Summary: They thought they had defeated him. They thought they had gotten rid of him. They thought they were finally at peace. But you can't outrun the devil, no matter how fast you go...Diego has finally gotten what he's always wanted- a body. So how are Leo, Don and Mikey supposed to kill Diego now, when he is possessing their brother?
Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT. Only my oc.
Author's notes: I'd like to thank everyone for their support on this story and series. It really means a lot, so thank you guys :) *gives hugs*
Drag Me Down
'My demons, inner strengths and physical battles have guided me through life.'
GG Allin
Chapter Seven
Donatello
Diego's screams echoed through the sewers. Or were they Raphael's screams? Don couldn't be sure. The exhausting ride home had finally come to an end, but Diego was still struggling in their grasp. No one said anything as they fought to keep a hold of Diego; everyone was too scared to speak.
Ideas were racing through Don's head, as he tried to think up a solution, but every idea fell flat. For once in his life, Don didn't know what to do, and that scared him more than anything.
"Let me go!" Diego screamed, thrashing wildly in a desperate struggle to get free. "I'll kill you; I'll kill all of you!"
Leo clenched his jaw, trying to mask the worry that flitted in his eyes. Tightening his hold around Diego, he kept silent and kept his gaze focused on the dark route ahead.
April lead the way with Master Splinter, and Don could tell by the way they walked stiffly, that they were both fighting the urge to remain calm.
Time seemed to stop having meaning to Don as they raced through the sewers. He didn't really remember the journey, let alone how long it took. They could have been down there for hours, or just minutes, Don couldn't be certain.
They finally reached the entrance to lair. Warm light greeted them when they entered, but Don ignored it.
"Quick, take him to the Dojo," Don instructed as he raced towards his lab to find some more rope. Finding what he was looking for, Don returned to the Dojo.
Leo has forced Diego down into a sitting position against the wall, watching him like a hawk would watch its prey. Don crouched down beside Diego, wary of an attack. Thankfully none came.
"Hold him still," he commanded.
Leo and Mikey nodded and held Diego in place as Don re-adjusted the ropes around his bound hands and ankles, making sure they were tight but not tight enough to cut off his circulation. He then adjusted Raphael's mask so that it was still covering Diego's soulless black eyes. He then tied Diego's hands around the length of piping that transacted the wall. Stepping back, he pulled on the ropes, testing the durability.
Getting to his feet, he nodded silently to Leo and Mikey.
They exchanged glances, not sure what to do now that they had Diego secured.
"Come, my sons," Master Splinter rasped. "I believe it would be best if we talked elsewhere."
Don nodded in agreement and followed his brothers out of the room. He looked over his shoulder and felt a shiver of unease run down his spine when he saw Diego grinning back at him.
Don awake to the sound of something breaking. Jerking awake, Don held his breath and scanned the darkness of the room for the culprit. Calming his breathing, Don got out of bed, picking up his Bo-Staff. With quiet footsteps, Don looked out of his room, scanning the living area for any signs of movement. A soft curse broke the silence, and Don whirled to the source. It was coming from the dojo. Gripping his Bo-Staff tighter, Don crept towards the room.
He saw movement in room. Blending in with the shadows, he crept forward and waited for his eyes to adjust to the gloom. He looked around the dojo, and with a start, realised that Diego was no longer there. Empty ropes lay on the floor where he had been tied up.
"Hello, Donnie," a familiar and bone-shilling voice said from behind him.
Don whirled around, his Bo-Staff striking out, but Diego caught the weapon, a smile curling his lips.
"Let's play," he smiled.
But before he could take a step forward, Leo and Mikey appeared behind him. Leo lashed out and knocked Diego to the ground. Mikey move in and pinned his arms down while Leo sat on his legs.
"How did you escape?" Leo demanded.
"Please," Diego said with a roll of his eyes, "you tied me to a pipe. Not exactly rocket science."
Don picked up the frayed rope and narrowed his eyes. "Then we'll just have to think of something else..."
Don sighed quietly and pinched the bridge of his beak. He had a pounding headache, and not even six cups of his strongest coffee could stop his eyes from drooping. He waited in the living room for his brothers and Master Splinter. After the failure of their only hope of saving Raphael, everyone's moods were at an all time low. But Don had called a family meeting out of sheer desperation.
Master Splinter was the first to arrive, and greeted Don warmly as he took his seat, but Don could see the sadness in Master Splinter's eyes, and realised that he was saving face, in hopes that Don would do the same.
Don returned the greeting and waited as Leo and Mikey entered the room. Mikey flopped onto the couch, his face completely devoid of his usual mirth and happiness. Leo remained standing, leaning against the far wall, his face shrouded in shadows.
"The reason I called you all here is because this is our last option," Don began, trying to keep his voice confident. "We have tried everything to save Raphael, but I fear we are running out of time. The only option left to us is to perform an exorcism, but to do that, I need my old book."
"What if it doesn't work anyway?" Mikey muttered dejectedly from his spot on the couch.
"I'm not certain that it will work, but we need to try," Don said. "He's our brother, Mikey, and we'll do anything to help him."
"Don's right," Leo spoke up. "We need to try all our options."
"And if it doesn't work?" Mikey persisted.
"Then we think of something else," Leo said after a moment, but Don could hear the underlying hopelessness in Leo's voice.
"What does this book look like, Donatello?" Master Splinter asked.
"It's very old and very thick," Don explained. The cover is faded brown leather and the pages are fragile and yellow with age. It's hard to miss it."
"Then we split up," Leo said. "We each search all of our rooms, including Raph's."
"And I'll search my lab again," Don added. "We need to search everywhere in every room. I know it is down here somewhere."
"Alright, let's start searching," Leo said.
"Search the lair top to bottom," Don said grimly, because he knew, deep down in his gut, that if they didn't find the book, there would be no other way to help his brother, and he would be lost to them forever.
Author's Notes 2: Not long to go now! Sadly this story isn't as long as the others and will probably be concluded in two more chapters. But, remember to stay tuned for the alternate ending!
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~Cat
