WARNING;
Graphic descriptions of horrible crimes!
Do not read on if you are squeamish or unsuited to rad such terrible, descriptive depictions of macabre violence of the highest degree.
You have hereby been warned. Read at your own risk.
And here you go; another chapter! xD
Dont ask me how i found the time, but my muse have been going wild lately and i had to write this chapter quickly:3
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2012 – universe:
Leo was sitting on the couch; it was one of those rare occasions he left the dojo by his own free will to do anything else than eat and patrol. He turned down the TV, flipping through the channels, not finding anything of interest. He decided to settle for the evening news, and let the tv be background noise to his own thoughts. He sat there, desperately trying not to think of his father. The anniversary of his passing was coming up in a few weeks, and Leo was just as unable to deal with it constructively as he was every year. He was so thankful for April showing up time after time again, taking care of all the ceremonial preparations; god knows none of them could do it.
He knew his brothers were as affected as he was, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was the only one unable to move on. He thought about talking about it with his brothers, but he was worried he would ruin someone's process by showing his own raw emotion.
His assigned role as their sensei was all he had ever wanted, but it came at such a great price that he had difficulty appreciating it. He had never known how much strength it took, just to be the one responsible for his clan, his brothers. He respected Master Splinter even more for it, if such a thing was even possible.
Karai used to be an outlet, but now that she was so busy with her Foot clan, it was difficult to find time to spend with anyone else than her minions. He knew that she too, had a hard time with splinters death, but given her life's many trials, she was hardened in a way that Leo couldn't even begin to grasp. He felt like he was made of fine china whenever he was around her.
And at the same time, she made him think of leaving everything behind. She had always had that strange effect on him, making him feel free in a way he didn't even know he was craving. He actually considered leaving, and go somewhere far away on some kind of spiritual journey. Maybe south America was an option, he thought to himself, only half-way joking.
Sighing deeply, Leo leaned forward resting his arms and folding his hands as he tried focusing on the screen in front of him. Those thoughts were not good for anything.
They were scheduled to go on their evening patrol soon, and to be honest, Leo was looking forward to it like never before. It was a chance to get out and forget, if only for a little while. He was getting restless, waiting for the others to gather, and tried focusing on the news again. Maybe it was something useful on, prior to their patrol.
It was the usual blabber about wall-street and politics, and he was spacing out again when he suddenly heard something that caught his attention; a girl, red-headed, with curls that bounced as she moved frantically, full of freckles and with a bandage on her head, had appeared on screen. She gesticulated wildly, her eyes the size of saucers, and her mouth going nonstop. What was interesting however, was that she was describing how a tall, green monster had attacked her on the street and left her bleeding on the sidewalk.
Leo could barely believe his own ears, and yelled in an unusually angry tone, directed at anyone withing hearing range; "Guys! Get in here, now!"
2012- universe (a few days later):
Don was pleased with his handywork; he had collected quite a bit of blood, almost filling up an entire milk jug when he decided to be done for the night.
He checked for any remaining signs of life, and it didn't really surprise him when he found her lifeless. He removed the plastic bags he had duct taped on each of her arms, to collect the blood as she was bleeding out. She had been quite the fighter, he had to admit, but she was no match for him; even the biggest of men couldn't really compete with him in either physical strength or endurance, and those traits sure came in handy when you needed to kill someone.
As he suspected, the long slits he had made in each of her arms had stopped bleeding violently, and there was not much left to come for. She had turned pale, almost white, probably due to the lack of blood in her body. Her bright blue eyes were glassed over, staring blindly into the night, and her fiery red hair was matted from blood and sweat. He did feel a tab bit responsible for her not looking her best at her deathbed, and tried making somewhat up for it by cleaning her face off with a wet rag, and adjusting her clothing a little where it had torn and ripped.
He put her back down on the concrete roof, almost gently this time, before he pulled out his naginata and tore her torso open in one clean cut. He then leaned down, and broke a few of her ribs to gain access; he pulled out a most of her intestines, leaving them scattered around her small body, almost artistic in his precise placement of each one.
He gathered all his supplies in a duffel bag he stole from Donnie's room earlier that night, and made sure to leave it a bit tainted from the carnage he had caused.
Not that it was hard, given how he himself was covered in blood and other unrecognizable body fluids.
When he was done cleaning up, as much as he could with only a rag to work with, he took in the final result of his performance tonight; he had to say, he was pleased with his work. She looked almost peaceful, and if wasn't for the fact that she was missing most of the contents of her upper body, she could have been lying there stargazing.
He then suddenly remembered something crucial to his plan; taking out a small knife from his belt, he made his way over to the girl, and cut a small piece of blood-stained fabric from her yellow, patterned summer dress.
That should do it.
2012 – universe (a week or so later):
Mikey was looking through the huge pile of stuff on the floor a third time around as he muttered angrily to himself. Where on earth was it?! He knew he had thrown the communicator in this pile somewhere, and he could only see one reason for why it wasn't there.
Rarely seen anger came over him, and he stomped out of his room to find Raph splayed out on the couch in the den. "Where is my communicator? Have you forgotten to give it back, after last time you talked to Mona Lisa?"
Raph turned to him, his eyes still not leaving the screen; "I put it back. You have probably lost it somewhere yourself." He said, matter-of-factly, making sure that he didn't sound too invested.
Mikey crossed his arms and frowned; "No way! You had it last." Raph didn't even answer and half-heartedly waved at him to leave. Mikey yelled out in frustration and stomped away. Dumbass, he thought to himself. He needs that to talk to Renet, and he hadn't seen her in ages; Raph had no respect for other people's things. Just because he had a girlfriend in space, it didn't mean that he got to use Mikey's communicator whenever he felt like it.
Mikey was upset, as he had been looking forward to talking with her. He knew she was very busy with her job as a time mistress, but he really missed seeing her more often. She was quickly moving up the ranks at the time ministry, and had less time for him as a result. When he thought about it, they probably hadn't spoken in a few weeks by now.
Mikey knocked on the door to the dojo rather loudly. He knew Leo was in there meditating, but he needed his help dealing with Raph. And honestly, after he lashed out on them all for something, they were pretty sure the two new mutants they had encountered was responsible for, he needed to at least try getting back on everyone's good side.
Leo opened the sliding door, a tired look on his face; "What is it Mikey?"
Mikey frowned again; "Raph lost my communicator and refuses to tell me where."
Leo groaned, and pushed past him to make his way over to the sofa where Raph still was, splayed out in front of the tv like he didn't have a care in the world. Now he was joined by Casey, who was also intently following the game on screen.
Clearing his voice to make himself noticed, Leo looked sternly in Raph's direction; "Where is Mikey's communicator?"
Raph sat up in the sofa, now seemingly annoyed enough to give them his full attention; "I didn't take it alright?! The last time I saw it, it was on a shelf in your room, where I put it after I used it to talk to Mona. Ok?!" He said, angry at the accusations he didn't feel like he deserved getting thrown at him.
Mikey blew a raspberry at him from behind Leo's shoulder, as Leo tried to be the voice of reason; "Ok, lets all try to be civil…" Casey interrupted him before he got to finish his sentence; "Yo; can we get going? Those mutants are apparently out there scaring the crap out of people, we can't just sit here doin' nothing! It hurts the mutant-cause" He exclaimed, clearly having enough of the fighting.
Raph laughed a little at Casey's outburst, and the anger seemingly disappeared as fast as it had manifested. Mikey sighed loudly; "Fine. I believe you." His shoulders slumped and he looked deflated at the realization that he might have forgotten it somewhere himself.
Raph suddenly took pity in his little brother, and strode over to put an arm around his shoulders; "Tell you what, I will help you look for it when we get home from patrol, ok?" After all he needed the thing if was ever gonna call Mona again.
Mikey seemed happy with the proposal, and nodded at him with a sincere smile on his face.
Leo sighed at their antics, and Casey cracked his knuckles as they left the lair for their usual evening patrol.
They had been scouting for what felt like hours, and there had been nothing to show for it so far. Not a single sighting to go by, no green silhouettes in the distance and no sai-wielding lizards to find. Mikey was tired and wanted more than anything to go home and finally get in touch with his long-lost flirt. Sighing to himself, he followed suit as the rest of the guys made their way across the rooftops. "Why did Donnie get to stay home?" He asked loudly, getting the stink eye from Raph in the process; "Because he is working on his tech-support." Leo said, exhausted by Mikey's constant complaining. He understood that Mikey wanted to get home and call his girlfriend, but it was tiring for all of them when he could just give it a rest until they got back.
Leo was about to say they should turn around, when Mikey suddenly caught a glimpse of something on a rooftop nearby; "What is that over there?" he said, pointing at a large flock of crows circling around and occasionally landing on a rooftop nearby.
Ready to tell Mikey off again, Leo frowned at the strange sight of the many birds, and made a sign to go investigate; as they all stalked silently over there with their eyes all whited out, they all started to notice a horrible smell lingering in the air, the stench only getting worse as they drew nearer. The closer they came, the easier it got to see what was on display underneath the bleak lamplight hitting the roof, and Leo suddenly froze in his tracks as he realized what they were looking at.
He signed for them to stop, and turn around, but it was already too late; Mikey let out a horrified yelp at the sigh and he could hear Raph mutter something incomprehensible to himself, seemingly out of disbelief.
In front of them was a dead girl; her intestines spread around her in some weird formation that the birds were now picking on, and her once yellow dress covered in darkened stains. Judging by the smell, she had been there for a few days, and the flies were already fasting on her violated carcass. Leo had to stop himself from vomiting, and addressed Casey in a shaky voice; "Call 911, immediately."
2012 – universe (still a week or so later):
Donnie sat in his lab, illuminated by the many computer screens in front of him. He had been overwhelmed by the many inquiries he had gotten from a few ads and posters around the city, and he was already drowning in work. He was tired but happy, as he was already getting paid and the cryptocurrency was rolling in. He had been smart about it, and made sure he didn't have the hassle of converting anything, as the payment process was automated and people could pay with whatever they liked.
The past few days, Donnie had worked himself to the brink of exhaustion. He didn't dare falling asleep and was running on coffee and modafinil, since the other day when he woke up in his bed, covered inn blood. If Leo found out of any of the things he just mentioned in his mind, he would be horrified.
He had almost had a heart attack, unable to understand any of what he had found lying around his lab. There was an old duffel-bag, covered in dark stains he couldn't describe as anything else than blood, filled with cut-up plastic bags, a milk jug, and several pieces of hose. It was also covered in what he assumed was blood, and everything was tinged with that horrible, metallic smell he knew far too well. He also found a piece of yellow fabric, covered in the tiniest flower-pattern, and, you guessed it, blood.
He had been, from his neck down, drenched in now-dried blood, and he even discovered a few splatters on his face after he ran to the bathroom to wash himself off.
On his way there he had discovered the trail of blood leading from the entrance all the way to his lab, and had hurriedly and soundlessly cleaned it up, scared to death by the thought that someone would wake up and find him in this violently compromising state.
After he had frantically scrubbed down in the shower, and cried desperately under the hot water for a few minutes, he took a deep breath and looked at his reflection in the damp mirror. He looked back at himself, eyes wide with a terrified look on his face. What was going on? Why did he wake up in the middle of the night, covered in blood?!
The last thing he could remember from the night before, was that he had a glass of water in the kitchen and for once called it a night, deciding to go to bed before another long workday was ahead of him. He had fallen asleep as fast as he hit the pillow, and after that, he assumed that he had been sleeping. But apparently, he had been out doing god knows what all night. Was he sleepwalking? Why didn't he remember anything? And why on earth did he wake up covered in blood?!
Donnie didn't even remember leaving the lair that night; then a though had hit him, and he immediately went back to his lab to check out the CCTV in front of the entrance.
And there, caught red-handed, was he, long and lanky, with his naginata strapped to his shell, entering the lair at around midnight, covered in blood and dragging along that damned duffel bag.
Donnie couldn't believe his eyes, and didn't know what to do with this information. Where had he been? And what the hell had he done to end up looking like that?!
Donnie was scared; of what he had potentially done, what had happened, the fact that he just didn't know; he couldn't handle it, and decided to do what he did best.
Therefore, unable to find a solution and scared of looking into anything further, he buried himself in work and refused to sleep. If he just stayed in and didn't fall asleep, he wouldn't have to worry about this happening again, right?!"
Right now, he was on the edge of losing it, and despite his intake of drugs and coffee, he was convinced that if he got out of his chair he would pass out. Nevertheless, he heard the loud arrival of his siblings coming back from their patrol, and sensed that something was completely off. They sounded like they were upset, and Casey was frantically trying to get a hold of April who was apparently not answering her phone; "Where the fuck is she at this hour?" Casey said out loud. Leo said something about everyone calming down and go through what had gone down, and that there was no way that could have been April.
Donnie forgot everything about how tired he was, and stood up from his chair, almost face-planting into the floor in the process. He could feel the angsty side effects from his lack of sleep and newfound drug-dependency, and for a brief moment he considered staying on the floor.
Nevertheless, He got back up and hastily made his way to the living room where everyone had gathered in front of the tv. He asked, in an unusually loud voice and with feelings of a growing panic spreading; " What's going on?"
No one replied, as Leo turned up the volume, and everyone focused on what was going on the tv-screen. There was yellow tape, and several police cars surrounding a building now being evacuated and treated like a crime scene. The reporter said something about the finding of a dead girl. She had been reported missing a few days ago, and was apparently found dead on top of said building. They kept coming back to how gruesome this case was, and that it was treated like a suspicious death. A picture of a young woman appeared on screen; they described her looking like an average teenage girl, with red hair and blue eyes, average grades and no mortal enemies to speak of.
Donnie noticed an icy feeling spread through his chest as he watched; then Mikey piped up in a tear-strained voice, and Donnie swore that what he heard couldn't be right; "And her dress.. it was yellow… with little flowers on it."