AN: Sooo…. I noticed that my deviant account link didn't appear… So I'll just tell you my username: Donella Timbers. I am sorry for not posting in a while, but last Saturday, I didn't have this chapter all typed, put through Grammarly, and I didn't have my mom listen to it, and on top of that, the site wasn't saving the chapter, and I had two birthday parties on the 3rd. I also hope you don't hate me for the over 1,000 words, and the very sad and weird flashback at the end. Well… I think that's about it!
PAN: I had to post this from school
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If I owned TMNT, it would be very dark… and gruesome…
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Chapter 8
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POV: Donella Timbers
Dimension: TMNT 2k12
I awoke in, what looked like, a warehouse. There were boxes and crates everywhere, and only a few small windows to see out into the dark streets and alleyways. I had a feeling I knew where I was, but I couldn't be completely sure. I slowly stood up to look around. I heard some chains clanking, and some sniffling on the other side of a stack of boxes.
"Tertia?" I asked the sniffling person. I heard a small voice respond, "Y-yes… Is t-that you Donella?" I responded, "Yes. Why are you crying?"
"Because these chains are rubbing on my wrists, ankles, and neck so hard, I am bleeding. They are too tight."
"Wait… why do you have chains around your neck and ankles, on top of the ones you have on your wrists?"
"Probably because I tried attacking the Kraang when they captured me and mutated me?"
"They mutated you too? What were you mutated with?"
"I believe a jaguar. What about you?"
"I don't remember, I passed out before I got mutated, and I don't have a mirror so I can't look at myself."
"Let me try knocking down these boxes…" Tertia said before ramming into a huge stack of crates. They tumbled everywhere, some falling apart, others, letting their contents (Kraang parts, tech, and mutagen) scatter all around the warehouse. When I saw her, I saw a young woman, shackled and bleeding. She looked like a cat mixed a human; with round orange cat ears with black spots, a matching tail, and her skin had an orange tint with black spots too. Her jeans were ripped at the knees and bottom, her shirt was also tattered at the bottom, her red and black sweater had some rips here and there, and her hair was sticking up all over the place. But when she looked at me with a worried look, I knew I looked worse than I normally would.
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POV: Tertia Delgado
Dimension: TMNT 2k12
I knew I looked terrible, and I felt awful. But when I saw Donella… I still felt awful. She had green tinted skin, her large bootcut pants were torn at the bottom, her shoes and socks were missing, revealing her green tinted feet with four toes instead of five, her sweater was missing, showing her arms were a paler green, and her hands had four fingers, her ears seemed to be missing, and her hair… her hair was super frizzy. It's curly, and one side had only half an inch of hair, so it looked like a big purple fur ball on the side of her head. And on top of all that, you could see a round shape on her back. A shell. She… she was mutated with, "... A turtle…" I whispered. She froze on the spot, "What did you say?" she asked me with wide eyes, "A turtle. They mutated you with a turtle." I said as I plopped down onto the ground.
Donella stared at me surprised like I had just said she had two heads but instead, I had just said she was a half turtle, half human, mutant. She also plopped onto the floor, rubbing her temples, murmuring to herself.
We just sat like that for a while. I suddenly stood up and started walking in a circle. My chains only went about ten feet out, so I could only pace in a ten-foot circle to think of a way out. Donella looked up at me, "What are you doing?" "Trying to think of a way out," I said, "I don't know how long we will be here, but I know if we stay much longer, we will regret it."
We brainstormed different ways out for at least twenty minutes, and all of the ideas either wouldn't work, or were terrible. I eventually plopped down onto the ground, looking at my bleeding wrists. They were starting to bleed real bad, and if they weren't disinfected, they could get infected.
Around ten minutes later, six Kraang droids came in one side of the room, a fully suited ninja and two henchmen of Asian background from the other side. They talked for a few minutes, smoothing out the details of the trade. The guy then took out a ring of keys and gave it to a Kraang droid, "The keys to seven warehouses around New York." He said in a loud voice
After, he pointed to Donella and I. His two henchmen walked over, undoing the chains only to replace them with new ones: handcuffs. They walked us over to the lead guy, "Do you two know each other?" Donella shook her head, and I did the same, "Good." the man said. As we were dragged to a white van, Donella said one word, "Resist."
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POV: Donatello Hamato
Dimension: TMNT 2k12
I walked down the fire escape, panting from the patrol I had just done. I walked down to the fifth floor, and into the window of my apartment. I wasn't expecting to find a whole abandoned building when I moved out of the sewers, so I wasn't surprised when I had to get an actual apartment "room", and had to say that my name was Dustin Harrison. The people who work here don't mind that they never see me. In fact, I honestly think that they forgot that I even live here. I usually sit in my apartment, sharpening my weapons, drinking coffee, and listening to quiet music, or I am outside on patrol. I am, once again, a ghost where I live.
The apartment I live in is a large-ish one; three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a nice sized living area, and a porch. I had turned the smallest bedroom into a lab space because I needed a spot to do my experiments, and doing them in the living area where I could step on the experiments I would be working on, wasn't such a good idea.
Back to right now. I walked into the kitchen area, starting up a pot of coffee, and getting a brick of ramen ready. Once done, I grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the utensils drawer and walked down to my room. I had decided to take the smaller of the two other rooms as my bedroom, just in case I needed it for bigger purposes. I sighed as I sat down on my bed, looking out into the New York sunrise. I thought about how many times I had seen my brothers the past few times I had been out. I remembered the fights, the words, the hurt, and the only thing that's keeping me from attacking them is honor. I did accidentally run into them when had started to come up to the surface about four nights ago. They looked wowed when the ran across the rooftops, and I was caught by surprise.
...Flashback...
I stood on the roof, admiring the beautiful lights from the city and the stars. I took out my phone and headphones from my shoulder bag, starting up a playlist of songs I had made a few days ago. I breathed in the chilly pre-spring air and tapped my foot to the beat of the song that was on.
I something on my shoulder, and spun around. It was my three incompetent "brothers". Leo walked up to me with sorrowful eyes, "Donnie? Is that… you?" he asked me. I took off my headphones and stared at him with cold eyes, "What do you want? To laugh at me again? To hurt me through words, violence? What? What is so important that you decided to bend against your own father's rules? What do you want with me?"
An awkward silence followed my outburst. Then Mikey spoke up, "Dude, we didn't want to hurt you-" "Guess what? You. Did. You hurt me, every day you trained and mopped the floor with me. Every day you laughed in private when my inventions failed. You called me weak, frail, useless, hopeless. You ignored me, and yet, you all had tortured me in your own way,"
"What the shell do you mean Don?" Raph asked from behind the group.
"You mopped the floor with me, Raphael, Leonardo boasted and strutted like some royal, and Michelangelo. Ohh, what can I say about you? You have no sense of personal property or space, you are never quiet, and, oh yeah, the messes. You skateboard around the lair, came into my lab without asking, made huge messes in the kitchen, and you leave everything everywhere."
More silence followed. Then, I said the last few words needed to cut them from my new life, "You all are just bratty, incompetent teenagers, who couldn't even help your own brother when he was becoming a ghost."
Raph came up to me, then tried to punch me, but I was quicker and dodged the attack. I went over to the other side of the building, pulling my bo out of its holder, waiting for Raph to do the same with his sais. I turned around to face Raphael, who was on the complete opposite side of the roof, and Leonardo and Michelangelo were on top of a water tower. We charged at each other, weapons at the ready. I heard Michelangelo screaming for us to stop, but it was just mumbling among the weapons clashing, my blood rushing, and the adrenaline pumping. Soon, all I could see were blurs of the objects and beings around me, and my only objective was to hurt the being who had hurt me for so many years.
We fought for a while, so the adrenaline started to wear off, and I could see clearer. Raphael had a bunch of little cuts, and he was starting to slow his attacks. He was panting, hard, and his eyes looked sleepy. I gave him one more good cut, right on the shoulder, and he collapsed.
I could feel where I had been cut and bruised, and it didn't hurt as much as much as the next words that escaped my mouth, "You are a thorn in my side, so I should end you where you lay. But… I will give you mercy. Only because you are so young."
I then turned away. I ran and hid on a fire escape, listening to what the others were saying, "Raph! Are you ok dude?" Michelangelo shouted. I heard a grumble in response, "We need to take him back home." Leonardo said to his younger brother, "Whaddabout D?" Michelangelo asked, "He isn't one of us anymore, that's for sure." Leonardo said in a low voice. I grinned, 'They finally figured it out' I thought to myself.
I then ran back to my apartment, grinning my heart out.
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AN: Yeah… please don't hate me *hides inside sweater* (*muffled mumbling* I hope you liked it! But angry Donnie is a bit scary. Even I, the author, am a little frightened by Don's attitude and anger.)
I still haven't read it to my mom X_X And I am exhausted from school =_=
DXD
~DT'sGHOST