One's True Instincts

Chapter 3

(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.

The sudden strong unknown smell, overpowered his senses, jolting him awake.

Panicking over the abrupt tactic to make him come around, Raph jumped out of his shell, opening his eyes that became clouded by his confusion, as they set upon the foreign room.

Inches away from his beak, his brother's hand waved some tiny brown glass bottle that the pungent odor was coming from, only just removing it from him once Raph responded to it in disgust.

Relieved that the bottle was out of his sights and the fact he didn't have to suffer over inhaling that shit any longer, he flashed a quick look up to see his brother's face, to only regret that rash action, as his vision suddenly blurred and the nausea and dizziness set in.

"I thought you would never wake up," Donnie smiled shiftily. A smile that wasn't kind, nor was anything remotely like his normal one he would display when expressing his happiness. No, it was twisted and down right frightful.

If this was a horror movie, though Raph would argue over that this was starting to be one, Donnie was the psychopathic serial killer who just captured the fuck up blond and was ready to do her a world of pain. The pain horrifying and disgusting as it may be, would be physical, mental and unfortunately sexual.

"Where am I?" Raph asked dryly, feeling how parch his throat was, taking notice that Donnie was out of his gear now wearing some common human clothes.

"My room."

Taking another look around, it seemed like a living quarter, then anything else that would bring him back to the horror movie idea again. He was a bit thankful the room didn't have mounted trophies or some voodoo dolls with a cauldron bubbling over, nor some seventies retro look to it.

Instead, it seemed normal; to his left was a door that what he could tell led to the bathroom. Ahead of him must be the way out of this room, and the room itself didn't have much to it in taste of style really. The walls were metal with no form of decoration other than some tape up blueprints, of what. Raph wasn't sure of. There in a far corner, was a desk cluttered with folders and more papers, which that mess reached to the floor towards the bed that he was sitting on.

Making an attempt to move off the bed to get some distance from his so-called brother, Raph quickly found out that wasn't some easy task. To his disbelief, he came aware of the shackles around his arms that were attached to a thick chain bolted to the wall behind him.

"Donnie what the hell?" Raph growled, baffled. Annoyed over this, he pulled the chains with all his strength to question the brother of this below the belt tactic, as he noticed the effort wasn't accomplishing anything.

"My name is Donatello!" Donnie snapped bitterly, enraged for being addressed by another name. His mood quickly changed as his smile washed away and his eyes became wild with blood lust.

"Fuck you bro! I will call you whatever the fuck I want! Now get these damn things off of me, Donnie!" Raph ordered the younger brother, narrowing his eyes to show seniority.

That being his first mistake of many, Raph's head started to spin, when his face came in contact with Donnie's foot and then the wall behind him.

Coming forward swiftly Donnie was on him in seconds wrapping his hands around Raph's throat, squeezing it tightly, as Raph started to gasp for air.

"MY NAME IS DONATELLO!" Donnie screamed like a lunatic, throwing a punch at Raph's side that was where he was stabbed earlier, shooting pain up his spine.

The pain unbearable and the lack of oxygen wasn't helping; tears ran down the turtle's face.

With one final attempt hoping to calm the out of control brother, which never had such a temper that would actually put his own to shame, Raph wheezed out a plea to Donnie.

"I'm... I'm... sorry Don... Donatello..."

Hearing his name correctly Donnie gave a breath of satisfaction, letting go of Raph's throat, but not letting Raph go entirely still having him pinned to the bed with his hands secured by Donnie's one hand.

With his free hand, Donnie held Raph's cheek staring into his golden eyes, before licking Raph on the beak, then whispering a warning, "Next time you call me other than by my real name Raphael, I will punish you. Do you understand? I will not tolerate this fantasy of yours over that I'm your brother... We are not brothers, but you are though, mine!"

"Mine?" Raph asked, unsure what Donnie was referring to, noticing that his scent was changing.

Letting out a devilish laugh, Donnie's hand tightened his grip on Raph's face, forcing it up to meet his lips, as Donnie kissed him holding him there against his will.

Shock by this sudden display, Raph began to understand what Donnie was trying to get at.

Donnie was claiming him as his mate?!

When the kiss ended not a moment too soon, Raph's eyes wildly searched for a way to escape this circus act.

First, Donnie was acting like some straight jacket turtle that wanted to gut him alive, now was kissing him and who knows what else was running in his head.

Would Donnie rape him too?

Trying to scratch that idea out, since that was too much to comprehend as things stand, Raph tried to collect his thoughts. This was twisted and wrong in so many ways.

Donnie would never do this, considering this was beyond him and would go against all his morals and code of honor.

Was this really Donnie or some doppelganger or clone even? Though part of him wanted to ask, he feared how this turtle would react to such a question, and he was at a disadvantage at the parent moment.

Donnie watching Raph's reaction to his proposal of claiming him, he became disappointed letting go of Raph's face and getting off him, heading to his desk to brood.

The silence starting to thicken between them, neither said a word. Raph was still trying to figure out a way to get himself free without having the crazy turtle at his throat.

Then the silence was broken when Donnie growled out his emotions, taking a fit, sliding his hand across the desk in frustration.

Instantly papers exploded into the air, and Donnie was breathing heavily, planting his hands firmly on the desk, staring at the wooden surface as if it had some hidden secrets.

Raph not taking his chances to have that anger redirected at him again, he waited patiently, taking in his environment and making a mental note of anything and everything that could be of use to him.

Moments later, finally Donnie took one big breath as he ended his thinking session turning around to Raph once again, smiling wildly.

"You don't share the same feelings as I do?" Donnie asked calmly.

"No." Raph answered, leaving the sarcasm and any stupid comeback at the door; this wasn't a moment to piss off the fake brother.

Nodding Donnie placed his hand on his chin, smiling more, that was two seconds away from impersonating the Cheshire Cat, "You're lying."

Baffled over that accusation, Raph raised an eyebrow in question, "Like hell I am! I don't feel that way towards you!"

"Oh?" Donnie burst into laughter that brought shivers to Raph as his mouth went dry again, was this guy that nuts? "Do you think I can't smell your scent Raphael, how turned on you were when I first kissed you in the sewers?"

"I was not!" Raph yelled at the delusional turtle, clenching his fists.

Taking a seat beside him, which was out of Raph's reach to even attempt to get the upper hand on this turtle, Donnie sighed, licking his lips, "You know that part of you like it. Loving the fact I was so rough with you."

"SHUT UP!"

"You can deny it all you want Raphael, but I know the truth even if you don't... But I guess you think I'm your brother, which must be where the problem lies... Now, what should I do to fix that and get you to see the undeniable truth, that you are mine now?" Donnie asked more to himself then towards Raph. Donnie crossed his arms, debating deeply of a course of action that should be taken in order to bring Raph to the light.

"Donatello I don't know what is going on in your head... But listen to me, this isn't going to happen," Raph stated, skipping the part of being brothers, to avoid another episode.

Letting out a sigh, Donnie rolled his eyes, tilting his head back, "That is where you're wrong," getting up Donnie leaned forward, grabbing Raph's arms, before Raph got the idea to use the chains to strangle him, "Don't worry, I promise you that I will not take full advantage of you. I want you to beg me to take you; it's a lot more entertaining that way, and very sexy as well."

"There is no way in hell I would ever beg you to fuck me," Raph bluntly told Donnie.

"That is where you're wrong yet again. You will, but I know now I have to take away all the distractions," Donnie lightly kissed Raph on the cheek having him scowl at Donnie in disgust for such an act.

"What do you mean by taking away the distractions?" Raph had to ask, feeling the sickening terror rising in his gut.

"Your fake family and friends need to disappear for good, and then you will only have me. At that moment, you will know how much you want me," Donnie grinned devilishly as Raph's eyes widen in horror.
"Donatello that is your family too! And they are not fake!" Raph blurred out, holding back the pure fear that took root in his soul. This wasn't happening, he couldn't' be serious could he?

Leaving Raph's side once again, Donnie went towards the desk opening it up, taking out a tablet, scrolling through it before turning the screen to show Raph something.

"I already have started!" Donnie churred, watching Raph face turning white.

There on the screen was a recording of the lair's lab security camera, with Leo breaking down beside the bed, that Mikey was laying on as April tries to console him.

There were blood and sheets everywhere and his little brother wasn't moving, hook up to a monitor that was reading flat line. Hyperventilating Raph shook his head as tears ran down his face.

"No... Nooo... Mikey... FUCK NOOO!" Raph screamed his lungs out thrusting his body forward, pulling his chains, "You damn idiot! How could you kill him! WHY DONNIE!"

This was his fault! All of it!
He was the one that left, figuring it was for the best.
He should have stayed and help Leo.
Why the hell did he leave?

Consumed by his guilt, Raph curled up into a ball, blindly staring at the pillow before him.

At the moment, he was alone, and Donnie had left a while ago to leave Raph with his thoughts, but not before prompting up the tablet to play back the horrifying replay of what happened to Mikey. The sick bastard recorded from the beginning when he hunted Mikey down till the end when Mikey flat lined while both April and Leo desperately try to save him.

To think seeing this once, Donnie made sure it repeated this horror show, over and over again, on an endless loop.

Unable to take it, Raph did try to throw the other pillow at the tablet to stop it, yet unfortunately he couldn't hit it, finding himself at the end placing his hands over his ears to block the bloodcurdling cries of Mikey that echoed in his head.

How long will he be tortured? How much can he take before he snapped?

Holding his own screams that wanted to come out, Raph repeatedly told himself he had to be strong and not let this imposter get the best of him.

"I can't let him break me... I can't for Mikey's sake. I will get my revenge!" Raph told himself, then froze as the door to the room opened.

Suspecting the murderer to walk in and give him that grin, Raph was startled to see it was Bishop?

The guilt and torment boiling within, was quickly replaced by pure anger.

Raph bitterly narrowed his eyes at the human; he should have known it was his doing after all, "YOU!"

Taking a look at the video that was playing Bishop ignored Raph for a moment, to pause it, while taking a chair to sit down, crossing his legs.

"Where is Donnie!" Raph didn't waste time.

"I sent him on his next mission. His results on this one were quite successful, then I anticipated."

"I didn't ask about that bastard you made to look like my brother! I mean my real brother. Where is he?" Raph stretched his arms out, wishing Bishop was closer so he could strangle the fucker.

"That is your brother... well was your brother."

"Like hell he is! That isn't him. He would never do that to Mikey! Never!" Raph coldly spat.

"Oh, he would and did."

"Enough Bishop, what did you do to him!"

Sighing, Bishop straiten up, "I reverse his mutation, then allowed his animal form to take over until he had no memories of you or your family. Once that was done, I re-mutated him and molded him into the perfect soldier."

Blinking wildly, Raph wasn't sure what to say, so that Donatello was actually his Donnie?

"He... he isn't a clone..."

"No."

Clearing his throat, Raph collected himself, "Then reverse it and give me back my brother!"

Shaking his head, Bishop was disappointed, he should have known Raph wasn't fully listening, "There is nothing to be reversed, everything that made him your brother is gone, Raphael, and he is what he is now."

"You made him into your mindless puppet!"

"No, not quite," Bishop started seeing the confusion in Raph's eyes, "He has a mind of his own; I only made him obedient to me like he was to your own master. He has his own desires and wills. Like how he begged me to let him keep you. He was drawn to you, even though I told him you must die, and he resisted that order."

"So there is still a part of him left then," Raph took that a sign of hope only to have it crushed again.

"Raphael, he only requested this for he wanted you as his own. Not because he is your brother. He told you he would make you his, right? He will do anything to get that, even kill everyone you love, in order to make you love him only," Bishop pointed out in amusement, watching Raph's face turn white.

Flashing a look at the video recalling he did murder Mikey in cold blood, Raph came to the fearful conclusion that this alone proved Bishop's statement.

Getting up Bishop headed for the door wearing a smile of satisfaction, just to pause, hearing Raph ask him the question he was waiting for.

"Why haven't you brainwashed me already? Aren't you worried I will escape and fuck up your plans?" Raph pushed; maybe he could use that leverage, since so far the room had nothing he could use to get out of these chains as it stands.

Not bothering to turn around to look at him, Bishop answered him, "I don't have to, you will break Raphael. Donatello will make sure of it!"

It has been hours since Raph seen either Bishop or Donnie as he repeatedly failed to get these chains off.

With the video not playing anymore, he could think clearly with no horrible distractions to hinder him, though the frozen image was in the middle of Mikey's conflict with Donnie, and it wasn't a pleasant spot to stop on.

Huffing under his breath, Raph attempted to see if he could break the chains, yet the more he tried he became to discourage considering they were well-made and screwed securely into the wall. Heck the wall being metal didn't help much pissing away any possible scenarios of it giving way from his forceful pulling and having the screw just popping out.

Then to his dismay that his window of opportunity has just flown by, the sound of the doorknob caught his ear.

Quickly stopping his attempts, Raph put on the innocent act in order to fool whoever was coming in.

Suddenly, before the individual could be seen, Raph's eyes widen in horror, disturbed over the overwhelming potent fresh smell of blood that unpleasantly invaded his nostrils.

Entering the room, Donnie was painted crimson, and he seemed unfazed by his appearance nor the fact he was covered by someone's blood.

The bloody turtle wearing the same gear when Raph first saw him in the sewers, glanced at Raph happily in seeing his face. Raph could tell it wasn't the expression that he was giving that pleased Donnie; it was moreover, the fact he was there to greet him when he came home.

However, that happy state was short lived, as Donnie tilted his head disappointingly towards the video that wasn't still playing.

Blinking at it puzzled on how it froze when he was gone, Raph responded quickly not allowing Donnie to raise any suspicions over him, "Bishop paused it... Donatello we need to talk."

"Huh," Donnie only responded, taking off his gear throwing it into a laundry basket then placing it outside the door for someone to come and pick it up to clean them for him.

Not surprisingly, his exposed body wasn't untouched, with blood stains over his green skin with some bruises that Raph figured it was caused by him during their encounter in the sewers.

Still not saying much, Donnie walked towards the tablet turning it off, then just being cruel and replaying the video again. After that he headed for the bathroom to wash up.

Trying not to dwell on whose blood that was covering Donnie, Raph went back to work.

With the new initiative to escape over the fact every horrible scenario ran in his head how the blood might be linked to him; Raph found his adrenaline going into overdrive, as the chains started to buckle under the force of his pull.

With a sharp snap, Raph fell forward having a piece of the chain hitting him in the back of the head.

Holding in the painful cry that wanted to escape him, he shook it off, slowly getting off the bed, while keeping a watchful eye towards the bathroom.

The sounds of the shower could be heard, and the steam seeped out of the open doorway.

This was his chance.

Part of him wanted to take the advantage to knock Donnie out, to bring him home to get him fixed, but he knew that wasn't the best play at the moment.

He had to get home and find out if Mikey was truly dead and to get help.

Donnie was in a position that he alone couldn't be able to help him, besides, he was at a disadvantage from the lack of knowledge about this location, and Bishop could be around the corner all he knew.

Donnie with his obsession would come for him later, there was no worry not being able to find him again.

Reaching the door, Raph opened it slowly, keeping a key eye on the bathroom while cautiously peaking outside to determine if there was anyone around.

To his relief, there was not a soul insight and surprisingly, there seemed to be no security cameras in the area either, making this a bit simpler.

Slipping out of the door, holding the chains that still were around his wrists, he wanted to avoid them clinging onto anything and alerting the crazy brother he was escaping.

With the door closed securely behind him, Raph didn't let a moment pass by, rushing down the corridor, then weaving through the maze that was before him.

The place had way too many twists and turns that Raph became nervous over this poorly laid-out plan, wondering where the hell he was really going.

By now, Donnie must have noticed he was gone, yet no alarm was turned on, and he still didn't see one camera displayed.

Thinking so far, his luck was on his side, he made a dead stop coming up towards a group of men with guns waiting for him. They knew he was coming, but how?

Biting his lip in dismay, Raph slowly took a step back only to quiver hearing the clicking of guns getting ready to shoot him from behind.

Taking a deep breath, Raph looked over his shoulder, seeing he was right, he was now surrounded.

"I'm impressed Raphael, that you actually broke those chains. They were made for someone like yourself," Bishop made his presence known passing the men who still had Raph in their line of sight, ready for the order to shoot him down.

"Sorry Bishop, but I'm not staying around one more minute, in this freak show," Raph responded, letting the chains fall. If he was going down, they would have to take him down by force.

"Now that is something I can't allow. I promised Donatello he could keep you and being such a generous master as I am, I have to award my good little soldier. Even if I have to take extra precautions," Bishop smiled before charging forward.

Countering, Raph swung the chain to have his eyes widen in disbelief when Bishop caught it with ease, using Raph's strength against himself, slamming the turtle to the wall.

In a tug a war, Raph slashed at Bishop with the other chain, getting the human by the leg making him fall backwards.

Feeling this was a bit too easy, Raph ignored the warning in his head that told him this was some kind of set up.

About to strike the bastard down, Raph saw a blur; a leg caught his side, and he found himself quickly on the ground without warning.

Blinking wildly trying to figure out what just happened, Raph looked up at Donnie's face that shown no mercy and pure anger.

"Don't touch my master you worthless worm!" Donnie growled thrusting his sword down only to be stopped by hearing Bishop giving him the order.

"Donatello there is no need of that, "Bishop said smoothly.

Turning his head to the side, Donnie gave his master a questionable look, "But Master he attacked you, and you did warn me that if he leaves my room, he shouldn't live. I swore to you Master, I would kill him myself if he ever did."

Smiling, Bishop took on a new light that made Raph wonder what his angle was. What was he trying to prove?

"Donatello, do you really want to kill your mate?" Bishop asked.

Thinking about it, Donnie shook his head slowly, "No… But Master, I must do my duty."

"I understand Donatello. However, you can do it in other ways, which would be more beneficial. Let's not kill him and deal with this little problem by using another approach."

Turning his head at his master Donnie was confused, "Master?"

"I have a gift for you, for all your hard work so far, " Bishop started, then took out a gun, shooting Raph in the shoulder, that wasn't a bullet yet a tranq, "But first let's make sure your new pet behaves, and we can work on making things a bit more secure and safe for him."

Feeling the tranquilizer taking effect, the conversation between Bishop became distorted and his surroundings were engulfed by a sudden darkness.

Within that darkness, Raph came to the reality of what just happened.

Bishop made sure that Raph couldn't use the brainwash story on Donnie at all; he showed him compassion and not just to Donnie but to him as well.

He put the foundation up that no matter what Donnie would see Bishop as a just master, allowing him to keep Raph as his mate, regardless that he did try to escape and attack Bishop.

Now no amount of effort convincing Donnie that Bishop is the bad guy would hold up and like Donnie would ever believe him over that fact Bishop brainwashed him. It would be a miracle if he could make Donnie see the truth.

The problem is this display showed Bishop would do anything to make it look like Raph was just trying some tactic to escape.

This was a check mate and Raph was never good with chess, but he knew for sure Bishop had his king, and he was screwed.

TBC