Chapter 2: Feed Me More
A/N: So here's the next chapter in this little tale. Now we'll see Don's thoughts as the monster he has become. Thanks to all of those who have read and reviewed thus far. Your kind words mean the world to me, and I'm grateful that you're enjoying this story. I hope you enjoy this chapter, too.
Guest: I'm glad you like this story so far. No, I didn't know that. I just know what I saw in the show, and it was a very subtle thing. But that sucks that it was cut out. Thanks for reading.
Disclaimer: TMNT and all related characters are property of Nickelodeon. The 2003 Turtles are property of Mirage Studios. I only own the plot and nothing more.
He was so hungry.
His eyes roved around the room, searching for anything that he could eat. He heard footsteps and saw two humans come into the room. He sniffed and smiled to himself. Yes, they would do for food. He sniffed again and thought the woman smelled even better than the man, so he would go for her first.
He lunged for her, and she dodged and began running. He ran as fast as he could to catch her because he needed to eat. His body craved the food. A nagging voice in his head pleaded with him to stop, but he didn't do it. He couldn't succumb to that voice. He needed to eat.
He had her cornered and his mouth filled with saliva at the prospect of feasting on her. But suddenly, the man came back and interfered with his meal.
"Hey, that's my girlfriend and you can't have her!" the man yelled as he swung at the monster.
He growled in rage. How dare this man interfere with his meal! He swiped at the man, but the man got in a good hit. The other voice kept begging with him to flee, and he knew that he had to. He was no match for this man. He would seek food elsewhere. He tore a hole in the wall and made his way into the sewers.
Once there, he sniffed around. What could he eat? As he was searching he saw some other life forms coming his way. Yes, they smelled good! He made his way to them and tried to attack them, but they fought him off and begged him not to hurt them. Who were they? Why did they call him Donnie? Was that his name?
Before he could puzzle this out, a glass container was put over him, blocking him from reaching the appetizing life forms. No! This couldn't happen now!
He banged on the glass and roared in rage. He needed food! He was hungry!
He felt them dragging him away. Where were they taking him? Would they feed him? What were they planning on doing? He could hear them soothing him, telling him it was going to be okay and that they would fix this. But why? He didn't want to be fixed. He wanted to eat them. He wanted to see their bodies consumed in his jaws as their bones were crushed beneath him.
The dragging stopped, and he found himself in a room. He began to bang on the glass again, roaring in rage. Why didn't they let him out? He was tired of being in here! One of the beings, a Rat, came up to his glass prison and laid a hand on it, his face full of sorrow.
"My son," he said in a broken voice.
But the monster didn't register that. He continued to bang on the glass, wanting to come out and rip this Rat to shreds because he smelled so good. But he wasn't getting free any time soon. No matter. He would bide his time.
After some discussion, the others left, and he found himself alone. He stopped roaring and banging on the glass since it didn't do any good. He was stuck here, and he was going to have to just wait and see what happened next. With a sigh, he lapsed into sleep, hoping that when he woke, things would be better.
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Voices awoke him, and he saw the mutant family coming into the room. Once again, the smells overpowered him, and his mouth filled with saliva. He wanted to eat. He needed to eat!
One of the mutants came over to him with a tray filled with things he couldn't identify. A door in his prison opened, and the mutant carefully pushed the tray in.
"Here you go, Donnie," the mutant said in a cheerful voice. "Your favorite. Just like you have every day."
He looked at the food, but it smelled horrible! Yet, the mutant smelled so good! With a roar, he latched onto the mutant's leg and tried to pull him into the unit with him. Oh, how he would enjoy feasting on this young one! But the others interfered and pulled the young one away. He roared in rage, wanting nothing more than to tear them limb from limb. Once again, the Rat came up and tried to calm him. He fought, but then he somehow succumbed to the Rat's bidding and calmed down. What had just happened?
There was more discussion and then they dragged him away and put him in a helicopter of some sort. What was going on? Why was he there? He waited as it lifted off, hoping there would be an opportunity to strike out at his enemies, but there was no time for that. He was helpless, and he hated it.
The others still tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't listen. He didn't want to hear their voices. He wanted to eat them! He was still hungry and there was no food for him to eat! With one last growl, he lapsed into sleep again. None of this was fair.
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When he woke up, they had arrived at their destination. It was some sort of building. A man came out, and something at the back of his mind told him he should have known this man, but he couldn't think of how he knew him. There was some discussion and then they went inside. At one point the man opened his containment unit, and he smiled. He was free! He lunged out, ready to eat anyone in his way, but then another monstrous being thwarted him. They grappled, and he was determined to win against this foe and take him down. The fight continued until he heard a noise and felt the pricks of thousands of objects going into his skin. He tried to get rid of them, but he was weakening and slowly slid into blackness.
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He awoke inside the containment unit once again. The man was there talking to the being who had fought him. The being didn't trust the man to give them some sort of cure, but the man kept saying it was the only way and that the Turtles had better deliver what he asked.
He puzzled this out, wondering what was going on and why these Turtles had gone away from him. What were they seeking? Did they want to help him?
It took some time, but the Turtles finally came back and declared they were successful. The man was pleased, but stated he didn't have the cure for them. They were angry and were ready to take him down, but then he gave in and gave them the cure before telling them they were going to be blown up if they didn't leave.
He felt the unit being carried again and loaded onto the helicopter. Smoke filled the chamber, causing him to cough. His body began changing again, but there wasn't the blinding pain as there had been before. Slowly, he came back to himself as the change became complete.
The monster was gone.
Hamato Donatello was back.
"Hey, guys," he said. "What's happening?" He tried to walk, but was too weak and nearly fell until Leatherhead caught him.
"I have you, my friend," he said gently as he led Donnie to a seat.
"I hope you guys didn't go to too much trouble for me," he said after he heard what had happened. He could see the guilty looks on some of their faces, but then Mikey gave him a smile.
"Naaah," he said.
Don knew his brother was lying, but he was too tired to think about any of that. They arrived home, and the Turtles immediately helped Donnie to the infirmary where Leatherhead gave him an examination and deemed the cure had worked. Then Leo helped Donnie into his room and into bed after setting a book aside.
"Leo, what happened?" he asked. "How did you get the cure?"
"Don't worry about that now, Donnie," Leo said gently. "We'll explain after you've had some rest."
Don wanted to protest this, but he knew that Leo was right. He was tired and felt like he needed to sleep. With a sigh, Don lapsed into sleep and hoped that his brothers would be honest with him.
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"Is he asleep?" Splinter asked when Leo joined everyone in the living area.
"Yes. He wants to know what happened, but I told him we'd tell him everything when he's rested."
"Are you sure that's a good idea, Leo?" Mikey asked. "Maybe Donnie's better off not knowing what happened to him and what we had to do. If we tell him, he may feel guilty about all of it."
"But if we don't tell him, he's just going to keep asking questions," Leo pointed out. "We can't keep it from him, Mikey."
"Leo's right," Raph said. "We owe it to Donnie to tell him the truth. We always said that as kids that we'd never lie to each other. We ain't startin' now."
"Yes, honesty is the best policy, my sons," Splinter added. "It is best for Donatello to know the facts of what happened."
"But what if it makes him sad?" Mikey asked. "We already dealt with Angsty Leo. Can we really deal with Angsty Donnie, too?"
"If Donnie does get depressed or angry, we can handle it," Leo replied, letting the remark Mikey made about him roll off his back. "The Ancient One taught me a lot of different ways to help with all of that. If anything, I can show Donnie and it will help him."
"That is a wise idea, Leonardo," Splinter praised his son. "I am sure Donatello will appreciate it. But for now, we should all get some rest. It has been a trying day for all of us."
The Turtles bowed to their father and separated to go to their rooms. Leo checked in on Donnie and saw that he was fast asleep. He still couldn't get the images of his brother's rampage out of his head, nor could he forget about shooting him with all of those darts. Shaking his head to rid himself of the images, Leo went to his room and drifted off to sleep, hoping that this was the end of the nightmare.
A/N: And that's the end of the second chapter. I was originally going to stop it before he was restored but decided to keep going and just let it end where it is. Not sure when the next chapter will be out, but I'll do my best not to leave you guys hanging. If I do leave you hanging for some reason, I apologize in advance and promise that if I lapse on this story, I will eventually return to it. I don't want that to happen, but it sometimes does happen with me and is very frustrating. With that said, feel free to leave a review and have a shelltastic day.