TMNT Hiding Horror (Season 4)

Fighting

  Don wake up, his back freezing cold.

His bones felt numb, but his skull, his forehead, was felt warm. Not welcoming, but not terrible.

He stood up slowly, feeling something cold and solid on his wrist, ankle and neck, hearing metal being dragged on metal.

Don opened his eyes and saw himself chained to the floor, but the chain was about ten feet long.

He also saw that he was himself, sort of at this this point.

"Takashi or should I say Donatello."

Shredder.

Don turned around and saw the Shredder, standing about five feet away, crossing his arms, starring at him.

"You think you know everything, but you don't."

"So you did something to me so I can listen to you, or is it a different kind of control?"

Shredder did a small chuckle.

"But you catch on quickly."

"Were are my brothers?"

"Brothers, I thought they were the torture."

He was there.

"I heard that you killed Splinter, your Father."

"Shut up!"

"Do watch his eyes, did you see his soul leaving his body. Did you hear his heart slowly going silent. Seeing his pain."

The image of Splinter dieing came up in Don's head, seeing his pain, looking at his eyes, waiting for him to die, and he smiled.

"F*ck of you b*stered, it is none of your business."

Shredder took one step closer to Don.

"But it is. And you know what, you almost killed all of your brothers, your fear is taking over. You could have killed him."

Stop it!

The image of Mikey piped up, him on the floor, knees bleeding and he smiled.

"SHUT UP!"

"You were going to kill your youngest brother, the torture, wishing for him to die in a puddle of blood.

"SHUT UP!"

Don ran at Shredder full speed, but when he was only an inch away, the chains stopped him.

F*ck you piece of shit.

"You let your anger cloud what the real problem is. Have I taught you nothing?"

Don didn't say anything, just starred at Shredder's eyes.

"Fine. Foot bring Michelangelo."

Wait, you're not thinking what I'm thinking?

Shredder moved to the door way, waiting for the arrival of Mikey.

Okay got to get out of here.

Don took a step back and opened his mouth and barely breathed out fire on the chains.

Come on.

Don stopped when he saw Mikey coming in.

"Don!"

"Shut up turtle."

Mikey was tight around his arms with rope with a Foot robot had a weapon up to his back.

Shredder walked over to Don.

"Attack him!"

"N..."

Pain exploded in his head.

Mind control! F*ck!

Don started to sweat a lot and finding himself walking towards Mikey slowly.

"N..."

It was hard to even say anything because of the pain.

Seconds later Don could hear Shredder cutting the chains off so he could get closer to Mikey.

"Dude, snap out of it."

But Don couldn't stop, his legs kept on moving, more flow and less greeky with each step.

Then he stopped right in front of Mikey and starred into his ice blue eyes, into his soul.

"I-I can't st-stop."

A tear fell down his cheek then his arm sliced into the rope and Mikey jumped back, bumping into the robot Foot solider behind him. Then both fell, hitting the ground hard but Don strikes again.

Mikey dodged as Don's fist broke the ground.

I'll fight, but strike at Shredder at the last second.

Mikey stood up, getting in fighting position.

"You don't have to do this Don."

"You don't understand, I have to."

Don ran at Mikey and swung a kick then whipped his tail at Mikey's plastron.

Mikey got kick on the jaw but dodged his tail, then he did a front flip over Don, but he saw that coming. Don caught Mikey and threw him to the ground and came back down right by him and kicked his side making him slide on the floor, hitting the wall hard.

Don jumped a dug his claws into the ceiling, crawling on it slowly towards Mikey, seeing that he stood up and was looking for him.

"What's wrong, can't find me."

Don quickly moved as his voice echoed throughout the room.

"Does that bother you?"

Don moved again, seeing Mike spinning in circles, trying to find him.

Don moved up Mikey then jumped down, aiming his fist at his face but Mikey saw him and moved.

This made Don roll on the ground, but when he was back on his feet he jumped at Mikey and punched his plastron, then jumped off the wall and hit Mikey at his cheek, then arms, legs and his shell until Mikey fell to the ground.

"Finish him."

Don stood by Mikey, seeing all of his bruises.

"No!"

Don spun around and kicked, but Shredder caught his foot.

"Foolish boy, and to think you're smart. You lost in the middle of the confusion."

Shredder throw a fist at Don's plastron but he caught it.

"I never lose my touch, old man."

Then Don got his foot free from his grip and jumped while swisting Shredders.

But Shredder kicked Don's plastron making him let go of his arm and go flying, hitting the wall hard.

Shredder ran and grabbed Don's throat with his left hand and had his other arm, aiming the blade at his throat.

Don starred at Shredders eyes with anger and hate.

"You are a horrible son."

"You think I still am."

"Come on Donatello you were always my son. We are so similar in so many ways and you know it. The only difference is that I tried to kill my brother but you hold back. So kill him."

Shredder threw Don at the ground.

Don looked at Mikey. He was still on the ground but starring at Don.

"Don you aren't like him, but the opposite."

"You're not stupid enough to listen to him."

Don looked at Shredder.

"I guess I am."

"Take him out of here."

Don turned to Mikey and did a small smile as the robot Foot soilders took Mikey away.

No more fighting.