'Oooh, looks like i might get some extra action after all.' the beasts voice rang through his head, making him cringe lightly as he made his way to the sidelines of the dojo. Thank god Master Splinter had chosen Leo to fight Mikey instead of him, Don would just have to be a little more careful with Raph because of his leg wound. Donnie really didn't need Mikey bitching him out for hurting his mate.
'Why not rough him up a bit? He's a big boy, he can handle it. Besides, he isn't that badly wounded. How bout you let me fight him, i promise i wont hurt him... much.' Its maniacal laugh filled his mind, sending a pain of anger stewing in the pit of his stomach. There was not way he was letting that thing near his brothers. No way in shell.
Don could not respond to the creatures torment, for he was around his family. He had tried a few times to talk with the beast in his head, so that it would be easier keeping those conversations secret, but every time he tried, he ended up falling into a half meditation stage. It felt like his soul was connecting to the beasts, turning them into one. A few times it had almost succeeded, but Don remembered what was happening and who he was connecting to just in time to break away from the pull of the monster.
'Come on... Your not the only one he has been pissing off lately.' The beast reasoned, purposefully sending a jolt of pain throughout Don's body, trying to coax him into letting go. In anger, Donnie dug his nails into the skin on his thighs, focusing hard on severing the link the monster was trying so hard to maintain.
'Hey look... Blues pretty good.' Donnie snapped back into reality as he focused on the scene in front of him. Mikey was spinning his nun chucks expertly in his hands while Leo stood tall, both katana held defensively at his sides. He could not say that his ex mate didn't look absolutely... No, never again...
'He looks good enough to eat to me.' Don's breath hitched slightly at the thought of his oldest brother being torn to shreds because the beast. His body slowly being devoured right in front of the remaining brothers eyes. Donnie just managed to fight back the bile that rose in his throat, ridding his mind of the gory pictures. The stupid beast just didn't know when to quit.
Suddenly, Mikey charged forward, a small battle cry leaving his lips. As he got closer, Leo slightly shifted his stance, going completely undetected by their youngest brother. Don didn't know if it was the monster enhancing his perception, or if it was just Mikey that didn't notice it. Judging by how Raph stiffened slightly, Don was going to take a safe bet and say that it was just Mikey.
Just as Mikey brought his nun chucks down with enough force to shatter bones, Leo sidestepped him, angling his foot slightly which caused Mikey to land straight on his face. He wasn't down for very long, shooting straight up to bring his 'nun chuck fury' down upon their fearless leader. However, Leo seemed to be unaffected by any of Mikey's attacks as he simply just danced around him at speeds that they were unused too. Even Don had a somewhat hard time following his moves precisely.
In a final attempt to win the match, Mikey threw one pair of nun chucks at Leo, planning on disorienting the leader while he moved in for the finishing move. However, what the orange clad turtle hadn't been counting on was how Leo surged forward, batting the nun chuck away before driving the butt of his sword into Mikey's gut, successfully bringing the younger to his knees.
"No more! I yield!... *pant* Holy shell Leo..." Mikey clutched his plastron tightly, remaining on his knees as the pain slowly subsided. The hit wasn't hard enough to cause lasting pain, the velocity of the strike wasn't high enough, however, it would hurt a bit for the moment. Raph got to his feet and helped Mikey to his, before leading the embarrassed turtle to the side mats.
As Mikey sat down, Don stood, making his way to the middle of the dojo... Where he would spar against one of his brothers for the first time since the attack. He could tell that his hands were shaking slightly, not too noticeably, but if you watched closely then you could see it.
Leo was already sitting next to Mikey as Raph made his way to the matts, a slight smirk on his face. Don could tell that Raph had already assumed he would win. Donnie also knew that there was no way Raph wasn't going to take it easy on him. They all believed, because of what he had been through and the state of his body, that Don was going to be weaker then usual. That he couldn't defend himself...
Guess now was his time to prove them all wrong. Once and for all...
His coffee coloured eyes narrowed on his hot headed brother's form while he shifted his stance into a defensive, bô gripped tightly between olive hands. Raph seemed to study Don's stance for a moment before shifting into his own, his a little more aggressive and offensive then the purple branded turtle's. Their eyes locked, Don sending a hard glare while Raph seemed to be calm, further aggravating both Don, and the beast within.
"Begin!" Their father's words rang out through the silence, but no one made a moved.
After what seemed like hours of staring, Raph finally lunged forward, his sais clutched tightly in his hands as he attacked the smaller turtle. Don could tell by the way Raph's muscles still seemed relaxed and the form he was, that his older brother was using an eighth of his true strength. As the red branded turtle got closer, Don refused to move a muscle, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Finally, Just when it seemed that Raph was about to pull his punch, Don shifted his body to the right, dodging the weak punch with ease while also bring his bô down, tripping Raph in one fluid motion. He wasn't going attack his brother, only aggravate him to the point where Raph would actually fight. If they were going to spar to show their father what they could do, then he refused to be treated as a child.
No mere child could deal with what he had to...
Once Raph had recovered from the counter, he was back to offensively attacking the normally passive, purple loving turtle. Punch after punch, kick after kick, jab after jab, Don dodged them all, purposefully aggravating his brother by keeping a calm expression, a slight smirk gracing his chapped lips. He could see that the red branded turtle was becoming a little fatigued, as his moves and reflexes were getting a little slower.
But Don knew how fast that changed when he got truly angry, and he was well on his way to that point.
With a growl, Raph lunged forward, his sais pointed directly at the purple branded turtles chest. Don countered by lifting his bô and locking it with both of Raph's sais, keeping them close as they glared at each other. When Raph tried to pry his sais from their prone position, Donnie simply shifted his grip, keeping them in place as his smirk grew.
What Don didn't expect was Raph to snap so soon. The hot headed brother let a snarl before punching Don in the shoulder, the injured shoulder. A surge of pain shot through his arm and his grip on his bô loosened. Raph tore his sais from Don and then kicked the slightly stunned turtle straight in the Plastron, sending Donnie backwards into the wall.
Time seemed to slow as Raph realised what he had done. However, before he or anyone else could make a move to help the genius, Don stood, rolling his shoulder to ease away some of the pain while an angry spark threatened to ignite within him. Even though he knew that continuing this match would most likely lead to something worse, he couldn't bring himself to care.
Don had a point to prove, and he wasn't stopping till it was made clear...
Tilting his head to either side, he was satisfied to hear a slight crack, the muscles in his neck loosening slightly. Don returned to the middle of the dojo, taking a more offensive stance while everyone around him got over their shock. He could feel blood beginning to soak the bandages on his knuckles, but when he looked at his shoulder, there was nothing. It must have already healed, since it wasn't that bad to begin with.
Returning his attention to the match, Don watched Raph get into a defensive stance as his golden eyes roamed over Don's body, a remorseful glint in them. That only caused the spark within Donnie to grow slightly. what must he do to prove that he wasn't a weakling?
With a growl of his own, Don charged forward, his bô twirling in his right hand while his left hand was defensively positioned in front if his chest. Normally, Don stuck with being defensive, it was just the better choice when your weapon was made for that kind of fighting style. The bô staff was made to keep the wielder's enemies at bay so they would obtain minimal damage. It wasn't an offensive weapon, but that didn't mean it couldn't be used as such.
Raph also lunged forward, aiming to trip Don and stop the attack dead in its tracks, however Donnie was expecting that. As Raph shifted his body lower, Don brought his bô down and stuck the emerald green turtle straight in the Plastron, knocking him back on his carapace. Before the stronger turtle could move to sit up, Don straddled his Plastron, pinning the more muscular arms to the ground.
As Raph struggled to be free, Don found himself staring into the older turtles eyes, his own cruel mind, or maybe the beasts, giving Raph an older appearance and a missing eye. This time however, there were no stitches to keep the red bandana closed. No, instead there was just a bloody, gaping hole staring back up at him, the various other scars making everything seem more horrid.
Closing his eyes, Don held back the tears that threatened to break through as he awaited his father to call the match. He could tell he was using too much strength to keep his brother pinned, which would cause suspicion later, but he couldn't bring himself to care... He just needed to get away.
'You know you want to kill him... To tear the flesh from his bones... After everything that he put you through in the last two years... Let me tear him apart... Let me take away what hurts you... Let me protect you...' The beasts surprisingly soft voice echoed through his mind. It wasn't very often that the monster within him would show its caring side, but Don knew it existed.
Only when it was tired would it become more gentile... But that wouldn't last long...
'I WILL PROTECT YOU!'
Don was so relieved when his father called the match that he dropped his walls, unaware of his actions until it was too late... Just before he removed himself from Raph's plastron, all of his muscles cramped up and white hot, searing pain shot through his body. A pained gasp left his lips before he lost some of the control of his own body. His grip on Raph's wrists became stronger while he increased the pressure on the emerald turtle's plastron.
Don could feel Leo and Mikey's hands on him, trying to pry him from their hot headed brother while his father knelt in front of him, trying to convince him to release his brother. Too bad none of those words reached him.
His mind was foggy and he almost gave up to the beasts power. That was before he saw the pained expression on Raph's face, felt the desperation of his family. Moments from his time in the future flashed before his eyes, giving him the power and the will to fight back. He was not going to hurt them like that... Never again...
With a growl, Don hauled himself up and away from every one of his family members, the pain still present within his body... The beast was right... It was getting stronger and its recovery basically required no time at all...
He collapsed to his knees as he felt something move around beneath his skin... It was breaking through... No... This couldn't be happening...
In a last attempt to prevent the creature from escaping, Don barely audibly whispered:
"They'll cure you."
With that, the beast ceased its assault, his body relaxing as he breathed deeply, unaware that he had been holding his breath thought the experience. There was no way his family heard him, not even his Father, it was just too quiet...
He could feel their eyes on him... Hear one of them getting closer... He couldn't go through the questioning right now, not right after something like that...
Before any of them could say anything, Don shoved away all of the soreness in his body and stood, making his way to the other side of the dojo. He could feel the words on his arms pulsating, reminding him of what he was... What he would always be... With a small growl, Don quickly put on the lab coat, hiding his body from the rest of the world...
As he turned to leave the room, Don caught sight of the hand sized bruises that were already forming on Raph's wrists... a small amount of blood where his nails had mercilessly pierced the emerald green skin... He had done that... How many times had he promised himself that he would never hurt his brothers... That he would protect them with every part of his being... He had failed...
He was a failure...
Don tore his eyes from his family and made his way to the dojo doors... He needed to be alone...
"Don..." He heard Leo say, causing him to hesitate slightly...
"I'm sorry... I just... I need to be alone..." He said brokenly before leaving... He didn't want to hear anything else...
The lab door locked behind him as he stepped into the room, every muscle in his body tense. He needed to get his mind off of everything... He needed a distraction... Something to take away the pain... A glint caught his eye and he was stunned to find himself staring longingly at one of the many scalpels littering his lab...
One slice... Once calculated cut to a major artery, and everything could be over... He would finally be free of the torment he was forced to face every damn day... That was all he needed, and he found himself reaching out towards it, the metal handle cold against his hot skin... With a shaky hand, he pressed the deathly sharp medical tool to his throat...
He could do it... He needed to-
'How the shell could you just abandon us like that!' The older version of Mikey's voice rang through his head, making him throw the scalpel across the room before sinking to the ground in fetal position. He couldn't do it... He was forced to suffer...
If he didn't... Then they would...
Don began to rock himself back and forth just like he had the night before.
When would it end?
Hey guys! :D
sorry its been so long since my last update, i was making chicken wings for the football team in a deep fryer. When pulled the basket out and turned around, i almost walked into someone, so on instinct, i put my hand between us and ended up burning a bunch of criss cross patterns in the palm of my hand.
so its been a challenge writing. BUT IM DONE NOW :D
YAY!
sorry if its depressing :/ but this is how it needs to be :/
bye now
