DISCLAIMER: do not own the turtles, only the story plot line.
WARNING: maybe a bit out-of-character for the turtles, but once again, this is how I imagine them to be. Also, there may be some blood, torture, angst, etc…but hey, it's my story!
WARNING #2: THIS WILL BE A VERY BLOODY/GORY/SAD CHAPTER. IF ANY OF THAT YOU DON'T LIKE, PLEASE DON'T READ. There. I warned you. Now if you do read it, don't write any flames, 'cause it was your choice to do so. Oh, and I love Leo, he's my favorite character. But I have a horrid habit of putting too much of my soul into the character and then boom! You have a bloody/gory/angsty story. Anyways, I think that's it. Yeah.
ITALICS ARE DREAM-SEQUENCES OR MEMORIES.
Whew. Sorry for the long, long, waits. I have had a horrid time with the internet, because 1) it kept acting up.
2) Fanfiction was down a couple of times because of you-know-what.
So, once again I'M SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!
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The first thing that Leo was aware of was that the ground was shaking underneath him. The second thing was that his head hurt.
Leo groaned and opened his eyes. He blinked for a few seconds before realizing that he was looking at the ceiling of a truck. Leo closed his eyes again to try to clear his confusion before opening them again.
How the shell did he get from the snow-covered woods to a truck????
Leo sighed. It hurt his head to think. All he remembered was Jamie laughing at him.
Wait a second.
Leo's eyes shot open again.
Jamie.
Damn.
Leo tried to sit up, but then realized that his arms weren't letting him. Looking at his arms, Leo realized that they were chained to the wall. Leo yanked at the chain, before suddenly realizing that a trail of blood was trickling steadily down both his arms.
Leo looked at it even closer before trying to move his hands. Why wasn't he feeling pain?
That was when Leo realized that his hands were not responding. Leo blinked before his mind slowly clicked. Of course. The chains around his hands were too tight, and therefore dug into his hands. This caused the chains to cut into his hand, causing the blood to flow. And above all that, it made his hands go numb.
Leo sighed before letting his head fall back onto the ground.
Great. He thought. Now what?
He was too weak to break the chains. The tranquilizers made sure of that.
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"Tell me. Why exactly are we walkin' around in the cold snow instead of sitting in a warm truck?"
Everyone groaned when they heard Mikey asking that again for the ten-thousandths time.
Okay. Maybe not that much. But pretty close.
Raph growled and gritted his teeth as he stomped ahead, not really listening as Splinter answered the question patiently.
"Because, my son, it is easier to track footprints on foot, than in a truck."
Mikey groaned. "But it's so cold!!!!" He whined.
Raph snapped. "SHUT UP MIKEY!!!!! DON'T YA THINK WE'RE GODDAMN COLD AS WELL???!!!!"
Splinter's ears twitched before hitting Raph over the head with his stick. "I will NOT tell you again Raphael!!! I will have NO cursing!!!"
Raph gritted his teeth as he rubbed his head.
Bruck paid no heed to the arguing and yelling behind him. He was more focused in trying to follow the footprints.
Damn. He thought. Leo's footprints are going all over the place! Tranquilizer must be takin' affect.
Bruck felt his fists clench. It was all his fault. If he hadn't tracked Jamie down right after Leo came back hurt, then this wouldn't have happened!!!
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking behind him, he saw the red-haired girl. April.
She smiled at him, but her eyes held worry. "Don't worry." She spoke. "We'll find him."
Casey gritted his teeth as he saw Bruck return a smile. He felt his fists clench and all he wanted to do was just jump in between them and drag his April away from Bruck.
Wait.
His April? Where the hell did that come from?
(A/N: Jealous are we, Casey? Lol. Sorry, I couldn't help myself.)
While Casey was still pondering over that question, (A/N: lol), Bruck looked away from April, once again frustrated.
"I know that. But still. I can't 'elp but feel guilty…"
April sighed and dropped her hand. "I know. We all do. But I don't think feeling guilty will help Leo."
Splinter nodded as he stepped beside Bruck. "Ms. O'Neil is entirely correct in her thinking. Right now we need to focus on the present."
Bruck nodded hesitantly. Still. He thought. It is my fault. Just like Floyd's was…
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Leo sighed again as he felt the truck keep on shaking under him. It was uncomfortable lying here, on a cold steel plate of the truck…
He could even see his breath.
Leo looked up at the ceiling again. He was bored. By now, he had identified at least twenty small cracks, one big crack, three frozen icicles, nine types of metal all melted together, and at least a good fifty metal screws on the ceiling.
(A/N: O.O he must be bored…)
Leo sighed before his eyes caught a spider web in one of the corners. Leo rolled his eyes as he thought, one more thing to add to the list on what is on the ceiling. He let his head bang onto the floor again.
The tranquilizers were slowly fading, but he was still too weak to move his legs or any part of his body except his neck.
Leo let out a slow breath and watched it slowly fade. His thoughts slowly drifted back to his family. He wondered whether they had come back yet. Leo winced. What a nasty surprise it must be to come home to find the house burned to ash, him nowhere about, and two sets of footprints going towards the woods.
He hoped that Bruck wasn't blaming himself over it. After all, Floyd was not his fault. Leo sighed again. Poor Bruck. He couldn't imagine the guilt and pain he felt.
Leo suddenly was jolted out of thought by a door he had never noticed before opening. The door was connected to the front of the truck. And through it, stepped someone Leo hoped never to see. Jamie.
And he was grinning.
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Bruck sat in the truck, looking out the window. They had found a couple more tranquilizer darts, and finally, a body-like print in the snow. Then a pair of truck tires going off towards the east.
Bruck sighed as he buried his face into his arms. Fang whimpered as she raised her head and looked up at him.
"It's my fault." He said finally.
Everyone looked at him. "What do you mean, Bruck?" Don asked him.
Bruck raised his head and looked at them. "It's my fault." He repeated. "Just like…" He paused. "Just like Floyd was."
Splinter sighed. "Mr. Draven. Please. This is not—"
He was cut off by Bruck jumping up. "Don't you tell me that it ain't my fault!!! Floyd died because I was goddamn stupid enough to get 'im killed!!!! Now Leo's gonna die because I was goddamn stupid to get 'im killed!!!"
Raph shook his head. "Where's Leo when you need him?"
Mikey shrugged before looking at Bruck. "Whose Floyd?"
Bruck sighed and sat down. He looked back out the window. Then, "He was my elder brother."
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Dadadadum….. Now we're getting somewhere! Tune in for the next chapter, in about, oh I don't know……forty years?
JUST JOKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's only going to be three years…
Okay, okay, fine. Sooner than that. Maybe tomorrow? Or the next day, or a year later…
Joking!!!!
R&R PLEASE!!! NO FLAMES!!!!
