Four
Warm Heart, Cold Soul II
Donnie sat in his car across the street from the Gonzales residence. It was around one in the morning. He had done some research using the school's data to figure out their location. He took his binoculars and zoomed in through the window. Mr. Gonzales was passed out on the couch with a beer in his hand. Nothing seemed to be happening. He decided that he had done enough investigating.
That is until he heard a loud noise. Donnie snuck from his car when he saw the father go upstairs. There was a tree that led up to the upper window.
"I might as well get my climbing skills up." As the young teacher crawled up the tree, he settled himself on a branch.
The scene that played out was utterly horrifying. The father struck the son with all the power he could.
"You make me sick! She should've listened to me when I told her to abort you!"
Donnie could feel the blows go through his own body.
"Dad, I'm sorry! I never meant to make you angry!"
His skin was crawling with rage, the dark side of him wanted to leap through the window and beat the father within an inch of his life.
"You make me angry by simply existing!"
It made bile want to rise to his throat. But the burning and quaking of his body negated that function. So he decided that was going to do what any patient man would do: wait.
That's exactly what he did.
He quickly ran back to his car to observe from afar.
He waited…and waited…and waited some more.
He finally saw his chance when Mark's father, came rumbling out the door in a drunken stupor. He was yelling obscenities about his family and how much he hated being there. He slowly exited the car. He left his mask in the car because that would draw too much attention. He had some red food coloring he was previously going to use for a science project.
Donnie decided he was going to play a role in this situation.
He limped over from his car with a very convincing stagger in his movement.
"Oh god, someone please help me. I'm bleeding." He faked a pained voice. There was red all over his face and apron. He caught the attention of his target when the man reluctantly ran over to him.
"What happened to you?" He almost wanted to believe that Mr. Gonzales was actually concerned. He probably was, but Donnie didn't care.
"I got stabbed…on my way…ngh, home. I was mugged for my wallet."
It wasn't a very complex fib, but he bought it nonetheless. Mostly because the man was inebriated.
"Ok, sir. What do you *hic* need?" This man was utterly disgusting, it made his soul aflame with hatred.
"If you could open my passenger door, and get out my first aid kit, I'd really…appreciate it, gah."
"Sure thing."
As soon was the man opened the car door, he felt pressure on his neck. His body fell to the ground like a bag of rocks.
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The man slowly awoke to see that he wasn't in his neighborhood anymore. It was like some twisted lab of some sort. The dark and cold air rushed through his skin, setting him in to full alertness.
"I'm so glad you could join me, Victor." A digitally masked voice spoke to him. It sounded…Asian or something.
"Who the hell are you?! Where am I?!" Victor shook in his chair in a futile attempt to escape.
"All questions, comments, and concerns shall be answered after this brief presentation."
He turned his gaze upwards to see the very same man who he had tried to help, sitting in a chair right across from him. The figure dressed in black was reading a book, which was presumably Edgar Allan Poe.
"Greetings. You know, I've always been curious about the minds of other people. The thoughts that go through their mind as they commit a good deed, such as saving a life. But what about the dark and twisted little creatures, that scurry in the back of the proverbial file cabinet of their psyche? Such as murder or theft…or the abuse of a child. Even the one of your own son." Victor didn't even think it was possible for a person to both convey intrigue and disdain.
"What the fuck are you rantin' on about?! I didn't do any of that!"
"That's odd, you seem to say that but the bruises on your son's legs tell me otherwise."
"How do you know my son, asshole?!"
"That doesn't matter, Victor. Because people like you don't deserve empathy or confirmation. You belong in hell. If you're lucky, I'll make this quick and painless."
Victor spit in his captor's face.
Donnie began to chuckle while waving a finger.
"Your opportunity was just deemed null and void." He cracked his knuckles and neck in unison.
"I swear you're gonna regret this, sick fucker!"
The dim lights flickered on and off, giving the teacher a very demon-like appearance, as his tinted lenses burned a bright red against the empty white of his mask.
"Inform me of something, Victor. Do you know what the Chinese red headed centipede can do when it's inside someone's brain?" Donnie's digital voice took on a demonic tone as he in fact pulled out that very same centipede from the plastic jar.
"No, why?!" Victor shook in his chair like a man possessed, trying to escape. His captor approached closer and closer.
"It's funny…neither do I. I read it in a manga once." A cold hand wrapped a vice like grip around his hair, almost pulling a few hairs out.
"NO! S-STOP!" The father's eyes bulged out of his head as the centipede reached closer to his face.
"Ah ah ah, be a good man and hold still. We wouldn't want your internal checkup having any complications now, do we?"
"PLEASE STOP! AUGGGH!" The centipede was inserted into his ear as he thrashed around in his chains, wailing and screaming in agony. Eventually spittle began to fly from his mouth.
Each shake and rattle of the chains danced in rhythmic succession, almost like a song of torture.
"Scream all you like, Victor. These walls are soundproof."
The teacher raised his hands and copied the motions of an symphonic conductor.
"It's music to my ears, can't you hear it Victor?!"
Donnie removed the centipede from his ear, causing him to violently shiver and convulse.
"Ple-please. I'm sor-sorryy."
"Ahh, you can still speak. I really don't think you've learned your lesson yet." The chains were removed as the captive was moved to a table and strapped down. A burlap sack was tied over his head. The captor's bindings dug into his flesh as he thrashed and shook around. The biting, liquid cold enveloped him, running through his sinuses and drowning his miserable and trembling soul.
This was all done in intervals. The waiting for subzero water to burn down his throat was agonizing. When it did arrive, it was angry gnawing pain, like receiving a horrifying Indian burn.
Donnie untied the man and let him go.
"I think you've had enough, my friend. I'm in a good mood and this your first time offense. So I'm going to do you a favor and let you run free."
"Oh god, I swear I'll never do it again." Victor groveled at his legs, akin to a peasant begging to a king.
"For your sake, I hope you don't. I don't give out second chances, you don't want to end up back here. You tell anyone about what transpired here, you will regret it dearly." Donnie's tone was akin to a scalpel, sharp and precise.
"Oh thank-"
"But just in case you don't forget, I'll think I'll give you a reminder." A sharp kick to the jaw laid him out on his stomach.
The next thing Victor heard was something sizzling. Searing, flaming pain burst throughout his back. He was being branded with a large iron, his throat rough and torn from screaming so strongly.
The symbol on his back was a kanji, which read the term known as:onryo.
Donatello waited at his desk as his students came rolling in. He checked his watch swiftly.
"Good Morning, Donnie-sensei!" Mark greeted politely.
"Ohayōgozaimasu, Mark. How are you doing, this morning?"
"I'm fine, but for some weird reason, my dad woke up on the lawn shaking."
"Oh that's odd, maybe he should seek some mental help."
"The class and I made you something, Donnie-sensei." Mark brightly grinned as he pulled out a mug which read: 'I teach kids, what's your superpower?' in bright purple.
"We noticed your old mug wasn't on your desk, so we just assumed you broke it."
Donnie's heart melted when a shy grin appeared on his face.
"Arigato, class. It brings me great joy to receive this from you." A small tear retreated from his eye.
"Donnie-sensei, when are you gonna use your mad ninja skills and start class?" The student known as Marissa spoke.
It brought a full-fledged laugh from the young teacher. He loved this kids, it was clear he loved them back.
He would do anything to protect them.