A/N: This is sneak peak of the next story! Watch out for The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo!
Slowly pushing the door open, it fell to the floor. The home, the sanctuary had been ransacked and stripped. Someone had been here before. The dust lingering told him it had been quite a while, but still, something was definitely wrong.
Donatello grimaced, something he now rarely did, at the sight in the living room. Two chairs, facing each other from the opposite sides of the room, were placed very strategically. The chairs, however, were not important. The skeleton remains tied to the chairs and the bones scattered around them were what caught his attention. Gags on the skulls, but the eyes left opened. Knives stuck in their chest...blood stains on the floor. These people had been forced to watch one another die, unable to do anything.
The glint of a wedding band on the smaller form put knots in Don's stomach. The couple that took him in, that treated him so well, had been put through this. Harold and Merry Paulsen- the best people in the world in his book. But that only meant...
Donatello turned to the bedrooms, peaking first into the master, and then the room shared by the girls. And there they were...both Heather and Lynn...huddled close together. They were inseparable, even in death. They were the pinnacle of purity, untouched and unblemished by life. And yet...here they were. Their last moments in each other's arms.
At first glance, one would not assume much except that they had died. But the tarnished carpet told him something else. Their throats had been cut, and they were left to bleed out. This whole act was done with such precision, such intent. This was not for them, but rather someone who knew what they knew. They knew him, and the only other person who had the power to do this was...Oroku Saki. Donatello had threatened, told him what would he would do if he touched them. He did not listen. Now he would pay, and pay most dearly.
A/N: So there you guys go! I hope you enjoy!