TMNT - Unexpected Mother-Part 7.5 (Leatherhead POV Part B)

Note: This is taking place between when April left the Lair to get groceries and when the foot captured her. This is Leatherhead's POV for it is a chapter on it own; there are two parts A and B, your reading B)


The sewers were dark and cold as Leatherhead pulled his makeshift jacket that April put together for him, for the winter weather, though he never really ventures outside to experience this cold, he was more than grateful for her doing that for him.

The thought of her on his mind made him race faster through the winding sewers he wasn't ready to surface yet, not until he got closer to his destination, who knows, how many foot are prowling in the shadows.

There in the distance was the ladder he was looking for, taking a breath; he ventured up into the icy cold embrace, as the wind swirled scattering snowflakes against his skin and coat.

Shivering, he pushed the discomfort to the back of his mind; he couldn't let such meaningless things like the cold to hinder his pursuit into finding her.

Placing the manhole cover back, he looked around, thing were still, not a soul was about, being a late at night and cold not many people tend to venture around.

The car lot had a couple cars in it, maybe some employee of the store that April visited last, getting some work done before the day's end, or someone just left their vehicle.

Searching he found it, April's car, walking towards it, he stepped into something slippery, taking a closer look, to his horror it was blood, and he recognized its aroma all to well, it smelled like April.

He examined the area, as he could sort of make out what happened, closing his eyes, he ram his fist into the trunk in frustration, this was his only lead, other then Karai, he was hoping to find something to help him.

But the foot didn't leave any such thing… then in the mist of his anger as something tugged at him, grabbing him by the throat.

There it triggered everything, as his wild side went into overdrive.

The blood, they were careless to leave it behind, he inhaled deeply as something he never experiences came over him, terrified he jolted back ramming into a car behind him, making it go off.

Staring at the blood, sweat started to drip down his face, as he shielded his face with his hand, what was wrong with him, what was it that he experience just then?

He wasn't a wild beast, he was as normal that an alligator could be compared to a human, he was intelligent, caring, all the feelings and emotions of any human.

Yet that feeling, that urge, tried to cloud his mind, sweep him up, her scent, her blood was alike an invisible line that tried to lead him away…

He was aware that dogs can track down scents in this manner, he couldn't, could he?

Was that what he was doing, could he follow it, letting all his primitive urges take the wheel bringing him closer to her?

The true question is, if he dares, if he let it, could he come back from it? Will it consume him? Would he really save April, or do something he would regret?

Confused, he slammed his fist into the beeping car, that was getting on his nerves, he had to save her, he can't trust Karai, he couldn't afford in putting April in more danger.

Roaring at the top of his lungs, he slumped to the ground, breathing heavily, as his heart felt it would just jump out of his chest.

What was he to do, he can't just leave her, with tears soaked eyes, he viewed at his hands, was he to allow himself to be a wild beast, this was Bishop's fault, that Leatherhead knew for sure, he never had these issues until that human got his hands on him.

Grinding his teeth, Leatherhead's eyes slit, looking more aggressive, primitive as he growled, letting his fears go, letting his instincts take the course they longed to take, he sniffed her blood.

The blood, pure, sweet, the aroma filled his nostril as they flared, like there was something pulling him, he followed without question, rushing forward.


Leatherhead felt light headed as he leaned against a brick wall that overlooked the bay, the air was colder and water soothed his soul as he slumped to the ground.

Reaching into his memories, Leatherhead tried his hardest to remember what happened as he looked down at his hands that were covered in blood.

What did he do, where was he really? The only clear memory was the car lot other than that blank.

Looking about he couldn't see the source of the blood, but where he was, did make him shiver though.

He could be here, could he?

Viewing over towards a building that seemed to be a warehouse, Leatherhead knew better than that, as he recognized it.

Why was he here, was his anger towards Bishop really that great, that it made him come to the place where he was kept, caged and experimented on?

Then it hit him, the aroma, her blood it was lingering, yet he couldn't see it, yet he knew she was close, shaking his head he got to his feet.

Did he really let himself be consumed by his darkness? If so how did he regain his formal self, better yet how he could smell April so clearly, without the animalistic part of him wanting to come out and play.

He hasn't got some hold over it, did he?

"Leatherhead this isn't the time to theorize, she needs your help," he told himself, pushing his questions to the back of his mind, where they couldn't do any damage.

As he was fully aware she was there and he had to save her, yet wasn't Bishop lab destroyed by the turtles long ago, unless someone fixed it up again, he doubt it was Bishop for the foot wouldn't work with a man like that.

Finding his way down to the waters, he knew there use to be a way in from the waterway, with luck, whoever did take over the old base, fixed that part up too, for the life of him he couldn't see another entrance.

Placing his coat somewhere out of sight, he gulped as he started regretting his part, the wind was cold enough; the water wasn't going to be any warmer, as he could see some of it frozen near the sides that pressed against the brick walls.

Taking a deep breath, he dove, the shock to the system took him a couple seconds to recover as he became disoriented; shaking out of it he swam towards the use to be entrance.

He was in luck, for the entrance was open, making his way in he surface beside a sub that sat in the water, he could see the docks, yet the place was silent and he couldn't see even a foot soldier, was this place really occupied or was his body playing tricks on him?

Swimming to a dock, he jumped up as the cold water dripped to the floor, he shivered, not for the area was cold, for he could feel the heat from some near by vents, but on the fact the water started to get to him as he rushed towards a vent.

Shaking, he tried to warm himself up as quickly as he could, no good will come to him, if someone could hear his teeth chattering a mile away.

Suddenly some voices came from the other side of the room, emerging from some doors; it was a couple foot soldiers, luckily they didn't notice him.

Laying low he waited for them to make their leave.

There was his answer, if the foot took over the formal base, they did, was April really here, if so why?

To many questions, and no way to find out, all he could do was find her, sniffing the air, he could still smell her, but she seemed closer, as he took his time going towards the door the two foot came from.

Opening the door flashbacks of this place invaded his mind, it looked almost the same except for the new paint job and something seemed to be fixed up.

What laid beyond the door was a long hallway, seeing no other way around it, he had to walk down it, not like he had the luxury to use the air vents for he would probably get stuck in seconds.

As he pressed forward, he became wary, he didn't have the skills to do this right like the guys and there was nothing he could use to his advantage to hide if someone did showed up.

It was only a matter of seconds he would walk into someone and have no choice to fight.

Yet, to his surprise he didn't have such issues, either the foot were over confident not having anyone around to protect the base, or they truly thought no one would find this place, or it could be they were all waiting with Karai for the turtles to show up.

Not being that long of a shot, he couldn't complain, he preferred this, then have blood on his hands, though he did, wondered what he did to get the other blood on his hands.

As he turned down a corner Leatherhead's heart leaped to his throat, as a wall of the aroma of April's blood hit him hard, his face went white, the smell was so strong it was overwhelming he had to lean against the wall for support.

Why was it so strong, why was it so potent, why did he get this horrifying twisting feeling in the pit of his stomach?

Then he heard something he never wanted too, something that broke him into two, she was screaming, April was screaming like nothing he has ever heard from her, it was so horrifying he almost lost his balance.

Frantically he ran forward, towards it, as her screams became deafening, and her blood aroma became thicker, his heart raced out of control as a spark of anger boiled within.

Reaching a door, his heart stopped altogether, shock he stared, unable to process what he was witnessing.

There in a room full of monitors and equipment, was a metal slab in the center, on that slab was April strapped down, as he could see her chest was opened up and Stockman was leaning towards her using tools to gather samples or whatever he was doing, it was disturbing either way.

The blood was so thick, Leatherhead tried everything not to gag, he could see the blood all over the ground and tools, like Stockman didn't care, the rage inside of him burst.

As he cried out a battle cry, rushing towards Stockman that just suddenly notice Leatherhead, but couldn't do a thing before Leatherhead picked him up throwing him across the room.

Growling Leatherhead eyed Stockman, his pray, "How dare you hurt her!"

Before Stockman could answer, Leatherhead was upon him, placing his hand over his head, lifting him into the air.

Stockman hung there as cries tried to escape through the cracks of Leatherheads hand, "Why were you hurting her! You never gave her anything for the pain didn't YOU! You tortured her! You sick son of a bitch."

Not letting Stockman to defend himself Leatherhead slammed Stockman's head into the ground hard, then with his tail, he thrashed it against Stockman's human weak body, as Leatherhead could hear bones breaking as the man screamed in horror and pain.

Again and again Leatherhead pounded his tail against the stupid human, over and over he did not stop until he couldn't hear even a whisper out of Stockman.

Disgusted Leatherhead spit on him, turning around going towards April, she laid there with her eyes open, hollow, full of pain, confused, she wasn't responsive.

Quickly Leatherhead looked around to find something to knock her out, as he found such medicine, he injected it into her veins as she gasped in relief, closing her eyes.

Looking at her, Leatherhead breathe deeply, it was like he was in some horror picture, grabbing a towel he wiped his hands, as he looked at what he needed to do before he could even consider getting her out of this horrible place.

Her chest was wide open, with clamps to pull back her ribs.

Firstly, he made sure her organs were in check and nothing seemed to be cut or severed, he took the clamps off, slowly breathing through his mouth, he patch her back up, taking note all her injuries into account, as he finished stitching her up.

Scrambling around, he found more meds he could use to relieve her pain, placing them into a makeshift bag out of cloth; he tied it to his belt.

Before he picked April up, Leatherhead looked over towards the computers, he wondered if they would go so far in installing some kind of self-destruct program, this placed housed to many horrors and horrific acts of men's greed for power, to let it stand any longer.

As he came up lucky, the foot did add one, setting it giving himself enough time to escape, he destroyed the console with his fist so no one can stop it.

He turned around grabbing April only noticing something stirring in the corner of his eye, viewing over he saw Stockman move, he was still alive?!

Leatherhead, narrowed his eyes picking up April lightly, so not to disturb her stitches, bringing her away from the slab he put her down on the floor gently.

Then he did something he shouldn't, but at this moment he didn't care, grabbing Stockman, he shoved the broken man onto the slab strapping him in.

"Please… help…. meeee," Stockman's eyes were hollow staring at Leatherhead pleading him to show mercy.

Grinding his teeth Leatherhead leaned in, "As the famous words of Raphael… FUCK YOU."

Leatherhead walked away, picking up April again, as he could feel her, pressing against his warm body, as he left the room Leatherhead took a pole with him.

Outside the room he turned around, bending the pole around the handle making it impossible for anyone to save Stockman, this was going to be his grave and Leatherhead felt no guilt towards it.

He walked towards the dock, no Foot that did come into view dared to approach him, noticing the blood that covered him and the aggressive animalistic glow in his eyes, they wanted to live, as they let him be, making their own escape from the base.

Reaching the dock, the sub was still there, taking it, he left the cursive base.

Out of range, the base exploded, the shock wave hit the sub, but it didn't take any damage as Leatherhead drove it away from that area, surfacing near an area, he knew was some manholes.

He couldn't risk taking the sub to the lair, in case it was bugged, taking to the sewers he rushed, pressing April against him, giving her all his heat, he had no jacket and she was only wearing a gown.

Biting his lips, he ran faster than he has ever done, as his heart pumped heavily, sweat covered his body, that chilled his body more.

Reaching the lair, he didn't stop as he ran up the stairs to her room, to place her onto her bed, covering her with heavy blankets, yet to his dismay her body was cold, too cold.

Quickly he got into her bed, under the blankets pressing her body against his, hoping this would work, as he could feel his own body start to warm up and his chattering teeth stopped.

Gently he brushed her cheek as he took into account that she was warm, relieved he figured to stay in that position for a while longer, to make sure.


Days passed as Leatherhead played with the boys downstairs, after he brought April home and set her up in her room, he took the boys out of the chamber.

He of course double check to make sure they were ok, and they were fine.

When he knew April was stable, he did make one trip out of the lair with the boys using the battle shell, he felt guilty putting the boys back in the chamber, and he couldn't go another day without the groceries that April originally went for.

The boys loved the new toys, which was a relief that she bought them, considering when he had them all in car seats they started to fuss, and the plush turtles were the only thing that distracted them.

Sitting on the floor Leatherhead wondered if April would ever wake up, then a scream came from above as his heart stopped, she sounded in distress!


(After April Wakes up)

Sitting on the floor beside the bed, Leatherhead let April have her time with the boys, as he breathe deeply, before he started to explain to her what happened.

As he told his story, he left out some parts, mainly the one where he took Stockman and strapped him down in a building he set to self-destruct. He did mention he did kill Stockman in rage, ashamed of his action on the fact he worried what April would think of him, he lay his head low.

Suddenly April placed her hand on his cheek, giving him a sweet smile, "Leatherhead, thank you."

Looking into her eyes, Leatherhead's heart melted, as his tears that he has been fighting back came out, as he gently hugged her, while she stroked his head.

"I'm sorry April you should have never gone through that. I was so afraid of losing you… I promise to protect you and them; I promise no one will ever hurt you again!" Leatherhead cried, wondering what he ever did to deserve her kindness, her forgiveness and to be part of this family.