Weeks Later-
Different. Weird. Freakish.
These were the thoughts roaming around Slash's mind as he looked at himself in the mirror. It was the same ritual he did every morning since his… birth. He thoroughly scanned his body up and down, studying every nook and cranny of his mutant form. It hadn't taken Slash long to realize just how different he was to everybody else, even his Master. He hated these so called 'humans.' They seemed to get so much more respect and freedom than him. 'Constant bullshit,' thought Slash. 'Should just kill them all and let God or whatever sort them out.'
'Except the women,' Slash grinned. He of course had noticed the female side. Although they were human, 'they were…doable,' Slash chuckled. His animal instincts kicked into high gear, with various thoughts entering his mind whenever he saw one. Most from the television he had been given in order to absorb more knowledge. 'Heh, what I would do to those frisky vixens. I'd definitely shake the pillars of heaven with those broads. Kicking and screaming preferably.'
But before any more thoughts came to pass, he heard a command come from his Master. Training was to begin. Although he had only been training for a few weeks, he already felt himself becoming quicker and stronger than the other members of the Foot. Still, he knew he still had a thing or two to learn. He gathered up his weapons. One long machete. He personally asked for it after watching a late night slasher movie. They were his favorites. 'A definite staple of entertainment. Very funny,' Slash amused. He liked the weapon, it suited him. Slash made his way towards the dojo where his Master waited. As he approached, Shredder turned around and eyed the turtle.
"There you are, Slash. Training will begin now."
Hours went by as Shredder showed off many moves, while Slash attempted to repeat them. Although not all totally acceptable, Shredder was still impressed with how the turtle carried himself. But then something went wrong. While attempting a flying spin-kick, Slash landed his ankle awkwardly. Thus spraining it. The turtle was in serious pain, but Oroku Saki would have none of that.
"Get up."
"It hurts," Slash gritted through his teeth. He quickly got a backfist to the face.
"I said GET UP. Pain is nothing. Pain is for the weak. You must think and realize that nothing can stop you. Not pain, not fear, NOTHING. Understand?"
"Yes Master."
"Good, good." Just then, Saki gave a devilish grin.
"I have a good idea. Foot soldier, send in three of your men."
"Yes Master." The soldier disappeared, only to emerge minutes later with three soldiers with him.
"Now, everybody but you three leave the dojo. Now!"
All the rest of the Foot soldiers bowed and quickly obeyed their Master's orders.
"Now soldiers, I want you to fight this turtle. Now!"
All three men bowed and quickly and advanced on the turtle.
Slash smirked…baring his teeth sinisterly. He licked a small trail of blood from the backfist to his face…a trail of blood crossing his teeth.
'Let's have some fun'…and at that Slash slowly stalked towards the 3 victims. He loved that work…victim.
The power to overcome…to make them be at his mercy. It surged through his veins.
The Foot clan member to his right came at him, thrusting a sword towards his shoulder. Slash blocked it with his machete, before quickly grabbing the arm and turning it around, bending it in the process. As the Foot member squealed from the strain, Slash deftly put the arm on his shoulder…giving it a hard slam down, breaking his arm in half. Before the Foot member could scream out, Slash slammed his machete into his chest. Not once, not twice, but three times. The viciousness and power almost making the Foot member be cut in half, his ruby colored fluids spilling onto the floor and dancing around Slash's feet.
As Slash tossed the body aside like a rag doll, the two members had frozen in their place.
'Newbies' smirked Slash, noticing that the two members were not accustomed to the blood and violence that happens in the real world.
'They don't realize how good that blood can feel on your skin…hot and wet, yet a strong scent of death…always gets me cooking.'
How he loved the sight of blood on his hands…it just felt right to him.
With his head bowed down, his eyes arched up…staring down at his two victims as if his was burning a hole into their soul.
As he slowly stalked towards them, the one on his left came at him with a sai. Slash dodged the two attacks easily, as the other member ganged up on him from behind.
Twirling his nun chucks, the Foot member behind him received a hard kick to the stomach, before ducking a swipe from the member in front.
Shaking his head, Slash mocked, "Goddamn you guys suck. This is way too easy for me…I mean just look at this…"
And with no warning he turned and tackled the Foot member that was behind him. He took a hit on the shoulder from one of the nun chucks but it barely fazed him, instead getting a good stomp of his machete onto the Foot member's left knee. A gushy smack erupted the room accompanied closely by a bloodcurdling scream.
The Foot dropped both chucks as he grasped his knee, barely holding it together as the lower portion of his leg barely hung in there.
"Oooo shit sorry bout that son. Here let me help ya out with that."
Slash leaned down and grabbed the knee…inspecting it.
"Damn that's right to the bone…actually looks kinda cool, don't it?"
He could almost see the surprised, 'what the fuck' look behind the Foot member's mask.
"You know what they say…sometimes you need to break a leg. Hoo rah!"
And with that Slash ripped the leg from it's knee joint…bones glimmering off the roof as blood gushed like a geyser. As the Foot clan member screamed in horror, Slash just shook his head.
"Goddamn you big baby, will you just shut the fuck up!" And with that Slash slammed his hand down onto the Foot member's throat, crackling his voice box. As gurgles and gasps tried to come out of his mouth, he turned his attention to his third and final victim.
"Tsk tsk tsk. You really don't know what the fuck you're doing, do ya? 1. You had opportunity, 2. you had chances, and 3. you definitely had motive…" each time he numbered them off he rose one of his 3 fingers until all 3 of them were up. Then he pulled all 3 into a fist and finished "and you're motive is to stay the fuck alive!"
As he stalked his final victim, the Foot member slowly and clumsily eased back. The final gurgles of the dying clan member echoed behind them, as Slash dragged his blood drenched machete along his side.
"You know what? You're scared I see that. You know I'm gonna do you a favor. I'll give ya one free hit…come on go for it, see?" as Slash sets his machete down and gets on his knees, "a free shot, come one and come all. Come on now boy, grow a pair on ya."
Hesitant at first, he let loose with one final, awkward strike as the Foot member charged towards Slash.
'Dumbass.'
Slash quickly rolled out of the way, grabbing his machete in the process, before slamming it horizontally into the member's back. Quickly getting up, Slash thrusted the machete from the back and grabbed the member's neck from behind.
With his last breaths the Foot member…his, and only his, victim….whispered, "But y..you said…"
Slash faintly touched his ear and coldly said, "I….lied…and I told you to grow a pair of THESE."
And with that final word he swum upward between the member's legs and a sick 'gush' echoed the room. Screaming swallowed up the room as Slash got up and walked towards his Master.
Shredder couldn't help but grin.
"Excellent Slash, that is all.…but was all of that really necessary?"
Before heading to his room, Slash turned and smirked:
"No…but it was fun!"
