#redandreckless

@redandreckless // " The world isn't big enough for the both of us. " Scornful, the young lad was, upper lip curling to reveal his teeth. Distrust circulated like venom in his neon iris.

༘⋆｡ seeing double.

NIGHT'S BROW QUIRKED at the 'tude from the younger turtle. Although he was quite used to it by now, both from those around him and various meetings with his own counterparts, it was still a sight nonetheless. There had been a time where he himself had the same general hostility and distrust towards others, though that had been drilled into him by Splinter over the years more than anything.

ARMS FOLDING OVER his chest, the elder let out a chuckle, more entertained than threatened or intimidated. Cocking his head to the side slightly to get a better look at his counterpart, he spoke, tone lighthearted and almost playful.

 It had been three weeks since the day of Mikey, Donnie, and Raph's capture. Shredder had the genius plan that, since he couldn't defeat the turtles, he would make them join him. Leo had been on a across country mission at the time. Mikey and Donnie had escaped themselves not long after, having been placed together in the same cell.    But Raph----   he hadn't been so lucky. A dark figured crept silently in the shadows, unseen and unheard by the enemies surrounding him. That figure clutched his katanas tightly, till his fingers turned a light shade of purple. His anger was not directed towards the heat of the robotic facility, nor the burning pain in his chest from the many days he spent finding and then fighting his way to even enter this place. What made his cold blood turn boiling was seeing his brother Raph side by side with the enemy.             Not as a prisoner,                         but as an ally. The red scar on his brother's right cheek was obviously noticeable. Whatever card the foot clan had played to convert him obviously wasn't a gracious one. But it had worked.  Mind tricks, no doubt. They were known to do such things with great success.     What had they done to him? A swift jump from the shaft above, landing softly against the hard floor. He knew Raph had heard since he'd stopped in his tracks.                                     "Raph."

Me: It is the worst thing ever don't read it

Me: I wish I never read it

Me: it will read you apart

Me: don't read it

Friend: I should read it

And here we have the 90'S,  which is GRUNGE!

Despite the gnarled facade of the room, the destroyed materials and bubbling glow of heat-altered mutagen canisters suggested that experimentation had been taking place before the blaze broke out in the now desolate lab. Mikey covered his mouth as the smell of burning flesh wretched at his senses. This was unlike any other scenario he'd ever seen before... the carnage left behind the flames that had whatever ran loose was absolute. Not a sign of an escape attempt surrounded them: the doors were only marked by heat damage, and every alien lay dead in it's place like death was a welcomed friend. Needless to say, this entire setting unsettled Michelangelo quite a bit.