TWO WEEKS AGO
Honestly, Splinter wished his rapist son had bled out on the table, but that didn't happen, Ms. Mendoza had miraculously stabilized Raphael. Now, Splinter escorted the paramedic through the sewer. She was going home alright.
Master had to keep this lady calm and unsuspecting for a little longer. He thickened his frail, old rat accent. "Thank you for saving my son."
"You're welcome, I guess." Ms. Mendoza patted a duffle full of Splinter's hush-money. "This helps."
"It's the least I can do." Ha! Splinter's fucking life savings weren't going anywhere. Surprising how much cash gets flushed down the drain.
He stopped at a ladder. "Here is where we part ways, my dear."
Ms. Mendoza adjusted the canvas bag. "Okay." She seemed to wrestle with something in her mind. "Goodbye, then."
Splinter knew Ms. Mendoza would run straight to the police. She was no hogosha and he had held her by force. Threatened her life.
Stop dragging this out!
"Goodbye." A tail whipped around Ms. Mendoza's neck. He squeezed so hard her face turned purple. Veins popped. She scratched at his choking grip. Then, her arms fell. She gurgled. Dead weight plopped to the ground, and he checked for a pulse. After it was over, Splinter turned out all her pockets and slung the duffel of money over to a dry spot. He carried the body topside and threw her in the first dumpster he saw.
Permanent peace of mind.
At least Ms. Mendoza's family would have closure. Not like Johanna's family. Nobody ever found his love's body - mutated and torn.
"Jesus, fuck." It still hurt fifteen years later.
Walking back to Lair, Splinter thought about how to interrogate a rape victim who had also turned into a mutant. Something nicer than: Your rapist's mutagen rich semen turned you, and really, you are lucky to be alive. Oh, and by the way, you're going to live with us for the rest of your mutant life.
It was too much, and Splinter wanted to get high. Forget all this shit.
When Splinter returned to the Lair he redistributed the cash into his rat's nest of a bed. Next, he found Donatello and Michelangelo attending to Raphael. Leonardo hadn't left the poor unconscious girl's side. Good, the eldest could keep her fed, watered, and exercised, while Splinter figured out what the fucking-fuck to say.
NOW
Dark looked like a goddamn saint, yet get this, this whole time, he only pretended to care for Maryjane. (Don't tell Master Splinter.)
Alienating Maryjane was super easy because nobody knew how to act, or what to say, around the pseudo rape victim.
Plus, she was green. All the hair had mysteriously fallen off her entire body. And, what's even more fucked up? Dark had successfully made Maryjane as crazy as him. Yep. The poor little, traumatized girl was virtually a mute thanks to his nightly lessons.
We'll get to Maryjane's education soon, but first; breakfast.
6:00 AM
Dark strode through the hall with Maryjane trailing on his heel. The fluorescent lights flickered like they were in an asylum, or some shit. That was because Donnie was always taking care of Raphael, who had been sleeping in a comfy coma for the past two weeks, in case you forgot. Fuck you.No, fuck you, Leo.
"Morning, Mike!" Dark entered the kitchen.
"Hey, Leo. MJ."
Maryjane's chair screamed on the linoleum. The bad girl looked her master and he made sure to ignore her. Dark closed the fridge. M-fucking-J, huh? He poured on the charm while pouring her milk. "MJ, how are you feeling this morning?"
She stirred her Lucky Charms and shrugged.
"It's just." Dark turned to his brother. "Mikey, does MJ look greener today?"
Michelangelo's sunny disposition clouded over. He pursed his lips. And, get this, his stare fried the eggs on his plate. Hilarious!
The kid finally responded. "I dunno."
It was true and everyone had noticed, in fact, every day more scales surfaced on the girl's body. But, who cares? Everybody got problems, right?
"Raphael is awake."
Even the kitchen table jumped at Sensei's appearance.
Leo watched Michelangelo bolt towards the needle room while Maryjane clutched her seat.
Master told Maryjane. "Good morning, child. I am sure you have been dreading this conversation as much as me, but, we cannot postpone it any longer." The rat snapped his fingers at Dark. "The key."
Dark handed Maryjane's room key over.
Master Splinter cracked his tail. "The fuck are you waiting for, boy? Go!"
"Hai, Sensei!"
Jogging through the poorly lit lair, Dark smiled so much it hurt. He wasn't scared at all, even racing towards the scapegoat's bedside.
Leonardo's reputation was as solid as whatshername in the freezer.
THE NIGHTLY LESSON
Dark crept into Maryjane's bedroom.
The mattress squeaked. He crushed the air out her chest a little and her muffled yelp died hot on his hand. A familiar look of shock, horror, and confusion melted into acceptance. Maryjane didn't fight him. Not anymore.
Dark made a funny noise at the back of his throat. He swished some saliva around at a torturous pace. Finally, a thread of gelatinous mucus descended towards Maryjane's mostly open mouth. You heard right. Wide eyed and ready, dirty and disgusting, she gulped down Dark's fluid.
Bitch gave his tail weird, twitchy ideas, but her training was more important. Memorizing her lies, to be exact. Besides, Dark truly got off on getting away with murder. And, you know what? Being judge, jury, and one devilishly handsome executioner felt fucking perfect.
Dark rubbed her belly. "Good girl. Now, tell me who raped you?"
NOW
"Maryjane?" Splinter asked the poor girl, who he had been avoiding like the plague. "Did you hear me?"
"Raphael raped me." Maryjane's spoon clanged around in her cereal bowl.
Splinter's ears folded back. The girl's bluntness was as unexpected as it was jarring, but, how the fuck was she supposed to act?
Procuring a pack of Winston's from his dusty old robe, Splinter offered politely. Maryjane took a cigarette, and he lit hers and his. Ladies first.
After a few puffs, Splinter said, "Again, I cannot stress how sorry I am."
Maryjane's eyes darted behind Splinter. He turned his head. No one was there. She said, "I just want to go home."
Splinter ashed on the floor. This was supposed to be the rape conversation, not the, you are never going home chat. Fuck. He was a shitty father. "No one can know of our existence."
"I won't say anything, I swear!"
If the girl got too upset, locking her back in her room would be difficult. Splinter lied his tail off. "My dear, of course you will go home."
The smoke lingered in the air.
Splinter hung his head because he had raised a fucking rapist. Now, a daughter had been dumped in his lap, so he supposed this was his chance to not be such a shitty father. He wouldn't force the girl to live with Raphael. "We have to get rid of Raphael first."
The boys should have had a mother. They almost did.
His Johanna had died in his arms after they made love for the first and last time. Their intimacy had killed her. From the inside out.
How Johanna had screamed, grabbing at her back, and Splinter watched, powerless, as a rat tail split her pelvis apart. The mutant appendage had twitched around for many minutes after Johanna stopped breathing.
"Get rid of him how?" Maryjane asked, jolting Splinter back to the present.
"Ah. Fret not. Raphael will live the rest of his days alone and suffering for what he did to you. Banished."
Maryjane could take Raphael's old room. She didn't know it yet, but, she had a brand-new family. A brand-new daddy. Jesus, fuck, that sounded awful.
The girl looked at Splinter like she had been raped by him and said, "Fuck that."
"What?" The rat's insides twisted into a knotted snake.
Maryjane spat in her hand, and the cigarette sizzled in her palm. "I want him to burn."
