A/N: Hello! I would just like to report that attending WonderCon last Saturday truly was THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE! The panel was so amazing, but I also got accepted in a VIP TMNT party and partied with some of the crew! It is a memory I will always hold precious. If you want to see my photos and videos, there and some on my TMNT Instagram ( . ) and a lot more on Facebook (Sarah Ensinger). I can't wait for next year!
On a more serious note, this chapter is when things start to get real, if you may. Some dark content, that may be triggering for people triggered by non-con, is on its way. If you are weary of that stuff, I suggest you don't read the end of the chapter. I tried to make it non-explicit, as this is a T story, but it is very much there. It plays an important part in the storyline. You're warned!
As soon as the violent throbbing in her head began to ease away, the first conscious thought that April had that wasn't screaming in pain was that she needed to get rid of that man.
"April! Are you okay?" Donnie says to her, sitting in front with his hands on her shoulders and his sad brown eyes baring into her own. Raph, Casey, Splinter and Mikey surround her as well, concern written on all of their faces.
"What was that about?" Casey asks, as she attempts to regain herself.
"Sensei, you can't let that man near any of us ever again," she says bluntly, her voice shuddering lightly in fear.
"Why not? The man was perfectly kind and helpful to all of us, was he not?" Splinter says.
"It's just… when I made eye contact with him, there was this weird fizzing in my head, and it automatically started burning. Just by looking at him, I saw so much darkness that it completely overwhelmed me. My head just automatically burst into pain because it couldn't react to absorbing so much evil," April says, taking Donnie's hand to get up.
"I do not believe I understand. A ninja can always catch the vibe of an enemy, and I have felt nothing. It is very disrespectful to dishonor a man who is willingly offering to do so much for our family when he doesn't have to," Splinter responds.
"Master Splinter, you aren't understanding! I don't always get psychic surges, but when I do, it happens for a reason. Being perfectly honest, I don't think I've ever received a blow that strong when I looked at someone's soul, not ever. He has to be up to something! He's deceiving you!" she finishes.
"April, that is enough! I am not flattered by the tone you are using. You will not tear down an innocent man who has promised to help us out of this nightmare and I will not believe negatively of him until malicious actions are proven. I will have him meet Donatello tomorrow and that is not up for debate with anyone," Splinter says.
"Splinter, do you even get what you're saying? It doesn't even take being a psychic to know that guy's a total creep! I got bad vibes the moment I saw him and I know something ain't right about the guy! April is psychic Sensei, she can sense and understand things no one else can. You can't just blow off a psychic! You saw the way her head burst just then!" Raph says.
"That is enough! I will not be insinuated as ignorant by children! I have made a decision and that is the end of it, and just because we have suffered horrible circumstances does not erase the consequence for disrespect in my home!" Splinter says, his frustrated voice cut off by the sound of Leo coming in through the door.
He is wearing that old hoodie again, and has that same lovey look in his eye that was here earlier before the argument faded it away.
The heated gaze of Splinter falls towards his oldest son, who pauses in the doorway when he feels the amber eyes enlocked on him. The rest of the room stays silent, knowing the awful glare is only reserved for a kind of furious existing in their father that no one wanted to see.
"Leonardo," he says, his voice heavy but neutral, "Meet me inside the dojo immediately. The rest of you, get off to bed."
Splinter turns immediately, disappearing behind dojo doors.
Leo's face turns into a slight sulk again, and he slugs agonizingly slowly after his father, ignoring the many pairs of eyes glued onto him.
"Serves him right, running off like a little bitch and ditching the rest of us to fend for ourselves," Raph says, walking casually away from the situation with anger in his eyes, Casey following immediately behind. Shortly after, April and Donnie disappear into the room once more. That leaves Michelangelo, who decides to sit down and await the return of his eldest brother. He didn't know what was going on, but his baby brother senses were telling him that Leo needed some consoling.
Leonardo couldn't deny the nerves that went through his body as he followed into the dojo, seeing his father in meditative position and not yet acknowledging his entrance. He hated when his father was mad in general, but the anger being focused to him might be one of the worst things Leo can possibly endure. Once his father looks down on him as a disappointment, he knows that he has completely fulfilled his role as a complete failure.
"So, you have decided to not only disobey me, but abandon your entire family when your presence was specifically required?" Splinter finally asks, his eyes still shut closed as Leo timidly sits down beside him.
"I'm sorry Sensei…I just couldn't take being in there anymore," he responds, his voice hardly even audible and filled again with anxiousness and vulnerability. As soon as the final word leaves his mouth, Splinter's hand comes immediately across his face, causing Leo to yelp and lose his balance. The boy nervously looks back up, bringing his hand above his mouth where the blood now carefully seeps through his fingertips.
"How dare you say that to me. This family is a responsibility that you must carry and cannot leave at times of inconvenience! I have always raised you to be better than to run away from your problems, much less abandon your responsibilities! What has gotten into you, Leonardo? Why are you behaving so out of character? I understand that was has happened has a great toll on all of us but what exactly has brought on this new surge of disrespect?" Splinter shouts, staring at the tremble in his oldest son's chin.
Just as he takes a moment to examine this unfamiliar hoodie, Splinter is stopped dead in his tracks as a familiar smell hits his nose. A smell that he hadn't been around for over a decade, and one that he thought he would never smell again. Especially on one of his children.
Leo's frown intensifies as he the pressure of the glare burns into his skin, the throbbing of his heart vibrating through his plastron. As soon as the glare of disappointment fades into one of surprise and disbelief, he instantly knew what must have happened. Jesus Christ, he was such an idiot. Mikey, or even the rest of his brothers, would be easy to fool, but there was absolutely no way he could hide from Sensei.
This is it. Life as he knew it was going to be even more gone than it already was.
"Oh…well, that would bring a bit of more explanation to things," Splinter says, and in one swish swipes the hoodie clean off, exposing the love bites and bruises all over Leo's neck and chest. Splinter confirms his beliefs in an assertive growl.
"Father, I'm so sorry, I just was feeling so lost as she was there and I didn't know what to do," Leo starts, an intimidated crack in his voice.
"Who, Leonardo?" he says, leaning over and picking up his son by the shoulder. "Who have you done this with?"
Leonardo did not have a girlfriend, or not that Splinter knew of. That only meant the worst, and he would die before his most promising son brought dishonor.
Leo didn't respond, choking on his own thoughts and beginning to visibly tremble in every inch of his body. For the first time in his life, he was just unable to answer his father.
"Leonardo, I have asked you a question. Who has taken my child's innocence? Who was so dear to you that you have decided to disobey all of the morals and honor I have tried so desperately to raise you with?" he asks, a chilling neutrality to his voice as he lifted his son closer to him.
Leo knew there was no avoiding this. There was no way he could possibly escape this, and he knew lying would only make everything worse. He had to tell the truth, and then accept the consequences for what he has done.
"Karai," he whispers, hardly above a mumble.
"What did you say?" Splinter asks, his tone raising.
"Karai," he says, forcing his tone to be as audible as possible. He wasn't going to tell him that he thinks he loves her. That would only make things worse.
It was swift as the back of the man's end slapped against Leo's face again, a thin dribble of blood dripping from his beak. He leans over Leonardo, rage fulfilling him.
"Are you meaning to tell me that you have been whoring around with the daughter of the man who has not only killed my wife, but has been making our life a living hell for years? The very ones who are trying to kill us and will tear us all apart at any given moment? You have been so much of a fool as to give into lustful needs and in return not only endangering yourself, but our entire family? Am I supposed to believe that we are all now at risk because of your idiotic actions?" Splinter says, and he has never felt more anger at one of his children ever in their lives.
"I'm sorry, D-Dad. I'm so s-sorry," Leo says, not knowing what words could possibly exist that would excuse what he had done. Two lone tears streak down his face, and despite the emotional weakness of being a Father Splinter's anger could not falter.
Splinter is about to smack his son again, but stops midair when the boy only crumples his face in response, tears and blood meeting at his chin. He only moves quickly off of Leonardo and faces the opposite way, trying to conceal the tears that were forming in his own eyes.
"Go, Leonardo. I do not wish to see you. You have dishonored me," he says, forcing the words out as he hears his child immediately gather himself and run out of the room, taking the abused hoodie with him.
Splinter allows his tears to pour as the room again feels with silence, and ever since sixteen years ago, when he was family less and newly mutated, he couldn't recall feeling so lost.
Mikey almost teared up himself as he had listened to the whole thing, sitting just outside the dojo. Damn, this was bad, this was really, really bad. Leo usually moped around for a week tops just from a simple lecture.
"Leo!" Mikey called out, seeing his now sobbing brother zip through the hallway. It doesn't take long for him to catch up with Leo, grabbing hold of his shoulders and throwing him beside him at the edge of the wall.
"Hey buddy, it's okay! I'm here Leo, I'm here," Mikey says, wrapping his small arms tightly around Leo's chest.
"G-Go Away, Mikey," Leo says, trying to break free from his little brother's grasp but too weak to do so.
"No Leo, I'm not going to go away. I heard everything that happened in there. It's okay, I'm here for you," he says, rubbing his fingers along Leo's back.
"I've done some-something really bad. Y-You wouldn't understand. I don't des-deserve you," Leo says.
"I know what you did, Leo. I'm not as much of an idiot as you guys make me out to be. Sometimes people do things they usually wouldn't when they're sad, and that's true for you and Sensei. You could never do anything to make me love you anymore than I always have. C'mon, we've gotta ice your face and then we can get ready for bed. Please, just let me take care of you," Mikey says nuzzling his face against Leo's temple.
Mikey always had something in him, something that made him seem like he was an actual ball of love and light itself. It made you feel safe and comforted and loved, and it was what made Leo break down in his baby brother's arms, allowing Mikey to hold and comfort.
"He hates me…" Leo cries, tucking his face deep into Mikey's shoulder. "Father h-hates me!"
"Shh…no. He would never hate you. He loves you, but sometimes we get mad at people we love. All of us love each other, and nothing is going to change it. I know it Leo, I know it! We've just gotta have patience and love and we could all be a family again!" Mikey says, bringing back his usual large smile of optimism. Everyone was mad, that was it. The only reasons everyone was so mad was because everyone loved each other, and right now was really scary. They were all going to be alright, just like they always are. Mikey would never let anything less pass.
Leo just continues to sob, using all of the sadness that he's ever felt in his life. This week, his greatest fears were coming true. He was a failure. He had first failed his brothers, led his younger brother to suicide. Now, he had failed his entire family name, and had dishonored the only person that he lived to impress. He didn't belong here anymore and his family would never want him here again. Once Mikey grew up and stopped seeing the world from an innocent child's perspective, he would hate him too.
"C'mon Leo. You're still bleeding and we've gotta get that iced up," Mikey says, pulling Leo up with him and holding his arm around his shoulders. Even when Mikey's frame was nearly half the size of Leo's, the older boy leaned into his touch, absorbing the little amount of love that he would ever feel again.
Mikey was gentle as he pressed the ice pack against Leo, alternating it to his beak and his mouth. The blood soon seized and remained on the tissues, tossed quickly to the trash. Mikey rubbed the back of his head in comfort as he tended to Leo's injuries, much like Leo had done to him many times before. It was strange for Leo to have the roles switched, but he had to admit it felt great to lean into Mikey's affectionate gestures.
"Let's go big brother, I think it's time for bed. I'll sleep with you tonight, okay?" Mikey says, taking Leo's hand in his and leading him up to the room. Leo only groans in response, his sight blurry from the tears and allowing himself to take Mikey's lead.
Mikey follows up to Leo's room, taking the hoodie off of his arm and setting in on the side. He prepares the blankets and pushes Leo inside, immediately following after him and shutting off the light.
Slightly to Leo's annoyance, Mikey kicks around to make himself comfortable and messes up all of the blankets. The annoyance immediately disappears when Mikey lays his arm around Leo, snuggling into his neck.
"Goodnight, Leo. I'll love you forever and ever," Mikey says, kissing Leo's cheek and then closing is eyes. He hopes that he made Leo feel a little bit better. After what had happened to Donnie, he would never let one of his brothers be sad ever again.
"Goodnight, baby brother. I love you too," Leo says, his eyes remaining open as Mikey dozes off. Now that his brother is asleep, he wouldn't feel so bad about letting his dark thoughts return back to his head. He sat awake for hours that night, thoughts of his family stormed through his mind.
He wasn't good enough for his father. He was not the son that he was always meant to be. He had tried so hard to be perfect, so hard to be a good boy, and he had failed.
Well, if he wasn't going to be what he had spent so hard trying to be, he might as well start doing the opposite.
X
Donatello didn't keep track of how much had time had passed since he had awoken, but he had spent the entire time sitting upright in his bed, staring at the wall lost in thought. Today was the day he was supposed to see that psychologist. A situation that he didn't trust at all, especially after April's reaction. He would have enough fear at the thought of his mind being invaded in the first place, but this was a whole different twist on the tale.
April and Raphael wanted to talk to Splinter about it again, but their Sensei had not even exited his room this morning. Leo had done the same, although Mikey had come out of his room a few hours ago and said that they were both having a hard time. It wasn't very hard to hear what had gone on last night, yet it seemed Mikey was the only one to be sympathetic. Casey had returned home for a brief while and Donatello had just sat there, wishing he could melt away inside and never return.
Raph was still not on the best terms with him, but it was clear that he was worried about him seeing a psychologist. All of them were, and Mikey seemed minorly guilty to have brought the man in the first place but stood on his argument that they had to take any chances for Donnie to get better.
Donnie is almost startled out of his skin when he hears a knock at the door, some of his nerves calming when he sees that it's only April.
"You doing okay?" she says, pushing in a small tray.
"I'm managing. What's that all about?" he asks, seeing her sit the table in front of them and sitting beside him.
"Well, I thought it would do both of us good if we sit down for a little breakfast. I know it's past noon, but you haven't eaten and Mikey really wanted to make some breakfast," she says, revealing pancakes and eggs with two mugs of coffee.
A small smile grows on Donnie's face. "God, I can't resist Mikey's pancakes."
"Didn't think so," she giggles, putting a plate on his lap. "Do you remember when I was staying here at the lair and I brought some pancake mix that didn't involve worms or algae? I really thought you would eat nothing else ever again."
Donnie chuckled at the memory. "We aren't eating worms and algae ever again, that's for sure. Or remember the time you had come in to brush your teeth with no bra on and we all freaked out?"
April's face scrunches in laughter. "Oh god! You were such little boys!"
"Well what do you expect, we had never even seen a girl much less live with one! It was a scary adjustment, okay?" Donnie laughs with her.
"Or the time Mikey woke up in the middle of the night and decided to run into all of the rooms and start a pillow fight! I thought the veins were gonna pop out of Raph's neck!" April laughs, recalling her best stories of the month and a half that she had lived underground a year and a half ago.
"Boy, he had to get revenge for that one! One moment we are all sleeping, the next we are all in the living room beating the shit out of Mikey with pillows," Donnie smiles in fondness at the memory.
"Okay, but how about the part when a pillow flew in Master Splinter's room," April says, a mischievous glare filling her eyes just like she was reliving the exact night.
"Oh god, I was sure that was going to be the end of the world. We heard him coming out and we all froze in our paths and expected the worst and I will never forget the look on Mikey's face when Sensei hit him with the pillow," Donnie says, a mischievous glare reflecting on him as well, an emotion he hadn't felt in months.
"Those were the good days, man. We should really do that again, you know. Forget all of our problems and just have some giant pillow fight for the entire night, all of us. We could really use that right now," April suggests.
Donnie sighs sadly. "I wish it were that simple. Those days are over, and only because we are all so different. Me and Raph can hardly even stand being in the same room."
"Donnie, don't you start thinking Raph hates you or anything like that. You should've seen how broken he was, how broken we all were, when we thought we were going to lose you. He is only acting hostile because he is still so shaken up and he doesn't know what to do anymore. He loves you, Donnie," April adds, resting a palm on his shoulder.
"I just don't know about anything, April. Things weren't supposed to turn out this way and that's why everything is so messed up," he replies.
"Things were supposed to turn out this way. Without you, none of us would be here. We simply can't survive without you. None of us," she says.
"Let's get to some TV, yeah? No sense in getting your head wrapped in something that you cannot undo," he says, and April abruptly nods in agreement.
"You know what it's time for?" April says with a smirk as she holds the remote to the selection of films.
"I think I do," he replies, returning the excited smirk as April goes straight for their old favorite show. The one they would always watch together, get into together.
"Our Supernatural parties are far overdue, don't you think?" she asks, selecting the episode they left off at and leaning back into Donnie's chest.
"Certainly, I'd say a cup of coffee was far overdue as well. I don't know how I even functioned without this stuff for this long," he says, smiling in bliss as he puts the cup to his lips.
"I knew it would make you smile. Donnie without coffee is clouds without thunder," she says.
"Actually, thunder is the sound coming of a nearing storm, and clouds are only full of precipitation that is not necessarily pouring out of it and therefore not involving a storm- "
"Oh shut up, you big dork," she says, bringing his head to her chest and holding it there as they lay in front of the TV, getting captivated by the series as they had many times before.
Two hours later, Donnie is urgent to play the next episode when April lightly pushes his hand away. "Donnie, it's already 2:45. The psychologist is supposed to be here in fifteen minutes. You might wanna get ready."
Donnie groans, sitting upright off of April. "Get ready to run, more like. I swear, I would rather do about anything in the world rather than see this psychologist." Slight anxiety began to fill his veins, causing his palms to grow sweaty. April notices this, taking his hands in hers and lightly caressing his wrist.
"I know sweetie, I know. I really don't want this either, with that man at least. You've just got to stay strong and pull through, alright? I'll be standing outside the door the whole time so that you can yell for me if anything bad happens. You're going to make it through this," she assures him.
"Yeah, I guess so. It doesn't look like I have much of another choice, do I?" he says, squeezing her hand lightly.
"Why don't we write a few things in your notebook, and you can show the progress that we have been making in our own?" she suggests.
"Yeah, I think that'd be a good thing. We can show I haven't been acting completely unprogressive, right?" he says, reaching for the notebook.
"And you certainly have, Donnie. You are at least trying and you don't understand how proud I am of you for that," she says, rubbing his back as he adds some items to the list.
#9 – Mikey's pancakes
#10 – Old memories
#11 – Watching Netflix
#12 – Warm Coffee
A warm smile grows across April's face, planting a kiss on Donnie's cheek just before there is another knock at the door. Both teens freeze in nerves before it opens automatically, seeing Splinter enter. There is something strange about his vibe, as if he had fifty pounds sinking in on both of his shoulders.
"Donatello, the psychologist is here to see you," he says, the shape of a man behind him showing through the door.
Donnie takes a big gulp and April kisses his temple in response, rubbing his hand affectionately. "You can do this, Donnie. You're going to be okay. You're the best friend in the entire world and I love you."
Donnie nuzzles April back before she reluctantly leaves the room, following Splinter out. In their place, the strange man stands, wearing the same matching fedora and trench coat. Donnie tries not to react to his presence, turning his gaze to the side and leaning as far back as he can.
"Good afternoon, Donatello. It is my greatest pleasure to be seeing you," the man says, pulling a chair and sitting in front of Donnie. Donnie doesn't acknowledge his greeting, continuing to stare off into space.
"Are you not going to respond to me, boy? After I have gone through so much for only the chance to converse with no one other than yourself?" the man says.
"I am not the one that has asked you to come out here and am not obligated to tell you anything. If my little brother or my father like you so much, then you are more than welcome to go talk to them instead," Donnie spits.
"Trust me darling, there will be more than enough time for that later. As of right now, all of the attention is focused on you. Despite your argument, I am afraid that you morally are more than obligated to talk to me. After all of the misfortunate agony that you have cast upon your family, do you not think it would be best for you to give them one ounce of hope?" the psychologist says.
"You know nothing of what goes on between me and my family. You have no right to intrude on business that has absolutely no connection with you," Donnie replies.
"Sweetheart, your darling brothers have brought me into this far before you have. Now, you have no choice but to tell me everything, to confide that I will restore such a complex mind as your own. I know that you are attempting at life for the sake of April, will you not do the same for your family?" he asks.
"Please do not speak of me or my brothers that way, it frankly makes me feel uncomfortable. And how exactly are you aware of anything I do with April?" Donnie asks, beginning to grow confused.
"My sweet Donatello, still so ignorant of the truth. Even with that extravagant mind of yours, mine will always be superior. I know absolutely everything, and I can reach inside that big brain of yours from right where I stand. I have to admit that I am an admirer, such a miraculous psyche must be overwhelming for a boy your age. It is no wonder that you are trying to seek some sort of salvation. Christ, that mind would be quite a joy to tear apart," the psychologist says, his eyes filling with hunger and craving, causing Donnie to lean as far back into the bed corner as possible.
"You don't know what you're talking about. You're just some creepy loon who probably found out some things by talking to the naïve members of my family," Donnie insists.
"Oh really? Does any of your family know that you were already picking a day to try again? Do they know you had a plan to hang yourself sometime next week? Do they know you are so messed up because you feel as if you are the very fault and complication of your loved one's lives and that April enjoys toying you for sport?" The psychologist asks, focusing hard towards Donnie and giving him a small headache.
Donnie stares at him in confusion, growing very unsettled by the way the man says his words.
"I know you, Donatello. I know every cracked tinker of your brain, and every broken thought that is swarming around your soul. Next time we meet; I highly suggest that you do not show me such disrespect. I could expose any thought you have, and you wouldn't be able to do a thing about it. Next time we meet, we will start getting down to business, and you will be my willing patient. I will care for you and you will do nothing to oppose it. You wouldn't want your family members to feel a sadness as great as yours, all do to your decisions. Wouldn't you?" the psychologist finishes.
Donnie says nothing, only holding his glare towards the man and shooting as much anger as he possibly could. "No."
"I anticipate our time together, Donatello. I can assure you that it will be most enthralling for all of us," he says, reaching out to tap Donnie's hand but Donnie immediately pulls his limbs out of the man's touch. The man frowns and taps his fedora as he finally leaves the room, leaving Donnie alone to yell into his pillow in frustration.
"How has it went?" Splinter asks, he and April waiting outside of Donnie's room. To April's dismay, they couldn't hear a thing through the doors but she was almost completely taken over by pain due to this man's presence.
"It went very well. All we did was introductions today, so that Donatello will feel welcome with me. He is a very smart boy, and I know that I can do a lot of improvement for him," the Psychologist smiles.
"You have no idea of the gratitude that would be due to you," Splinter says.
The psychologist stands over and puts both his hands on Splinter's shoulders, causing April to back up with Raph and Mikey soon behind her. "Splinter, I can sense great distress in not only the hearts of your children, but in your heart in itself. There is no pain greater than a parent who is losing their children, and I can assure that first hand. I promise, I will fix all of your children and make sure that your family is okay again. You will never again have to weep over the actions of one of your sons once I am through working my magic."
"Your actions are that of great honor and compassion, and we will do whatever it is possible to help you in return, if we be of any service to you. Request anything and we will be willing to assist," Splinter says, his hazel eyes glossy with gratitude.
"Actually, there is one thing in particular that I love to ask from you. Since I am doing work once more and have not any assistants to help me organize my office, it is very difficult to take care of it all on my own. If you could, would you be willing to send Michelangelo with me after I see Donatello for two hours to help me organize my paper work? I thought he would be the best choice for the job, considering he is the one who found me and so very eager to help," The Psychologist requests, masking the kindest of smiles.
"Why, I'm sure Michelangelo would be willing! Anything we could possibly do to pay for your services. My son?" Splinter looks towards Michelangelo, who tries to hide the growing fear in his big blue eyes.
"Mikey isn't going anywhere with him alone. If he's going, so am I," Raphael responds coldly.
Panic sudden shot through Mikey's head. If he didn't play the way this man wanted him to, he wasn't going to help Donnie.
"No Raphie, it's okay. I'll have my nunchucks with me and I will be fine, I promise! I'd love to help!" Mikey replies, pushing fake enthusiasm.
"Master Splinter, you can't possibly be allowing this!" Raph shouts, both he and April filling with worry and protectively standing around Michelangelo.
"Raphael, how dare you show disrespect to the man who is helping us. Michelangelo has agreed and I have agreed, and you have the right to no input in the conversation. Now, I would like you to let this kind man and your younger brother to be on their way, so that he will be back by dinner time," Master Splinter replies.
"Splinter, you're blinded! You're not acting like usual because you're so caught up with everything that's been happening! Mikey could get killed because you aren't having any sense!" Raph shouts, only to catch an immediate slap on the cheek.
"I will not hear another word out of you!" Splinter shouts, turning away from Raphael and towards the psychologist. "I entrust you the safety of my son. Michelangelo, I am proud of you for what you are doing. I will be waiting for you by dinner time."
"Alright, bye guys. Love you!" Mikey tries to show the usual positivity he would have, but can't help the trembling fear in his voice.
As soon as he turns to leave, April and Raph begin to follow. In frustration, the psychologist turns around and stares directly at April, causing her to faint on the spot.
"April!" Raph shouts, catching her and glaring towards the man who was walking away.
"April!" Mikey starts, only to be yanked harshly away from his home.
"We do not have time to play with your friends anymore, sweetheart. I am your only friend to play with now, remember?" the psychologist says, holding Mikey's hand and running along with him towards his own home.
Mikey is brought to a small, dark shack on the other side of town, a side that they only went to catch the deadliest of criminals.
"Why are you so afraid, my darling? Although I have to admit your eyes are absolutely irresistible when they are filled with fear," he says, sending chills down Mikey's spine.
"W-well, what exactly did you want to do? Are we really going to go through papers?" Mikey asks, hesitant to enter the small house but then immediately yanked inside.
"Of course not, baby. We are going to play the way I like to play, do you understand?" he says, pulling Mikey to a large bed in the center of the room. Mikey gasps as he takes in the surroundings, seeing a large wall filled with photos of kids his age. All of them in very disturbing situations, situations that Mikey didn't even quite understand.
Mikey's eyes filled with tears as he looked at the photograph, trembling violently when the man returned from the closet with a small amount of supplies in hand.
"Why are you crying? We are going to play a game! I know how much you love games, Michelangelo! Don't you think my toys look exciting?" he says, setting things down as his large cold hand presses against Mikey's chest, holding him in place.
"I don't like this kind of game. I'm scared, and I want to go home," Mikey says, wishing he could jump into the warm arms of his father or an older brother.
"But Mikey, did you not say you would do anything to save Donnie? How would you feel when your brother dies because you wouldn't be brave enough to play a game with me? I promise you, you wouldn't be daddy's good boy anymore. Would you really kill your own brother?" he says, rubbing his fingers along Mikey's cheek.
"NO! You have to save Donnie, you have to," he says, nearing full on sobs.
"Well, the decision is all up to you, angel. Are you going to let me play with you?" he asks.
Mikey takes a deep breath, trying to stop the tears from flowing. He has to help Donnie. He has to save his brother.
"Yes, I will let you play with me," he says, feeling disgust with himself as soon as the words leave his mouth.
Almost instantly afterwards the man presses his lips on his, rubbing his hands up Michelangelo's sides. Mikey instinctively pushes him away, causing him to fall off of the bed.
"Wh-why did you do that?" Mikey cries, wanting so badly just to be up this creep and run as far away as he could.
"Michelangelo, how could you do this to me…I thought we had a deal," he whispers, and Mikey's eyes fill with fear when he sees the shiny metal bat. Before he can even react, the bat crushes straight into his right leg, causing him to scream in pain.
"I didn't want to hurt you…but you didn't listen to me. Why would I want to bruise such a beautiful little face?" he says, cupping Mikey's shuddering chin before pounding a fist onto his face. After that, he just kept beating the small boy repetively, until Mikey was too weak to do anything on his own.
Mikey didn't really know what was happening afterwards, only that he felt pain everywhere and that he felt hands touching him that didn't feel right. He felt being touched in the place that he had never been touched before, and he had screamed again. Every time he would scream, the man would giggle, and he was getting sick to his stomach.
The only thing he could remember after that was begging for the man not to do this, if this could be enough playing for the day. Yet all of his pleads were ignored, replaced by touches or punches and finally, the greatest pain he had ever felt in his life shot through his lower body region.
Mikey didn't remember anything after that, for after a very loud scream he had passed out immediately from the pain. Now, here he was, waking up in the same dark bed, laying in his own blood. Mikey had never felt more disgusting, not only racked by physical agony but a large sheet of filth that he could not shake off. As soon as he looked down, he saw that the largest source of his pain was not only from his leg, which was bent in a weird way. It was coming from the bottom of his shell, where the pain was throbbing immensely and a long river of blood was flowing out. Mikey turned around and pressed his hand over his mouth, more tears streaming down his cheek, when he realized what had been done. Something he had only seen on Criminal Minds. Something he never would imagine would happen to him.
The only next thing he remembered was sobbing his heart out, the most he had ever done in his life, wishing that somehow the man would come back and kill him. Yet there he was, beaten and violated, bringing his family nothing but shame.
"Anything for Donnie," he whispers to himself over and over again, "I've gotta make Donnie better." The sentence is repeated over and over as he falls asleep again, hoping that somehow he would never wake up.
A/N: Yes, I know, I am on my way to hell now. My poor baby will suffer a bit before he gets his justice. But his arc and what happens to him is very much importan