to get him back to the program. This wasn't a moment to have any form of a breakdown!

Blinking wildly at the fresh blood oozing out of Mikey, the disturbing aroma invaded his nostrils. The ungodly smell and sight wreak havoc to his stomach, as he flashed his head away, feeling his gag reflexes taking control, Raph couldn't help but puked over the floor.

Leo wasn't pleased on the way he was handling this, his response to Raph, was showing his disappointment and annoyance by aggressively reefing Raph's arm, to force the brother to follow him in order to help him with the kid brother.

Once at the injured turtle that was screaming in agony, blabbering gibberish, Raph came back to reality, helping Leo to gently lift Mikey up to drag him to the lab as both weren't sure what else they could do.

A few weeks back Master Splinter brokenhearted over the loss of his son, made the decision to visit an old friend to see if there was anything they could do to help him and his family to reunite with Donnie.

With no Donnie, who was the only one classified to be any kind of doctor in this family, neither had the knowledge nor skill sets to deal with this.

Mikey was the other one in line to have any clue what steps they should be taken, and yet he was the one at death's damn door.

Who attacked his brother? Who would do this to him?! Whoever it was, they didn't take any mercy on Mikey by the looks of things.

"Raph right here," Leo instructed, holding Mikey by the shoulders and Raph had his legs, "On the count of three, we set him down gently."

Nodding Raph kept quiet, he couldn't believe he just flaked out a second ago, and now he was useless as tits on a boar.

Lowering the brother slowly onto the bed, which they have been making sure it had clean sheets, in case they did find Donnie, and he was injured, Leo fetched his shell cell out of his pouch tossing it to Raph, "Call April. She is the closest person we know that might be able to help Mikey."

Nodding again, Raph dialed April's number, having it being picked up quickly as the hopeful female human answered, looking for some good news over Donnie, only to fall silent as Raph stuttered over his words, "April Mikey... Mikey... "

Taking the phone from him, Leo took a breath, making sure he kept his cool, all they needed was him too to start freaking out, "April, Mikey has been injured badly, and we have no clue how to treat him. Can you..."

"I will be there right away Leo," April hastily interrupted hanging up before Leo could comment, figuring it was the best that she rushed here anyways.

"Raph, I need you to get some fresh sheets; we need to see if we can stop some of this bleeding," Leo ordered, pushing Raph out of the room quickly.

Once out of the lab, finding himself alone in the pure eerie silence of the lair, Raph's eyes followed the blood trail to the door that was the exit to the sewers. How much did he lose? Was there a clear trail to their home as it was from the damn door to the lab doors?

This wasn't looking good at all angles. Clawing at his brain for the right approach and measures he should take for this calamity, Raph could only bite his lip, swallowing hard debating what options were available before him.

The painful truth was that he was useless in the matters of Mikey's well-being and if April did just leave, she would only take roughly five minutes to reach the lair.

She was more suited in aiding Leo, and it was obvious he was no use to Leo, only being a burden and distraction in the end.

This wasn't his department, however, tracking and even figuring out who was behind this was down his alley and a far better way for him to do his part.

"Sorry Leo, I have to make sure whoever hurt Mikey isn't following the red-brick road home..." Raph whispered to the closed door, gripping his sai, leaving the lair before Leo realized what he was up to or tried to stop him.

He knew Mikey was in capable hands, and Donnie did show April a few tips on how to set up the blood bags that Donnie collected from each brother in case of emergencies.

Besides, what good would it be if they got Mikey stable just to have the lair under attack?

Mikey will not survive another beating that was for sure.

Following the red trail only made his stomach turn by every passing step, knowing all this blood was from his brother. That did make him wonder how the hell, Mikey even had the strength or mindset to find his way home.

One thing he had to be thankful though disturbing as it was, it was fresh and not hard to miss, yet the sight still did put shivers down his spine.

Every mile he made Raph became complex of the signs screaming before him. How long was Mikey trying to get home?

To add to the mystery that only made him cringe in horror, was that the trail reminded him of some sick game of cat and mouse.

Here and there, it looked like Mikey engaged with an enemy, then fleeing. Just once again repeated the same event over throughout his journey home, like he was being toyed with.

One thing that was clear was that the kid brother was actually leading the cat away from the lair at first.

It wasn't some time near the end of the game, probably when he was barely hanging on, that he must have taken the chance to head home.

Or did the predator that was after him, got bored with him, allowing him to leave?

Grinding his teeth in frustration Raph was burning up inside over this.

His rising anger was over more than the fact this went down; it was the fact, there was nothing here that was giving him a single idea on who the fuck the attacker was.

There were no visible markers to get him any assumptions. He couldn't tell if it was a male or female, human or mutant. Hell all he knew it was a thirty-foot elephant that escaped the damn zoo, which was very unlikely...

This was like trying to figure out where the damn needle was in the haystack and not knowing which haystack it could be in!

Keeping to the trail, he knew he might, well hope to find something that would help him figure out what or who, brought hell down onto his family. All he knew it could very be the same person that messed with Donnie.

Though wouldn't that mean Donnie was dead?

Raph not allowing himself to think of such horrifying thoughts found himself eventually at a dead end with no more trail to follow.

The beginning he figured, there was more blood here, and it was drying up. As far as he knew there wasn't any other direction to go that might lead to another place.

"So this is where it started?" Raph asked, puzzled over why Mikey was so far away from home in the first place? Wasn't he going to pick up supper?

The guilt hindering him once again feeling like he repeated a past mistake, Raph knew he should have come with. Why did he allow Mikey to convince him it was safe enough for him to grab some pizza, when they lost Donnie not too long ago?

How much more irresponsible can he be?

Kicking the dirt on the ground Raph wanted to scream his anger and frustrations to the world. Why was this happening? What did his family do to deserve this?

Taking a good look around, Raph spotted how this was a perfect place for an ambush. The room had high ceilings with pipes crisscrossing above and around. There was more than one entry way, making this an ideal place to take any ninja by surprise.

The rushing water near by distracting one's sense of hearing and the obstacles around left too many possibilities to hide a person or many. Which still beg the question, why was Mikey here? And who was waiting?

Biting his lip, Raph contemplated whether he should start searching the entry ways for more clues or at least a damn trail to go on. However, not even a step forward, the turtle had to jump back to avoid the ninja star that was about to hit his foot, as his eyes flashed up towards the direction, it came from.

To his dismay, he couldn't see anyone, yet clearly felt the eyes upon him, watching and studying him.

Was it waiting for him to make the first move?

Taking the invitation that was something Raph wasn't shy in accepting, he growled, making his presence heard and to hopefully to get the sneaky bastard to come out and play like grown men.

"So you're going to be a fucken chicken and hide in the shadows? Come out you bastard, I have a bone to pick with you prick!" Raph roared hearing his voice bounce off the walls.

Hearing the air shift, Raph dodged to his right, as his eyes fell upon the next ninja star that was aimed at him.

Someone was playing games; did they do this to Mikey too? Of course, they did; all the evidence was there, and they think they can play him as well?!

He had to change things up; he knew the disadvantage he had by standing there in the open. Somehow he had to get the upper hand, and in doing so, he needed to escape this room first.

Making it look like he was aiming to leave through one of the openings, as Raph anticipated, the individual did throw more stars at him as he instead tricked them by exiting the way he came.

Unfortunately, the plan that was foolproof in his head wasn't as much when he did escape feeling the sharp pain in his shoulder.

Ignoring it since he would tend to it later, Raph bolted down the sewers to collect his bearings; he needed to figure a way to get the drop on this guy.

However, he was yet again at a disadvantage, on the fact he unfortunately didn't know this part of the sewers all too well; there could be paths the guy can take that he had no knowledge of.

How was he to do this correctly?

Looking back towards the way he came, there were no signs of anyone following of yet…

"Damn this guy isn't going to be some push over. Shell he took Mikey down…" Raph muttered, finding himself a bit out of breath.

Recalling that he still had something sticking out of his shoulder that the pain was now throbbing, Raph finally took out the star. About to toss it to the ground to refocus on the task at hand, he suddenly noticed something very odd about it, finding it was covered in some purple residue.

Sniffing it, his beak twitched and the sweat trickled down his brow when he realized he was screwed.

"Shit... It's poisoned!" Raph choked out, swallowing hard of all the damn shit to happen to him; this had to be a factor now. This was a game changer and not for the best.

"Here little turtle... Here little turtle, come out and play! " A voice echoed, in the distance, that was being distorted by some device, sounding unnatural. Unless this guy had one fucked-up voice?

Not allowing the hunter to find him, Raph picked his next course of action.

Against all odds, he had to get as far away from this psychopath before the poison started to take its toll on his body, making it hard for him to even fight back.

However, the issue was; Raph couldn't deliberately led him to the lair so where was a good spot to get this guy to lose his trail?

Then it hit him, wasn't there some abandon train tunnels not too far from here? That place was a maze as he recalled, and with no former knowledge of the place, the guy would be easy to lose.

Taking that as his only advantage, Raph hoped it would be enough before the poison takes effect.

Heart racing, hearing that taunting voice behind him that on many occasions, he swore it was inches away from where he was, Raph's head was spinning.

Even with the corridors blurring together, he somehow managed to find the maze only to wonder if he was going to make it or this tactic was even going to aid him in the end?

At the moment, his breathing was husky at best and his body was trying to protest against his continuing physical activities, demanding him to take a break, but he couldn't.

Worse, the person was continuing to call out to him more frequently, since before it was here and there as a reminder he was being stocked. Was the guy getting anxious to catch him, making sure to mess with his nerves by calling him little turtle?

"Man, this freak is a dime a dozen isn't he..." Raph said under his breath pushing himself forward.

Not taking any chances, Raph went to work, rushing down tunnels and making sure his tracks couldn't be followed so easily.

With the way this area was cloaked in darkness, he had a bit of a field advantage.

Not saying he could see perfectly, but better than any human at least.

Coming around a corner Raph pressed his shell firmly against a wall listening to his predator, which was now whistling some tune, heading down another direction.

Holding back the sigh of relief, Raph slowly moved the opposite direction, knowing there must be an exit around there anyways.

The darkness creeping around him tightly, Raph unfortunately had to rely on his other senses to guide him, not daring to turn on his flashlight.

Every step he made the dread swept over him as he could feel his body weakening and the sweat becoming heavier, dripping down his face.

Taking a right turn, then a left, Raph froze, hearing the sounds of the man whistling coming in his direction.

Panicking Raph turned around, heading back to make the right turn instead, feeling his hunter close behind, almost breathing down his neck.

Shaking that feeling away, he knew there was much distance between each other, and he wasn't caught yet.

Reaching the right direction, Raph fled down it, then stopping a good distance in, before desperately listening back where he came from, hearing the whistling once again fading into the distance.

"That was a close call…" Raph told himself before continuing on, yet regretting in jinxing himself so soon.

Suddenly finding himself on the receiving side of a blade that was aimed at his throat, Raph didn't make any sudden movements.

"Damn it," Raph growled, not understanding how this guy got ahead of him or could move around without the aid of a light at that.

Was he just behind him?

The shadowy figure that was nothing but a blob to him, Raph couldn't tell what or who it was.

"Found you, my little turtle, do you want to play now?" the man asked just before pressing down the blade onto Raph's shoulder, cutting him in the process.

Hissing by the unexpected pain, Raph back away, taking his sai out, "Play?! Man… you bastard have no idea who you're dealing with!" Raph lunged forward, hooking his sai on the blade to pry it free from the enemy's hand.

Only to find his victory short lived, with a fist in his face, then a knee in his plastron that actually hurt making him fly backwards landing on the ground hard.

In a matter of seconds, the individual was on top of him pinging him down with unbelievable strength or was it that he was weak now because of the poison?

"What now!" Raph asked only to suddenly scream feeling something being drilled into his leg.

"Now I cut you into little pieces, as you beg me to stop!"

"Like hell I will! FUCK YOU!" Raph growled, leaning forward trying, his damndest to see who this was.

"Oh, we are a fighter aren't we? Now that is sexy," the man churred, making Raph shuddered. Not just over this guy thinks this was remotely sexy, but the fact he recognized the churr, and whatever device this guy was using didn't mask it like his voice.

Feeling his throat becoming dry, Raph's eyes widened in disbelief, "Donnie!"

Almost chuckling over the name, the attacker went forward showing he was wearing a helmet, "My name isn't Donnie."

"Then Donatello, whatever," Raph huffed hating he couldn't see pass the black visor, yet could tell by this guy's sudden body movements, he was surprised at being addressed by Donatello.

"This is interesting, how do you know my name?" the guy asked finally removing the helmet, showing those brown eyes that use to be kind, that never judged anyone. Yet now were cold and judgmental.

"Donnie... Donatello, it's me, Raphael. Your brother!" Raph yelled at him not comprehending on why his brother was attacking him or acting like some nut job.

"Brother?" the turtle played with the word amused, "I have no brothers."

"Yes, you do! Damn it who did this to you?" Raph asked, hoping he would get a name.

Whoever was behind this must have brainwashed Donnie, but then was it, he who just almost killed Mikey?

Slamming his palms onto Raph's shoulders, then painfully screwing his thumbs into his skin, Donnie growled in disappointment, "You're not being a fun pet anymore! I was hoping a little more fight out of you before I carve those delicious golden eyes out of your skull. They are amazing, and I must have them!"

"Fuck you Donatello, and snap out of this!" Raph only responded, feeling his head getting woozy over not only the poison, but the fact Donnie was serious in taking his eyes for some sick trophy!

"I see the poison is taking root, so you have maybe twenty minutes, then you will be dead," Donnie pointed out pouting as he did, "What a pity, I was hoping to really, really have a fun time with you, not that it hasn't been so far... You know what is sad, sexy; the bawling baby gave up a better fight."

"Bawling baby... Mikey..." Raph asked, so Donnie did attack him! Feeling the rage within, Raph managed to throw Donnie off him, ignoring the pain in his leg that he came to realize he had a dagger sticking out of it.

"Donatello that was your kid brother whom you try to kill! Damn it," Raph rushed forward, striking Donnie on the side with his good leg, hoping it would mobilize him to give him some advantage here.

Not saying a word, Donnie grinned loving the fact Raph was starting to get violent.

Countering his attack, Donnie licked his lips hungrily, grabbing Raph's leg reefing him down as both turtles ended up fighting on the ground, trying to get the upper hand over the other.

Slamming his fist in Donnie's face, Raph felt at a lost seeing the twisted brother was enjoying this and even egging him on to beat him more!

Round after round, exchanges of kicks and punches flying in the air, it ended with Raph the loser with Donnie pressing him against the wall hard, with those murderous eyes.

Suddenly, Raph felt it, Donnie's free hand swiftly stabbing him in the side of his plastron.

A hot liquid ran down his legs as Raph was starting to lose his breath.

Slowly, Donnie removed the blade, placing it on his belt, yet not before licking the blood off it, entertained over the terror in Raph's fiery eyes.

Once that hand was free again, Donnie grabbed Raph's bandana that was tearing apart covered in blood and dirt, forcing Raph's head to tilt to the right.

"This was fun," Donnie beamed, then slammed Raph's head back into the wall, making the muscle turtle see stars.

Feeling this was the end of the line, waiting for the end that was coming, Raph closed his eyes.

Of all the things in this world to be scared of, he was afraid that his last memory of Donnie, was him taking his life, he couldn't bear it or want to acknowledge it. He wanted to remember the kind-hearted Donnie, not this monster.

Placing himself in denial to achieve this peace of mind, he pretended it was some stranger, some bastard who got the best of him and nothing more.

Trembling, feeling his body losing all dignity, Raph couldn't stop this rolling fear, maybe it was the fact Donnie was going to end his life…

Then suddenly to his surprise, he could feel Donnie's warm lips pressing against his as some liquid came from his mouth entering his. Raph not sure what this was, filled with confusion, instinctively tried to spit it out.

However, Donnie wasn't going to allow it, locking his jaw shut, and forcing him to swallow the liquid, then kissing him again, nibbling on Raph's lip before departure.

Churring and being covered by an alluring spice, Raph realized Donnie was aroused.

Feeling his body winding down Raph stared at him in confusion, unsure what changed or why Donnie was acting like this.

Donnie rubbed his cheek against Raph's, whispered in his ear before everything went black, "I was going to kill you sexy little turtle... But you're something other, you make me so hot inside… I can't let you go, so I'm going to make you mine instead!"

Donnie POV

Dragging his new prize across the tile floor towards his room, Donnie paused, casting his gaze over his shoulder towards his master.

"I order you to kill them, not play with them like mice," Bishop crossed his arms.

Bishop not too pleased by this disobedience, adjusted his shades noticing the still breathing Raph, with injuries not as life threatening then they should be and how he was staining the floor with his blood.

Dropping the red clad turtle that was still unconscious to the ground without a care, Donnie turned around bowing to his master deeply, regretting being caught in the act, "I want him as mine, Master. He intrigues me; I didn't do this to question your orders."

"Oh?"

"I have done what you ask of me Master to every detail… can I keep him? I promise he will not cause any trouble, or I will kill him if he does," Donnie asked not daring to look up to his master in fear of showing a display of begging, which would be disgraceful and displaying weakness.

Waiting for his Master to say something, Donnie became nervous trying his hardest not to show it. Deep down, to the very core of his soul, he wanted to claim Raph. A desire like no other he has experienced, and didn't want his master to take his new-found pet away from him.

Finally giving him an answer, Bishop smirked, "Very well, but wash him up and make sure he doesn't leave your room. If I catch your reward for your efforts thus far, anywhere in the base or out, Donatello. Or I will dispose of it myself right away, and you will be punished further. Do I make myself clear?"

Nodding quickly feeling the joy of the approval, Donnie smiled happily, "Of course Master. I will keep him at bay, Thank you Master."

Taking another bow of gratitude for having such a generous master to serve, Donnie stood up straight quickly, picking up Raph to continue his way to his room. He needed to clean him up as Bishop has ordered and prep him for his new life with him.

Watching Donatello disappeared into his room, closing his door behind, one of Bishop's men approached him with a questionable look on his face, "Sir not to judge your decision. Was it wise to let him have one of the brothers who isn't brainwashed? Wouldn't that put this operation in danger?"

Bishop grinned more, turned away, walking down the corridor, "There is no need to brainwash Raphael, Donatello will do that in his own way. Besides, as I promised Donatello before making him my pawn, I was going to let him have rewards for serving me. This is a reward he always wanted, even in his old life. He had always desired to have Raphael as his."

TBC