An ominous laugh echoed as a figure in black mist stepped forward, “You see… not all Hamato’s are good.”
The figure walked around his slump form on the floor. His eyes distant and blood pooling around him. He wasn’t moving or making a sound.
The figure stopped behind him and they all tensed. The figure leaned forward to gently place their blurry hand on his shoulders.
“This one here, is just like us.”, they said.
Donnie stepped forward and snarled. His Bo in hand.
“He’s nothing like you! He isn’t some inky monster!”, he roared.
The figure paused, they had no mouth, but its red void eyes widen. Then harden and their voice becomes flat.
“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong. Why else would he make a pact with us?”, they replied as they stand straighter.
Raph rushed forward, but the runes stop him from getting close. It burned to the touch.
Mikey and Splinter are by his side as he screamed. He groaned as they try to ease him, calm him down.
“Why do you want him? What does he have that you need?”, Mikey asked, tears in his eyes.
They make a pose, as though they are in thought, before turning to look at him. Raph raised himself up more to shield him. Splinter standing before them both.
“His blood.”, the figure disappears as the circle fades.