Nothing said 'class' quite like a neck tattoo. Gross. Muscles straining, the girl showed him a sloppy, dime-sized marijuana leaf below her ear.

Leonardo peeled his body off hers and stood. "Get up, Maryjane."

She flashed him some attitude. That spirit wasn't broken. Nope. Standing and fixing her shirt, she quickly reined it in. Look at that muffin top, with those jeans, it was marshmallow on two skewers.

Someone has a sweet-tooth.

Maryjane is disgusting.

Have you even tried her yet?

"Wait. Turn around." The shadows licked up her well-fed curves.

Hot damn, Leo, that feels swell.

He combated his shameful excitement by picturing her butchering the turtle. The grunt of effort required for a cheap knife to split bone. His little brethren's dying scream. Fading. Listening to laughter with his feet peddling in the air.

Now. Under the streets and through the sewers, her ass had no escape.

The candle flickered and waned.

An outline of a phone in her back pocket thrust guilt back in the driver's seat. Your every mistake, his Dad always said, kills this family. Leo had forgotten the pat-down! Fix this shit, or else! Internal threats weren't unusual for Leo, and he felt the calm, shadowy voice in his head was keeping him sane. Everything got fuzzier.

The candle burned out.

Maryjane cried out in the void.

"Shit!" Leo slapped an empty flashlight holster. "SHIT!" In the fucking kitchen! He scrambled for his phone.

When the device came to life, the phone-light shined on her socked feet. Not facing him. No shoes and no way out. Her timid frame, other than bracing for impact, had remained in the same spot.

Ding-ding! She cocked her head at the noise.

Over and over, persistent text message alerts sounded from Leo's phone; each time the ding got louder. And, sharper. Ding-ding, ding-ding, ding-ding, ding-ding.

I should be in charge. It's cool! M and D were coming. Raphael snored. Dad was clueless.

"Your phone, please." See? He defended himself. Said it so nicely she barely flinched. She's stalling! The girl fished a tic tac box out her front pocket first.

"Drop it." The tic tac box crackled away. "Your phone! In the back."

When her palms dipped inside the back pockets a bead of sweat sizzled down his neck. She pulled out a pack of Camels. Leo's mask tightened.

If you'd like to make a call, please hang up, and try again.

His ear-slits throbbed. In this city, homeless people had Bluetooth devices! Maryjane clutched the cancer sticks like it was the last thing she would ever do. Leo's arm hook-snatched her doughy waist and molded the girl into his plastron.

"What happened to your phone?" She vibrated against her master while making weak, little engine noises. His lips grazed the ink on her sweaty neck. "Speak."

"I don't have one. Leo."

The world tilted.

A sharp, hollow thunk rang in his head. He let her go. The only light in the room fell from his grip and smacked on the concrete.

I gotta hang up. Relax, Leo, I'm already at the wheel.

"That's not my name." Dark was free to yank a messy tangle of ponytail. She croaked up a low, shivering gasp when he reeled her back into his plastron. Throat bent.

It won't be my fault? Nope, not even when she takes a real dose of punishment later. What?! Dark promised to gag her like a real gentleman, he understood how Leo felt, about her tooth and all. Wait. What's going on? Gotta run, the kids will be here soon! Click!

"Beg." He puffed in her ear, tightening his ponytail grip until a squeal escaped. One minute. That's all he needed to rearrange her head for the better. "Beg for your life."

She was a little slow and hesitant, but Maryjane's swollen tongue caught on eventually. "Please. I don't wanna die!" Unpracticed. Good thing someone had been paying attention to Sensei all these years.

He pulled Maryjane's ponytail straight up. Get a load of those eyes, so desperate and wet. Dangling, her feet shuffled and kicked around a bit. What are you doing? Besides enjoying a private dance?

Dark reached back for a katana. Hey! He echoed Splinter's words as the razor edge scraped over tender flesh. "Try harder!"

"Ohgod, I'm sorry!" Fuck, Dark wanted to taste her scream. "Please let me go." There was very little playtime left. "I won't say anything!"

No! This is all wrong! Shut up, Leo, or she gets way more than a trim.

"Last chance. Where's your phone?"

She screamed her guts out. "I don't know! Shit! I don't fucking know!"

One crunching slice later, dislodged from her ponytail, Maryjane crumbled to the floor. Hair never rots. You can keep it forever.

"I hate it when I lose mine." He fondled the thick bundle of locks, imagining blood trickling out the Frigidaire. This clan had real problems; who gives a fuck if some teenager lost a phone?

She watched him stroke his steel with her ponytail, up and down, putting greasy hair to good use. He had never seen anger, pain, and confusion play so well together on someone's face.

Ding-ding!

Together, their eyes found his glowing phone within Maryjane's reach. Bitch had spirit, alright.

With an underestimated quickness, she grabbed the device and scrambled over to Raphael's comatose body. Her hand hovered over the knife in his face. Ready to strike. It's over! It will be if you do not shut up and let me handle this!

His voice sounded like the monster under Leo's bed. "So, what do we do now?"

"Drop the sword!" She had no more tears left.

"Can't I just tuck her in?" Good and tight. He slowly sheathed his katana and edged inches towards his untamed target.

"Stop! I'll do it!"

He liked a woman with confidence. Her grip poised head-pounding close to the switchblade handle. Stand down! Our brother's life is at stake!

"I know, isn't it exciting?" Using an 'I heart NYC' button, Dark's sober fingers attached the stringy trophy to his chest strap.

"Fuck you!" She barked.

"Easy, girl. You don't really wanna wake him, do you?" A dark-horned bull was about to charge deep into red, if baby didn't get knocked out, he'd stuff this hair in her pizza-hole and throw her in a corner. You're insane! We're just getting started.

Ding-ding!

Dark pounced, crashing into the egg-shaped girl, and they slammed into a chunk of cement. She mumbled some bullshit then her head lulled to the side. He missed her already. His snout closed in. Maryjane's breath was terrible. Feathering his lips over her bloody cracked mouth hit him right below the belt. She moaned. Oh, fuck. You like that, Leo?

Dark smirked and enjoyed the silence in his head.

"Leo! Raph?" Michelangelo's concern echoed around the chamber, along with heavy footfalls.

The black-banded leader was done hiding from his brothers. "Over here!"

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