So, mom's allowed me a moment at Zehrs to publish this. So, it was a long weekend, so I'll be at the trailer one more day. Still, that mens I'll have to publish two tomorrow. This is why I hate the trailer.
Guest: Donnie is going to mutant Bradford and Xever Yes! - Mikey : Can I touch the bomb ? - Donnie : No ! - Karai : For the record I don't security ship you and April - Donnie : Okay ... - Xever : She security writes fanficion about you and April - Karai : Xever I'm gonna kill you ! (runs after him with a chainsaw) - Donnie : Have fun Xever !
Me: OH, you guys and your chainsaws. Don't worry, Karai. Xever will be suffering soon enough.
JamesBondfan007: The Shredder actually coming to his children rescue? He actually does care!
Me: I know, I loved that part!
CC: Shredder: you all deserve to be rewarded - Mikey: I want an Kitten! - Shredder: What? why? - Mikey : Because I like Kittens ! - Shredder : How about I get you a Lion instead - Mikey : (looks scared) - Shredder : Fine I'll get you the Damn cat - Karai : I want permission to kill Bradford - Shredder : That's over kill but I'll let you decide his punishment - Mikey : (grins and whispers in Karai's ear) - Karai : But Mikey he's not afraid of the dark - Mikey : (puppy dog eyes) - Karai : Fine but I'm putting knives into that punishment - Leo: (Thinks in head) Don't ask for space heroes don't ask for space heroes ! (Out loud) Pizza ! Oh dang it ! - Shredder : Why ? - Raph: To be leader (Smirks) - Shredder : Now your just pushing it !
Me: Soon, my loyal followers, I shall have all these amazing reviews made into comics. For the fanfiction!
Guest 1: Mad scientist Donnie returns! And I know what's coming next... Bradford and Xever are gonna wish they would've died of the bomb was an actual bomb. But wow nice to see how you handel this chapter. Good job. Can't wait for the next update.
Me: Yes! Revenge of Dr Don! And, thank you so much, I love all your praise. It's really helping me get over losing everything.
Misfit: Whoa great job Shredder ! Father of the year for letting your physco son keep the BOMB THAT COULD OF MUTANTED NEW YORK ! Really Mikey got to be the only one that has not changed. He's still funny, cute, and sweet. Karai must of protected him from Shredder to make sure he was still himself.
Me: That's probably what happened with Mikey. I mean, little brother must stay innocent at all costs. And he's not really keeping the bomb, but he gets the mutagen that was inside. Of course, that could cause enough destruction by itself.
Upon return to the lair, one single thing was asked. "What happened with Bradford and Xever."
Donnie chuckled bitterly, casting a glance at the humans. Oh, he'd have a lot to say about that. He explained it all, how Xever had been too impatient to wait on him and had put them all in danger because he thought he could do better.
Shredder raised an eyebrow. "And what of Bradford?"
This time it was Raph who spoke, just as bitter as Donnie. When they'd been surrounded, Bradford had pushed him to the Kraang, like a coward.
Shredder's eyes narrowed. Silent, he stood from his throne. His clanking footsteps echoed down the dais. His children parted, allowing him through to observe the humans who were slowly becoming more aware of their surroundings.
Shredder stood over them, pondering silently. "Perhaps there is a suitable punishment..." he said, musing over small ideas. "Some light torture, perhaps?"
But Raph and Donnie exchanged a look. They had the perfect idea.
"I could..." Donnie began, a little hesitant at suggesting this so bluntly. "I could use them in my experiments."
The humans, though still out-of-it, visibly stiffened at his words. Shredder took note of this. "I believe that sounds suitable." He motioned to the Foot soldiers, who began dragging them away, down to Donnie's lab of horrors.
Leo crossed his arms loosely. "Never thought I'd feel bad for those guys."
Raph shrugged. "And I still never will." He looked to Donnie with a predatory smile. "Make them suffer."
Donnie couldn't help a smile of his own as he followed the Foot out of the room. "With pleasure."
Donnie propped his head on his fist, observing the unconscious humans as they slowly became more aware. Their bodies shivered upon the tables, Bradford on the original and Xever on the one he'd had newly installed. It had been a good decision.
Donnie had pulled on a lab coat while the Foot ninja had restrained the humans. Shackles held them bound at every joint in every limb, ankles, wrists, knees, elbows, shoulders, waist, even neck. Completely immobilized. Completely helpless.
On the way, they'd woken enough to struggle, but the ninjas had rendered them unconscious efficiently enough to prevent their struggles. Donnie had decided, for no reason, to wait until they woke before they began. But there was a reason.
He wanted them aware of what was about to happen to them. He wanted them aware of how helpless they were. He wanted them to know they were at his mercy, that there was no escape. He wanted them to know fear.
The moment he'd begun fantasizing his revenge, some strange instinct seemed to kick in. A sadistic need. He wanted to see them squirm, hear them beg and scream. He wanted to watch their bodies slowly, agonizingly morph from human to monster, to hear every bit of pain it brought them. It was a psychopathic need, one fueled by nearly half a year of hate. He needed them to suffer.
Slowly, surely, they woke. Bradford was the first to open his eyes. His eyes wandered groggily from the ceiling to the restraints that held him. Suddenly, he was awake, struggling, as was Xever. But it was futile. There was no escape.
Donnie stood with a psychotic smile. "Good, you're awake."
Bradford's eyes snapped to him with disbelief. "Donatello?!" He blanched, shock written on his face. "L-let us out of here!"
Donnie chuckled, moving between their tables slowly, trailing his fingers lightly along the edges of each slab of metal. "No can do." He said, stopping at their feet. He turned to look down upon them both. "You are in my care now." He shrugged lightly. "Serves you right after nearly killing us all."
Sweat trailed down their faces. Their limbs fidgeted and twisted. Both scared, but Donnie saw the difference between them. Xever's fear fueled anger. Bradford only seemed desperate to escape. He was a coward, after all.
"What are you gonna do to us?" Xever demanded.
Donnie leaned an arm on the edge of one table. "You're gonna help me test out my new mutagen."
Bradford blinked. "M-mutagen...?"
Donnie smirked, leaning forward. "Yes. I wonder what you'll turn into..."
Xever glared daggers of hate. "Let us out of here or else I'll-"
"Please!" Bradford interrupted, but it was clear that the word hurt him far more than the mutagen would. "Don't do this, Donatello. You're better than this."
Donnie laughed, stepping forward slightly. "Am I?"
Bradford could only shiver.
Donnie put a finger to the corner of his mouth in thought. "You know," He began. "The interesting thing about mutagen is that you sometimes turn into a hybrid of the last plant or animal you touched."
He walked around the table to Bradford's side. He noted the wrappings on his hand, covering what were clearly bite marks from a dog. "From Hachiko, I presume."
He walked around to Xever's side to examine him. Though he had no visible indications or marks on him, his breath said everything Donnie needed to know. "Had sushi for lunch, I see." He leaned down towards the Brazillian's face. "Did you handle the fish?"
Suddenly, a blob of saliva smacked into Donatello's face, hitting him square between the eyes. Donnie reached up a hand to wipe it away with minor annoyance. "Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this."
He straightened up, heading towards his desk where he kept both the mutagen and syringes. Carefully, he loaded the glowing liquid into each one before recapping the canister.
"Donatello!" Bradford called out desperately. "You don't have to do this!"
Donnie laughed, picking up the syringes. He turned towards his captives with a maniacal gleam in his eyes. "Oh, don't I?"
He stepped closer, slowly bringing himself between the tables, holding up the syringes all the while. "You threw my brother into a closet. You drugged our food and kicked our shells in front of our father. You mocked my prized weapon, and you almost got us blown up." Donnie's lips were stretched in a mirthless smile. "You deserve this."
Bradford visibly flinched at every sin listed. "We're sorry. But does all that really justify this?!"
Donnie scoffed. "Sorry? It's too late for apologies." He whispered, positioning the syringe over their arms. "Your fate is set in stone."
The panic grew on their faces. They twitched, but the restraints held fast. It was useless. They were his.
"This may hurt a little bit."
The Revenge of Dr. Don is at hand!