TMNT Evil Side (Season 3)

The Scars

Donnie wake up, feeling his feet being dragged in cement and sewer water, but he kept his eyes shut, acting like he was still asleep.

"Leo we better be at the lair soon! I can't carry Donnie any longer!"

"I thought you were strong." Mikey's voice echoed through the tunnels.

Donnie opened his eyes slightly, seeing Raph holding his body up, dragging his heels, but he was mostly paying attention to Ralph's scars, the only three he had that was caused by him.

He hates me. He wants to kill me.

Donnie looked around without moving his head.

He saw Leo in front of Raph, he had his katanas out. Donnie couldn't help but see that Leo didn't show any emotion. Just a straight face, no smile, no laugh.

After a while Donnie closed his eyes, falling asleep.

I hope April isn't at the lair.

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Donnie opened his eyes slowly, seeing that he was in the lounge, on the floor.

Why not my room?

Donnie sat up, scratching the back of his head. When he looked around, his body got nervous.

The TV was melted, holes everywhere, the couch was distroyed, the lab doors had claws that went to the other side, the curtains to the kitchen were more than half gone, half burned edges.

Donnie stood up slowly, spin in circles, seeing distruction Takashi caused when he was sleeping.

What did you do?

Takashi giggled.

'Showing the torture that you will never be your old self.'

The tire swing was gone, the walls that split the dojo to the main room was now chiped burned wood.

My room was the start of this. Why bad is it in there?

As soon as he finished his thought, fear trickled down his spin as he ran to his room.

Before Donnie was close enough to his room, he saw the door lieing on the floor with a hole underneath the handle.

Donnie felt his hands shaking.

What happened in there?

'April was there, I'll tell you that.'

No!

'Yes.'

Donnie walked as calmly as possible, entering his room.

Once he arrived and saw what Takashi did, he feel to his knees.

The bed was ashes, the walls burned, his computer and T-phone were melted, and blood was on the floor, lots of blood.

'Things did get messy.'