[Just as quickly as the taunting and harsh words of his brothers came to his mind... they were gone. Once he realized this, his eyes shot up in shock and maybe in disbelief? His iron grip on his ears loosened ever so slightly... that is, until he realized that he wasn't gripping any ears. it was more life... the side of his head. Wait... Was he...?
His hands dropped instantly. He still wouldn't see, but upon moving his fingers, he felt the sensation of... six? He felt his chest, and his hands came in contact with ha hard substance, such as his plastron. Was he...]
I-I'm a... turtle again? What? But... but how is that...?
[his already boggled mind became even more confused, which made him even more unnerved. His thoughts of this took a brief pause when he looked up and he saw a light. Whether it was curiosity, relief, or just something else entirely, Donnie was drawn to it. A sign to Kamemon and his teammates perhaps? It was a chance that he was willing to take.
He ran forward, his dropped staff having long been forgotten. He kept running closer... closer... closer. That's when he saw the source of the light; an orb. He paused, merely staring at it. Even if he were to try to turn away, he would find that he could not.
And that's when s chilling sight cam before his eyes.
It was the Lair, he recognized it instantly. But at the same time, ti was almost un-recognizeable. he saw every room flash before his eyes, all had things smashed, broken, and slashed apart. Broken fragments of glass were all over the floor, along with various fabrics and other things. Blood was also mixed in, his brothers blood?
He could feel a mix of shock and anger when his lab was shown, all of his inventions were completely demolished and glass was mixed in with chemicals all over the ground. Everything... all that he had worked so hard for...
But that was nothing compared to when he saw the dojo. Weapons were spread all around, there were deep slash and stab marks in the hard wood, even the tree was scratched up. The carpeting had slashes within it as well as a brown substance. It looked like... dry blood?
And that was when Donnie came upon the heartbreaking sight. On the ground with a dropped sword near him, was a corpse. A corpse covered in harsh slashes that had ooze gallons of blood that almost nearly covered the entire dojo floor. The figure was almost unrecognizable. Donnie's eyes widened instantly as fear and sorrow began to fill him. he recognized that corpse instantly. The slashed-up magenta-colored robe, the brown fur, the proportions of a rodent. There was only one person that it could be.]
S-Sensei... No... N-no! Sensei, he can't... there's now way that... he-he's not...
[He covered his mouth, unable to speak as he held back chocked sobs. His brown eyes were filled with un-represable tears, streams of them flowing down his face. His mask was instantly soaked. Was this... was this what had happened int he three months? Had the Foot found the Lair? Had the Shredder finally unleashed his cruel revenge?
In the mix of his sorrow, fear also gripped the teenager. Where... where were his brothers? Were they alive? Did they escape? Did the Foot capture them? Or what of April? Did the Foot find and kill her as well? Or did the Kraang find her? or...
An aching pain then enveloped his right arm, and he pulled away form the orb with a yell. He was still sobbing as he fell to his knees, but he no longer had anything preventing them form being heard. He fell to his knees, an ice cold sensation meeting him, but he didn't care. He stared at his arm, his hand was red and filled with blisters as if he were burned. Along his arm was a deep scratch.
But he didn't care about what injuries he now had, if anything he felt like he deserved even more pain. He didn't even deserve to have his old body back, he felt only shame that he was a mutant ninja turtle. His sobs became louder, far more uncontrolled as fear and sorrow continued to grip him.
Master Splinter his sensei... his father was dead. His brothers... were they the same? Not even the sensible thought that what he saw wasn't real came to his mind. All that Donnie felt that he could do was sit there, crying out for his father to come back.]
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His hands dropped instantly. He still wouldn't see, but upon moving his fingers, he felt the sensation of... six? He felt his chest, and his hands came in contact with ha hard substance, such as his plastron. Was he...]
I-I'm a... turtle again? What? But... but how is that...?
[his already boggled mind became even more confused, which made him even more unnerved. His thoughts of this took a brief pause when he looked up and he saw a light. Whether it was curiosity, relief, or just something else entirely, Donnie was drawn to it. A sign to Kamemon and his teammates perhaps? It was a chance that he was willing to take.
He ran forward, his dropped staff having long been forgotten. He kept running closer... closer... closer. That's when he saw the source of the light; an orb. He paused, merely staring at it. Even if he were to try to turn away, he would find that he could not.
And that's when s chilling sight cam before his eyes.
It was the Lair, he recognized it instantly. But at the same time, ti was almost un-recognizeable. he saw every room flash before his eyes, all had things smashed, broken, and slashed apart. Broken fragments of glass were all over the floor, along with various fabrics and other things. Blood was also mixed in, his brothers blood?
He could feel a mix of shock and anger when his lab was shown, all of his inventions were completely demolished and glass was mixed in with chemicals all over the ground. Everything... all that he had worked so hard for...
But that was nothing compared to when he saw the dojo. Weapons were spread all around, there were deep slash and stab marks in the hard wood, even the tree was scratched up. The carpeting had slashes within it as well as a brown substance. It looked like... dry blood?
And that was when Donnie came upon the heartbreaking sight. On the ground with a dropped sword near him, was a corpse. A corpse covered in harsh slashes that had ooze gallons of blood that almost nearly covered the entire dojo floor. The figure was almost unrecognizable. Donnie's eyes widened instantly as fear and sorrow began to fill him. he recognized that corpse instantly. The slashed-up magenta-colored robe, the brown fur, the proportions of a rodent. There was only one person that it could be.]
S-Sensei... No... N-no! Sensei, he can't... there's now way that... he-he's not...
[He covered his mouth, unable to speak as he held back chocked sobs. His brown eyes were filled with un-represable tears, streams of them flowing down his face. His mask was instantly soaked. Was this... was this what had happened int he three months? Had the Foot found the Lair? Had the Shredder finally unleashed his cruel revenge?
In the mix of his sorrow, fear also gripped the teenager. Where... where were his brothers? Were they alive? Did they escape? Did the Foot capture them? Or what of April? Did the Foot find and kill her as well? Or did the Kraang find her? or...
An aching pain then enveloped his right arm, and he pulled away form the orb with a yell. He was still sobbing as he fell to his knees, but he no longer had anything preventing them form being heard. He fell to his knees, an ice cold sensation meeting him, but he didn't care. He stared at his arm, his hand was red and filled with blisters as if he were burned. Along his arm was a deep scratch.
But he didn't care about what injuries he now had, if anything he felt like he deserved even more pain. He didn't even deserve to have his old body back, he felt only shame that he was a mutant ninja turtle. His sobs became louder, far more uncontrolled as fear and sorrow continued to grip him.
Master Splinter his sensei... his father was dead. His brothers... were they the same? Not even the sensible thought that what he saw wasn't real came to his mind. All that Donnie felt that he could do was sit there, crying out for his father to come back.]