A/N: I think this is the shortest chapter, but all scenes are important! Please review and let me know what you think! There is a time gap so just a by the way! Enjoy.
"They call me the Shredder–" He began to whisper and let go of his hand; he looked at him with growing excitement "–for this!"
The sharp metal struck his neck, and in a matter of seconds, he was on the ground. His throat gave out an almost inhumane wheeze, and he grunted as something wet crushed his chest.
Donnie stared at what was squishing him; he soon realized it was the man's foot. He squirmed uncomfortably, trying to get the foot off him, to get up and go. His brothers were near, and the man had just taken off his chest pressure.
Instead of getting up as Donnie hoped, he just laid there as blood covered him like a thick blanket. He watched as the Shredder knelt and lifted his chin with his gauntlet, exposing his neck.
"You deserve this, turtle, all of the pain, loneliness, to die the most miserable way."
The Shredder raised his gauntlet, and all Donnie heard was the menacing laugh before everything turned black…
Donnie sat up, chest heaving; he wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.
Donnie looked around at his surroundings, half expecting his brothers to barge in to check on him. He swore he thought he was screaming, or at least flailing around, but maybe it was just the dream.
Just a dream… He thought grimly, Renet and his 'brothers' came about a week ago, and ever since then, his dreams have been nothing more than him about to be murdered or being murdered. It didn't make sense, he didn't know why he kept having the same dream repeatedly, and he didn't want to worry his brothers about it. They're barely adjusting to their new lifestyle, with Sensei passing away about a year ago, Leo supposedly being Sensei, having a brother they never had. It would be too much for them on their plate to worry about some silly dream.
"Donatello!" Despite the thick walls, he can hear Leo calling his name. Donnie looked at the time; it was breakfast. He pulled his shoulders back and cracked his neck.
Another morning of having to adjust to his brothers…
Watching them cook together was something Donnie couldn't get used to. It used to be Mikey who cooked for them or just ordered pizza, so watching Leo, Raph, and Mikey get all along in the kitchen was still surprising for Donnie.
"You sure you guys don't want me to help?" Donnie spoke up, his tall frame looming over the three.
"It's all good, Donatello." But, Leo answered, whisking the batter, "it's not a four-person job, not even three, but they don't want to stick with cleaning duty."
"You can call me Donnie." He reminded Leo, and the realization hit, "wait, that means I'm cleaning this mess?" He pointed towards the sink filled with dozens of dirty dishes and pancake batter all over the kitchen.
"Yup," Raph replied, "you snooze, you lose." He shrugged as he focused on pouring the pancakes into the pan.
Donnie can only gawk in surprise; he never slept in; heck, he rarely slept. This dream of his, well, nightmare, but just using that word made him feel like a child, was messing up his sleep schedule. He had to deal with cleaning the kitchen after breakfast, and he didn't even want pancakes…
"Did anyone get the coffee started?"
"No, gross," Mikey said, sticking his tongue out. "I still don't know how you like that bitter drink; you not gonna eat pancakes with us?"
"I'm good," Donnie said, feeling his plastron where he felt nauseous at the thought of food. "I usually drink coffee in the mornings as my breakfast."
"Hey man, we're not used to your eating ways just yet. We're still trying to figure you out."
"Trust me," Donnie started, tugging his lips into a tired smile, "I'm trying to figure you guys out too."
Renet promised to text him, but his texts weren't going through. Donnie groaned and wheeled his rolling chair back. He was trying to figure out how to get his brother's memories back or figure something out.
All he can find on time-traveling is a possible rip through time. Of course, he wasn't there with them, but something must've happened for them to tamper with time.
Donnie leaned further back into the chair, arms crossed, and looked at the ceiling. He was trying to recall the story his brothers told him, about how they had to go through the past and fight the Shredder. He faintly remembers being rescued as a kid… Donnie looked at the scar on his hand, flashbacks rushing through him. It was both of being rescued and murdered…
He sat up, which may explain why he kept having dreams of his murder; they should have rescued him before Shredder even talked to him or before he got his hand cut. Donnie pulled out his phone to contact Renet, but it went straight to voicemail… she might be doing some other tasks her boss put her with; he knows she'll answer when she can.
In the meantime, maybe he can figure something out. He tried taking a sip of his coffee but was met with a drop of coffee. Donnie looked at the time, five pm; he needed to make more coffee.