Spent a good portion of the weekend watching Ernie Reyes Jr. movies. Damn, the guy is amazing. Why does he not have a bigger career? Anyway, please review...pleeeeease.
Leonardo's pulse quickened as he watched the elevator display drop closer to their destination. He gripped his katanas tightly, staring at the glowing numbers, reaching out toward Donatello with all his senses, though he could not feel his brother's spirit at all. There was only cold silence, and a deep sense of fear.
2
We're comin', bro.
1
Just hold on.
S1
It's gonna be okay.
S2
We're gonna take you home.
S3
Please, Donny, just hang on.
S4
The elevator 'dinged' and the doors shooshed open. The brothers crept out silently, fleeting as shadows. Only emergency lights lit the hallway, casting an eerie glow on the walls and tile floors. Leo led the way, crouched low. His keen ears caught the sound of a voice, drifting down from the end of the hall, and a bright light stabbed outward from an open door.
Leo jerked his chin, gesturing down toward the light. His brothers didn't need to speak, but fell into line behind him, and they sprinted down the hall together, stopping just short of the door. Leo held up a fist, signaling silence and stillness, and peeked around the doorjamb into the room, but his breath caught in his throat at what he saw.
Donatello was lying on a steel table, bound wrist and ankle with heavy straps. His skin was pale and he was still as death. His eyes were half open and rolled back so that only the whites showed. A flood of red-hot anger rushed over Leo and he growled low in his throat, rage overwhelming caution. He burst into the room, katanas held high.
In the corner, a man whirled to face Leonardo, mouth open in an 'o' of ill-disguised shock. His eyes met Leo's and both halted in a split second of mutual recognition. "Bishop…" snarled Leo, leaping toward the man with a speed and fury that surprised even him.
Michelangelo followed Leo through the door, but froze in shock when he saw Don, trussed on the table like a sacrifice. His mind flashed back to April's bloody form and he gasped, suddenly terrified. Not Donny, please not Donny. He ran forward to Don's side, but was nearly knocked off his feet by Raphael, who was sprinting headlong toward Bishop and Leo, screaming at the top of his lungs, his face contorted with rage.
Mike skidded to a stop at Don's side, heart hammering. He snatched a small blade from his belt and sliced through the straps that bound his brother to the table. Don's skin was cold and damp with sweat, and he didn't move as Mike cradled his head against his chest. "Come on, Donny, wake up, bro…please…" he whispered, gathering Don into his arms.
Leonardo had cornered Bishop against a fire door, and was staring him down with blazing eyes. "I should kill you right now," he hissed through clenched teeth. Raphael was standing behind Leo, puffing like a bellows and snarling loudly.
Bishop feigned a smile, doing his best to maintain his composure as he eyed the glittering katana that was poised mere inches from his jugular. "You must realize, Leonardo, that doing so would doom your brother." Raphael fell silent, his breath hot on Leo's neck, but Leo didn't waver. "You see, he has been injected with a solution. Merely an experiment, mind you, to gauge the effects on his physiology. But an antidote would be required. Kill me, Donatello dies."
"You lie," growled Leo, but the tip of his katana dropped a fraction of an inch. It wasn't much, but it was enough, and Bishop suddenly lashed out, knocking the blade away from his throat. His other hand snatched a pistol from his beltline and he fired, sending Leonardo and Raphael diving for cover. Mike yanked Don from the table to the floor and covered him with his own body, kicking the table over for extra cover.
Another shot sounded and Raphael yelled, then Mike heard the fire door crash open. He peeked over the top of the table and saw the door swing shut. Raphael leapt to his feet and charged after Bishop, but when he hit the door with his shoulder, it didn't budge and he bounced off with a screamed curse. He kicked the door, throwing all his weight against it, but to no avail. He stopped, breath heaving, and growled with anger, then gave the door one last punch.
"Forget it, Raph," called Leo. He ran to Mike's side and laid his palm on Donatello's forehead. "Jesus." He shook his head. "We need to get him out of here. Splinter will know what to do."
"But Bishop said he needed an antidote," protested Michelangelo.
"He could be lying." Leonardo didn't sound convinced, and he glanced around the lab. "Mike, grab those vials. Bring everything." Mike reluctantly started to move Donatello into Leo's arms, but Raphael shouldered Leo out of the way.
"Give him here," Raphael ordered. He lifted Don from Michelangelo's arms, cradling him close. "Let's get him out of here, before that bastard sounds the alarm and we're up to our asses in security dicks." Mike glanced at Leo, who nodded in assent. They both started grabbing up every vial and beaker in sight, hoping against hope that they could find the right one.
Raphael held his brother close, looking down into the pale and quiet face that he so often had ignored or even abused, and his heart clutched in his chest. "Come on, Don," he whispered. "You're a warrior. So fight."