#the2012turtles

The only sound around would be the hollow hits that erupt with every strike he took. Trying to get back to how he use to be, swift, light and agile on his feet. Though at a swift kick to it, his knee locks and a hiss escapes him before he collapses to grab at his knee. Frustration rolling off him in waves as his eyes glare at his injured knee, however a sound behind him catches him off guard and he grabs a kunai from his belt and tosses it in the direction of the noise. 

Pushing himself up, Leo ignores the pain in his knee and has a shuriken in between his fingers. However, he realizes it’s a familiar face and relaxes a bit. Providing an apologetic look, before he stows the shuriken.  ℒ~} 

“You know, Mikey, if you’d hold still it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

Stitching up injuries on his siblings was never one of his favorite activities. Though he had a steady enough hand and he’d long since gotten used to the sight of blood, it was a bitter reminder of the fact that, at the end of the day, th ey were mortal.

Not that the thought ever left his head. His hands and arms were covered with faint scars and burns from his time in the lab. But his brothers sometimes acted like they were invincible.

So he put a hand on his little brother’s shoulder, firm and careful, to try to give him some stability as he worked.

“It’ll just be a few more minutes, all right?”

“Hm?” Splinter turned around and looked at his son quizzically. The request was unusual... Michelangelo was often the type to hug first and ask questions later. But the look on the face was downcast, his voice sincere. So Splinter obliged, bending down a little so Mikey’s head was pressed to his shoulder instead of his chest as he wrapped his arms around his son, and held the him close. “There. Does that help?” he asked, not wanting to pry despite knowing with certainty that something was bothering him.

A long, exasperated sigh echoed through the streets of NYC, reaching all the way from the Bronx to Staten Island and everywhere in between; Scaring probably about 1000 pigeons on the way and waking anyone unfortunate enough to leave their windows open. 

“Hey! Quiet down up there!” A cranky voice called out from not to far away, prompting Leo to rudely shout back “I’m SORRY I didn’t hear you because I was too busy looking for a fu-” 

“WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP” A third voice added before the teenager could finish. Ahh New York, gotta love it.

The turtle brushed off the whole conversation and attempted to regain his focus, holding out his weapon, ready to strike. He leaned in close to his weapon and whispered to himself. “Okay Nardo; It’s easy; all you have to do is make a silly little portal home and prove to your brothers that you are, in fact a useful and capable asset. You got this. You are a champion. You have no fear, no reason to hesitate.”

He took a deep breath and struck his weapon in a circular form, scaring away a stray bug that dared cross his path. Despite him moving swiftly, he felt as if he was in slow motion. His blade gracefully slicing through the air, picking up more and more speed as he spun it around repeatedly until finally the blue glow began to form around the blade, as the circle he traced became clearer and clearer. Yes! It’s working! He thought to himself, trying hard to to lose focus.

Eventually he stopped spinning and looked proudly on his work, his arms involuntarily making their way to his hips. “Oh-ho boy just WAIT until the guys see me popping in through this!” His smile widened as he backed up, ready to leap into the portal. I can’t wait to see the look on their faces! 

Putting his sword away he began his flying leap into the portal, graceful as a swan until he tripped on nothing. A rock probably. Instead of his planned triple-somersault-flying-leap he settled for an unintentional-half-flip.

Landing on his head for the third time today probably wasn’t good for his health, but it didn’t stop him from saying his “well-thought-out” entrance line. 

“Oh sorry for dropping by unannounced!” His proud smile quickly changed to awkward smile.

send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. right now. brutally, horribly, bloody. just do it.

it seemed like ages ago that zombies were used as simply a nightmare in a movie. a discussion topic filled with questions of what if. what if a zombie apocalypse happened ? they would all laugh in response. flash forward and you could replace that what if with  WHY. why did this happened ? what can we do to stop it ? and where are your loved ones ?welcome to new york, 2030.

karai had found donatello a few weeks ago. the two of them taking comfort in a familiar face and leaning on each other for support in the terrifying world they attempted to survive in. she hadn’t remembered the last time she laughed since finding him again. yet somehow, among the darkness that surrounded them, they found time to smile with one another. finding donatello was a saving grace she would always be thankful for.      

     “  don’t be too long. you know we agreed not to go out at night.  ” 

she scolded him but he waved it off. assuring her he’d only take a minute to grab the backpack he had left outside. she hesitated but allowed him to go. what are the odds a zombie would show up just as he exited their shelter ? 

a moment of silence before it was broken by a sudden pained grunt from donatello. her eyes immediately grew wide with shock as she raced out to find him. the bite wound was the first thing her eyes connected with. a very large chunk of his right arm had been completely  ripped  out of his flesh; bloody tissue exposing his muscles that laid beneath. he gripped his arm tightly and karai turned her attention toward the zombie that had inflicted the wound. she swung an ax at his head, chopping his head clean from his shoulders, the rotten flesh smell nauseating her senses.     

       “  don’t worry don we’ll get that patched up. maybe you can use some sort of anti-  ”

suddenly, a hand grabbed her arm and attempted to bite her own flesh. she was horrified to find donatello as the attacker.                     

                        “  no no no, donnie please ! don’t make me do this.  ”

she pleaded with him, but the look in his eyes proved to her that the attempt was hopeless.      

“  donnie.  STOP.  what are you doing ? it’s me, karai, donnie.  ”

she ripped her arm from his grasp and watched with a horrified expression as he moaned nonsense, and thrashed around violently. the color in his skin was quickly fading as the transformation seemed to overcome him at an agonizingly rapid speed. she fled into their shelter, trying to collect her thoughts. she knew what she had to do .. but how could she get herself to do it ?

 it took him only a matter of seconds before he slammed his body into the door, bursting it open, and charging in her direction.                                                                                                                                             “   i’m so sorry.  ”

his mouth aimed right for her neck and she immediately swung her ax to connect with his chest, watching his crazed eyes bulge out before shutting forever. a few deep, panicked breaths escaped her lips, and as she stared at the bloody corpse she created she noticed he had grabbed the backpack on his way in. that damned backpack - what could he have possibly been needing so badly ?

hidden inside was the shape of a knife wrapped in old, muddy magazines and a small note attached simply read:

“Ah, ya know, just doin’ our ninja thing and sticking to the shadows and all that! 

Like a turtle do. Heheh!”

Mikey grins, offering his counterpart a friendly fist-bump, as Raph does the same with his. Leo smiles and bows to the younger Leonardo. Donatello smiles, shaking hands with his counterpart in a friendly greeting.

   “Is that so, Michelangelo?” Splinter turned to his youngest with a bold, knowing smile, reaching one hand out to lightly rest against his shoulder.

    Raven wasn’t opposed to walking where she needed to go. It could be nice if she wanted to be inconspicuous, and relaxing in itself, but it was just so much easier to fly over a city to find where she was trying to go. Navigating city streets wasn’t one of her strengths, unfortunately. So she decided to leave at night, her dark cloak making her blend into the night sky as to not arouse too much suspicion in a strange place.