Worthless and dirty, banged up and bloody, Maryjane blended in quite well with the trash piled up around the concrete slab. Dark got close enough to rub his scent on her, if he wanted to. "My brothers are gonna love you." Nothing. "I'll only let them take one eye." Girlfriend was out cold.
Turning around, Dark admitted he had always fantasized about planting evidence. The bundle of hair arced away, sailing through the void towards Raphael's body.
A flare warmed the room in a haze of volcanic light. Curly and Larry skidded to a stop when they happened on Raphael's body.
"Raph!" Michelangelo dropped and hovered over the giant toothpick in the bloody bandage. "Can you hear me?"
Rigid, quaking mad, Donatello was about to go Mount Vesuvius. "Accident, my ass! Fuck! How am I supposed to fix this?"
Anything you want to share with the class, Leonardo? Dark got a busy signal in his head.
"Hey! His pulse is steady!" Michelangelo halted the eruption. His eyes then narrowed at the ponytail, which he probably hoped was a rat.
"Fucking surgery!" The doctor whipped out a strip of gauze with a soft, thick snap and went to his patient's side.
"I'll talk at Leo." The kid swore at Donatello for the first time. "I swear I'll help you." Their gaze cemented a bridge over Raphael's body.
Don tuned-in to the knife and bandage.
Michelangelo made a beeline.
Dark muscled out two monster tears. With arms spread wide, he welcomed the younger turtle. "Shit, I'm sorry. I need your help bad." The brother fell right into the rare embrace. Nice and easy, little fella. "Do you see her, Mikey?"
Michelangelo most likely had a hard time focusing in the crackling, red light. Or, his mouth had fallen off his face. At any rate, the kid's shell did not rocket off into space, he simply had the same look in his eye as when he couldn't save that poor little pussycat from the taxi. Splat. Hugging himself. Keeping his guts inside. "Of course, I do! Are you okay? Is she-?"
Dark popped the question. "Got those zip-ties?"
"What in blue blazes is going on over there?!" Donatello's irritation spiked.
Michelangelo sounded eerily like a father for the first time. "It's a girl, Donnie. A girl." The plastic restraints were quietly lifted from the master of pick-pockets.
"A g'g-g'g-fuck! Girl?" Donatello hadn't stuttered in years. He hung his head, seeing something. "What the-?" The shaky dentist tweezed out Maryjane's tooth from a scute.
"She's alive." Dark quivered his voice for good measure. "Raph wasn't Raph when I found them. Fuck. He was inside her. And, the knife, the knife came outta nowhere."
The words punched Michelangelo just right. Dude fell and scooted back, stuck on repeat. "No-no-no-no-no!"
Looks like we have time for a memory. All the brothers had suffered through Splinter's one and only sexual education class last year. Michelangelo had eaten chips constantly to curb any laughter - it almost worked. He had ran out, released his inner hyena, and the infectious laughter spread to all but Master. In true form, Sensei had sobered everyone up by illustrating the punishment for intercourse. He threw the kid's Pringles can in the air, and sliced the shaft in two.
Plenty of different loopholes to s-e-x that won't get a brother emasculated.
Now, Dark projected to the audience in a wonderfully traumatized, Leo voice. "We can't tell Dad." Disconnecting, he pictured a jingle bell locking around Maryjane's chubby neck. 'Bad girl gets a powerful lesson' had a nice ring to it.
"Leo?" Miraculously back on his own two feet, the youngest offered a bottle of water. "Are you okay?"
Glassy eyed and fixed in place, Dark felt taxidermic. He took that water bottle. "I don't know what I am."
Donatello blurted. "I thought you'd stabbed Raph, I'm an idiot!"
"No. You're my brother." Dark had 'the other woman' to tend to in the fridge. Donatello's gears got switched with a well-crafted look. The new leader asked, "Is Raphael stable enough to move?"
Donatello didn't even try to hide the emotion springing up behind his glasses. His mouth had a shaky start. "No. I d-d-do NOT want to move him. I need supplies. Shit. I need an operating room."
"I'll take the girl to hospital and get what you need." There. Everyone's dick can relax.
"No." Flickering light scorched the youngest's band of linen.
Voices overlapping, Dark and Donatello both had hair-triggers. "What?!"
Didn't faze Michelangelo. Look who's a big boy. "I'll get what you need. Text me a list, Don." What was that deeper tone? "Don't worry, Leo, I got your shell, you just make sure she's safe." Oh, yeah, blood orange.
"I trust you." Why not? Leo's looser-half lived right on the edge of sanity. And, Gina. She would wait for him.
Wow. Still not chiming in, Leonardo? Guess you're busy fighting demons.
Hand-to-God, bottled up in the The Shadow was no vacation.
To.
Be.
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