#xeversayfishface

{~🔬  It’s taken him ages to track down this lowlife down, but he finally was able to. Getting in is easy, the security system might as well have been nonexistent with how efficiently he broke through the code. Slipping in through the shadows Donatello took out any guard or sentry that he might happen upon. 

  Seeking to end the one that possibly might be an issue from him in the long run as he works for the one that desires this heart. So Donatello has to take him out before any kind of word reaches that part of the city and bring all kinds of unwanted attention. 

  Leaping down into the main area, solid white eyes scan the room before finding who he was here for. Growling lowly, the chestnut eye’d turtle threw a shuriken toward the fuse box to shut the lights out before using the shadows to leap down, spinning his bo as he flows through the air and swings it under the mechanical legs of the fish. 

  Landing with a roll, the turtle slowly stands to his feet and glares through white eyes at the fish.

      “Xever Montes. You’re pretty hard to pin down, y’know that?”      🔬~}

The cell was dark and dry, the cold air subtle, never enough to bite his skin  -- like the teeth of a blade grazing without piercing.

It was the irons that were icy, and there were many of them. Two for his ankles, two for his wrists, two more for his arms, one more for his neck; a cruel and twisted jewelry, thick and welded short to keep him low on his knees. They’d added more when he pulled the last set from their hinges; chains to hold chains.

His throat burned from hours of screaming. His muscles ached from nights of thrashing. The welts where the cuffs had cut him no longer bled. His head stayed down, toward the floor. It was quiet now. He was still now. Nothing but breathing.

He’d battered himself. But he was alive, heaving chest and coursing blood and beating, empty, aching heart.

“ Oh dear. “ 

I couldn't avoid making this. I still love Xeveraph c: