The Mutant Ninja Turtles
Donatello's Biography: Part 10
By B.C.
Fighting Darkness
There was the faint sound of arguing, a couple perhaps, releasing built up tension on one another. It wasn't uncommon in this neighborhood. By the end of the night they would have made up, and probably be engaged in "extra curricular activities". Further down the street a man quietly makes his way from where he parked his car to his home.
All these people were clueless. They were clueless to the fact that over twenty years ago a company, which was funded by the government, called Gericom had successfully created a bio-mechanical filtration system that allowed radioactive and biologically hazardous waste to be recycled into usable household products (we won't name brands). It was, needless to say, a success, and was immediately put to use in any applicable situation. One such situation was at the H.E.D. lab in Oregon. This secrete laboratory was home to some of the most advanced genetic engineering experiments ever to be conducted. Guess what was used for clean up. B.I.F. (BIohazard Filtration) could turn the most harmful and controversial experiments into the most useful products, so of course, they used him. Oops…him? Or her.
Doesn't matter. You see, the funny thing about Bio-Mechanical systems is that they have an unusual habit of becoming self aware (something Gericom neglected to mention). So, add one possibly self aware computerized filtration system, mix with an unimaginable combination of toxic wastes and radioactive materials, stir with experimentally engineered genetic makeup, and what do you get? Don't know, huh.
God. Not the kind of god that has and always will be, but the kind of god who loves to create, and how could he/she/it not with so much raw material. This "thing" one day out of the clear blue sky decided that it can create a cream that would not only cause a type of mutation unheard of in nature, but an evolving type. Now, this thing must have had a sense of humor, because for some reason it decided to put this "cream" into sealed metal radiator fluid jars that were being shipped to Mane. Real funny.
The rest is history. Can falls of a truck, lands in the sewer, cracks open, and turtle decided to build ooze castles. There is, of course, the issue of the other seventy nine canisters that were on there way to Mane, but that (as well as the B.I.F. that created them) is another story. What matters now is that one of the first children of this unusual chain of events is holding hands with death.
Donatello stares blankly into the blade coming closer to his face. After the flashing and the moment of realization, in which he accepted his fate and death, he felt a new emotion. Perhaps it was less of an emotion and more of an instinct, but survival was this instinct.
Raphael still stared blankly as the ax and the spade collided, moving the spade just far enough to Donatello's left that instead of splitting his skull it became lodged six inches deep in Donatello's left shoulder. Donatello screamed and blood splattered on the floor. Realizing that Donny was alive although seriously injured, Raph snapped back to it. The beast Jinketsu was readying to pull the spade up and bring it back down. Jinketsu lifted hard, and Donatello rose a little with blade until it was dislodged. The blade snapped loose and flew up. Donatello fell on his back still screaming and holding his shoulder. Jinketsu now readied his enormous muscles to bring it back down. He was then stopped by Raphael's fist to the side of his face.
Casey rushed to Donatello's aid with Mikey. They helped Donny sit up, and Casey asked Donny to move his hand so he could see the wound. Casey knows how deadly it can be if a turtle's shell is cracked. They all remember the night Michelangelo was shot. His shell still has the swirl scar on the bottom right. That night they all thought they were really going to lose Mikey. The bleeding just seemed like it would never stop, the only thing that saved Mikey was cauterization, which is why Casey brought a butane torch, and a large flat knife. He stole a LOT of stuff.
Casey reached in his large backpack and pulled out the torch and the knife. He gave them to Mikey and told him to heat it, and Mikey complied. Casey pulled out the disinfectant alcohol and began to soak a rag. He had to move quickly. Donatello was bleeding badly, and cold sweat was building around his head.
In the not so far distance Raphael had gone berserk. He and the creature Jinketsu were fist fighting. The spade had been shattered over Raphael's forearm. Raphael didn't feel pain when he was like this. For all he knew his arm could have been broken, and yet he still would have beaten this thing to death with it. Jinketsu was clawing and slashing at Raphael, moving in a very organized pattern. Raphael knew he was the strongest of the four. He was proving to be the most deadly as well. The beast never seemed to let up. He would attack with his legs for a few blows, then switch to his fists, and the moment Raph thought he found a pattern Jinketsu would switch it up, or even go for a grapple. Raph was getting pissed. Blocking and dodging was just not his style. Raph saw a punch coming, and instead of blocking he decided to meet it dead on with his own punch. There was a loud crack when the fists collided. Both Jinketsu's and Raphael's knuckles broke. Jinketsu ignored the pain and threw another punch with his left hand. Just what Raph wanted. Raph grabbed his wrist rolled with it so they were back to back, and with the broken hand reached behind himself wrapping his arm around Jinketsu's neck, bent forward, pulled on Jinketsu's head, and flung Jinketsu over his body.
Jinketsu landed face fist in front of Raph, and he quickly scrambled to his feet, but Raphael wasn't about to let him gain stability. Raph ran at him at full speed and launched a jumping round house kick. Jinketsu saw it and countered it with the same, only Jinketsu followed his round house with a sweep, which caught Raph off guard. Raph fell hard on his back, and hit his head on the concrete. He opened his eyes only to see Jinketsu's knee headed for his head. Raph rolled as quickly as he could. Once at a good distance he lunged back at Jinketsu. Raphael was now beyond furious. He began screaming at Jinketsu with very move and punch he made. Jinketsu was favoring his left hand, which gave Raph the pattern he needed. Jinketsu threw a hard left hook, and Raph counter with a left of his own (his broken hand). Since Raph saw the punch coming he avoided contact with it, but his punch hit on target. One of Jinketsu's broken teeth became lodged in Raphael's hand. As Jinketsu fell back, Raph grabbed Jinketsu's left hand with his right, pulled him close and gave him a strong left kick to the ribs. Jinketsu's body wanted to fall away, but Raph pulled at his arm again and then threw him into the wall. A muffled combination of crunches and pops sounded when Jinketsu's face smashed into the wall. Raph ran up behind him, and unleashed punches and kicks to the back of Jinketsu.
After a few minutes of kicking, beating, and smashing Jinketsu's face into the blood soaked wall, the beast was finally beaten to death. Raph's hands, which were covered in blood, were still shaking as he looked down on the still body. His breath was quivering from all the adrenalin pumping through his veins, and he felt a little light headed. His senses were returning, and he could hear the clacking of metal mixed with moans. Donatello's moan! Raph ran to Donatello who was clenching his teeth as the glowing red hot blade was being placed in his wound. The sizzling sound mixed with the smell of burning turtle flesh made him a little queasy. Donatello didn't look good, but he looked like he would survive, and that's all Raph cared about. Seeing that Donatello was okay, Raph was now becoming distracted by that sound of clacking metal. Raph looked over to his left, and up on the second floor where Leonardo and shredder were battling for their lives.
To Be Continued…
Authors Notes: Yeah, more fighting and more to come. As always, you criticism is appreciated whether positive or negative. Thank you again for reading.