Okay, everyone is wondering about Leo. This chapter deals with him. It will also have some slight sexual content. Please no flamers.
Ch 20 Accepting Evil
He stood in front of the mirror and narrowed his eyes. "It just doesn't fit." He told himself for the dozen or so time, trying to readjust the sleeves on his arms. It wasn't so much the uniform that was bothering him, it was more the way it looked. The black suit over his large body just didn't seem to feel right and yet he had been told by his father, or master or whatever he was, that this was his and had always been.
He fingered the foot symbol on his chest and stared at the color. It was red and he did seem to like that color. Something about it seemed familiar and nice, safe almost. He shook his head as he tried to focus on the memories that seemed to come to him only in dreams but he just couldn't get them to come forward in his mind.
He sighed heavily as he readjusted the sleeves again. Nothing felt right or seemed right, everything was wrong and he couldn't figure out why. He looked up at the sound of footsteps that approached his door. He clenched his jaw and felt his heart skip a beat and prayed this so called leader of the foot clan, this man who claimed to be his father, would not want to give him another 'lesson'. He couldn't stand these 'lessons' that were forced upon him. Nor could he understand why his so called father would want to force him to do these things.
So much of this life just didn't make sense to him but this man who was suppose to be his father had told him the reason was because of his enemy, someone named Hamato Yoshi, had taken him and done experiments on him which is why he looked like he did and why he could not remember his past.
He studied himself in the mirror and stroked the glass. He kinda like the look. Not everyone walks around with a shell and green skin. If this is what the experiments did to him, he didn't mind it too much. If anything, it was pretty cool. He turned to a picture that sat on the nightstand by his bed. A picture of a boy with dark hair and a scowl on his harden face who stood by a bald man with a scarred faced and cold hard eyes. It was suppose to be him and his father, this Shredder, but still, it didn't seem familiar.
"Satsugai-sha?" Shredder appeared in the doorway and regarded the turtle in the foot uniform. "Is there a problem?" He had been watching the turtle for a while now and could tell that something wasn't right with him.
They had brought the turtle over from New York and kept him in a coma for close to a month while Stockman worked on him. Putting in a mind control chip that would allow Shredder to erase his memories and force him to accept the power that was offered by the Tengu. But even with his past erase, the turtle still would not give into the evil that lived within him.
For the last two weeks, Shredder continued to force himself on the turtle, demand he slay his foot soldiers using the sword, but each day and night, the turtle would fight the darkness with in him. It angered Shredder as well as the demon. They knew the turtle was conflicted, but it was clear, another force was working within the turtle's soul and helping him fight against them. Something had to be done and Shredder had one more plan to make it happen.
"No father." He replied rather nervously. "Everything is fine, it's just my uniform doesn't feel right." He sighed as he once again adjusted the black top and bindings.
"The uniform was made for you after we retrieved you from our enemies."
The turtle looked up at him and shrugged. "I'm sorry father, I don't know why this isn't fitting properly." He took off the black mask and hung it on the mirror. "Perhaps I could do without it for now?"
Shredder walked over to him and placed his hands on his shoulders, smiling cruelly as he felt the boy shudder underneath his touch. "Perhaps you could do with another lesson." He slid his hands down his arms and began to remove the sleeves and bindings. He then removed the shirt and gently yet forcefully turned him around. He backed him against the wall and pushed him to his knees. "Now, open your mouth." He commanded as he slowly began to slide his pants down his legs.
"Please father, I...I don't need another lesson. " He told him, trying to hold back the tears. "I'll wear the uniform."
"No, clearly we need to be taught how to accept things your father gives you." He completely exposed himself and the boy turned his head as the human's erection almost smacked him in the face. He felt his father's hand under his chin and forced him to look up at him. "You want to please me, do you not?" He could only nod. "Then open your mouth."
Shredder smiled and leaned his head back as he felt the moist heat surround his hard dick and the big hot tears roll down the boy's face. He grinned and moaned as he thrust himself in and out of the boy's mouth causing him to almost gag and choke on him as he forced himself down his throat. "Very good Satsugai-sha. After this, we'll have you lay on your bed again."
He nodded as he kept himself in check, trying hard not to succumb to the anger that was rising in him.
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An hour later, he stood in the shower and allowed the hot steaming water to run over his body as he forced himself to vomit up the semen and wash away the ugly feeling that plagued him. He had to meet his so called father in the dojo in thirty minutes and he needed that time to calm himself. But it was hard to do with his body throbbing from the pain he still felt from the 'lesson' he just had to endure. He scrubbed his skin hard with a gentle brush as the tears rolled down his face. Anger and hate rolling inside him. How much longer could he endure this? Could he just run away? Maybe during their practice session he could make his father pay for the abuse he was forcing upon him. He stood up and rinsed himself and made his legs move out of the bath. He dried himself and put his uniform on again and gave up trying to make it 'fit'. Nothing he did made it feel right so he decided he would put up for now.
He sighed as he checked himself in the mirror one last time. He began to leave but not without taking a glance out his bedroom window. Outside, just beyond these walls was the backyard where beautiful cherry blossoms grew. And just beyond that, a tall fence that surround the compound and kept unwanted people out, but also kept people in. He sighed longingly, wanting so much to just leave and run away from this place and this man who continued to do things to him that felt so wrong. But where would he go? He knew no one but those who lived here and he was not allowed to have any contact with them unless his father was with him. And with the way he looked, if any other human saw him, they would take him away and probably experiment on him or something like that. At least, that's what his father told him. He sighed in defeat and turned away from the large window, anger, hate and resentment boiling within his very soul. Someone will pay, he decided. He walked out of his room and toward the dojo where his father and four foot soldiers were waiting for him.
He walked into the dojo and knelt before Shredder, keeping his head low so his eyes would not be seen. Shredder walked over to him. "Stand up Satsugai-sha." He ordered and the turtle obeyed.
Shredder pointed to the sword on the wall over by a mirror. "Take that sword and use it."
He made his way over to the opposite end of the room and reached out to take the sword. More then once, Shredder had him use this sword and each time he held it, there was something about the sword that made him scared to truly use it the way he was suppose to. He felt something every time he was near it, and it was that something that made him hold back.
Reluctantly he took up the sword and pushed back the feeling of dread that overcame him once again, but the feeling of anger and hate grew. He turned to face Shredder and the four human foot soldiers.
Shredder pointed to his men. "You will fight them and take them down." He ordered.
He looked up at him and swallowed hard. "I don't want to kill them." He told him.
Shredder walked over to him and struck him. "You will fight them and take them down or you will deal with another lesson." He told him and roughly grabbed his chin. " And this lesson will last long into the night." He turned and looked at the first soldier with knowing eyes. The soldier nodded, knowing exactly what he had to do.
He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist around the hilt of the sword. He didn't want any more lessons. He was tired of lessons and he was tired of this man who claimed to be his father. For two weeks he put up with it, but no more. He would fight these foot soldiers and injure them but he would not take them down the way his father demanded. He hoped that would be satisfactory. If not, maybe his 'father' would do.
He readied himself against the first foot soldier and they began to fight. The soldier was good but he was definitely better. He didn't remember how he knew to fight. According to Shredder, he had been doing this all his life and it was Shredder who taught him. Still, something about that didn't seem right either, but he ignored the feeling once again and fought against the soldier with everything he had.
The soldier parried, he countered and thrust. the soldier kicked and he blocked. They fought for several minutes before he decided it was time to end this, after all there were three more of them he had to face.
The soldier thrust and they locked swords. The soldier looked down at him and sneered. "Daddy's little pet." He hissed in his ear. "All your good for is sucking your daddy's dick and licking him like a dog." They pushed against each other, muscles rippling and anger swelling. "Maybe after we're done, he'll let me have a turn with you." The soldier whispered harshly.
With a yell, he twisted his sword around the soldier's and disarmed him. Before he could stop himself he thrust the sword into the soldier's chest. Anger and hate consumed him as he twisted the sword and pushed it as far into the human's chest as was possible.
The human's blood poured out from the fatal wound and onto the steel. A loud scream erupted from the soldier, blood pour forth and he fell to the floor. He stopped and panted, watching and listening, pulling the sword out of the soldier's now dead body. The blood slowly running down the silver steel. The soldier's anguish cry ringing in his ears. His eyes widen and his breath quickened as the power within the sword suddenly pulsed through him. A power so great he could no longer fight it.
Shredder watched in fascination as the turtle suddenly raised the sword high above him. The sword and turtle glowed with the power and shot out and lit up the room. A loud and sudden roar sounded through out and the next thing he knew this turtle, this creature he had come to hate so much was running toward the bleeding foot soldier and before anyone could even attempt to stop him, took the sword and brought it down upon him, right through his heart. Slowly, he removed the sword and bent down. He placed his hand over the dead soldier and smiled. He closed his eyes and felt the warmth of the blood under his hand. He slowly turned his head and stood to face the other three.
The turtle looked at the three soldiers who were standing in front of him and ready to fight. The were shaking in fear at the turtle's glowing eyes. Shredder smiled evilly as the fight continued, he felt his heart quicken as the turtle brought down the soldiers one by one with a loud scream each time stabbing them through the heart and as before, kneeling down and running his hand over their now dead bodies. A low growl reverberated from his throat as he raised the sword once again and turned toward the last human.
The turtle stared at Shredder, a sudden look of pure hate came over him. He raised the sword but instead of walking to Shredder, he turned and walked over toward the mirror.
"Yes Satsugai-sha." Shredder slowly walked over toward him, elated at the thought of finally seeing the turtle give into the evil. "Touch the mirror and release the power within."
He turned and looked at Shredder, a look of pure evil and darkness showed in his eyes. He then turned to the mirror and placed his hand upon it, running a long line of blood down along the glass. He threw his head back and let out a low guttural moan that grew into a loud scream as the mirror, sword and turtle suddenly lit up with electric power flowing through each like a whirlwind of energy lighting up the night sky.
Shredder watched as the turlte fell to his knees panting heavy, the sword falling from his hands. Several seconds ticked by before he finally moved, slowly putting his hand back over the sword and gently picked it up. He looked over to Shredder who was watching him intently. He stood and walked over to him, he moved the sword up along Shredder's body and stared coldly at him.
He gave out a low growl. "I am free once again." Shredder only stared back at him trying not to give into the fear that swelled up in the bottom of his stomach.
The demonic voice was low and haunting and seem to echo around the room as the sword was held under Shredder's chin and dug ever so slightly into his flesh. "Get me my things and ready your ship." It told him in it's demonic voice. "We return to this New York to destroy our enemies."
He released Shredder and began to walk out, but not before turning to him one more time. "And Saki." Shredder looked over to him while rubbing his bleeding chin. "If you ever touch this body again, I will take yours and burn it." With that, the now possesed turtle walk out of the dojo.