Of Men and Mutants (Rottmnt Donnie x reader🍋)

Pt 33

As you taunt the tiger-man in front of you, you hear booing from the crowd. They really don't like this guy... or you? You didn't know, nor did you care. Soon, the tiger tried to lunge at you, thinking you couldn't easily dodge. You played things off in a more flashy way as the fight progressed. His moves soon became faster and more calculated as his aggression increased.

You heard as the booing crowd began to cheer, watching as you revealed that you were only using the chain, not your daggers. To everyone else, it was almost like you were winning without any advantages. The tiger surely didn't like that.

He extended his claws, slashing your arm as you refused to flinch, simply moving before he could hit you again. He began closing in on you, now seeming more killer and carnivorous than before. He flashed his canines at you, ready to strike. You were able to dodge, but were knocked to your back by his tail. The crowd started screaming for someone to win... someone to die...

As you panicked, feeling the tiger kneel on your lower chest, you watched the shine of his claws. There was a sinking feeling in your ribs as you looked for an out. You saw as Francis jumped a the barrier between the crowd and the arena's battleground. Francis seemed to be more than just scared for your safety.

"No!" You screamed, not knowing what you had to do. You acted on autopilot and grabbed your daggers instinctively. You didn't know that one of you might need to die. You didn't want to die.

*Splat*

Something liquid, warm, and metallic smelling was painted over your mask and chest. You heard a soft choking noise as you opened your eyes, body still as the bloody daggers in your hands. There laid the daggers that had just killed a man... A man who probably had no choice but to fight here... The tiger fell to the side as you sat up, hearing the cheers and joyous screams of the audience to your slaughter...

You remained still, holding the daggers where his throat and upper abdomen used to be. As your eyes widened in realization of what you did, you hear a voice becoming clear through the ringing in your ears.

"Get up. I need to raise your arm in celebration of your win before you can leave." Francis said, his tone seemed more apologetic when compared to his words. You stand as he holds your hand up, soon hearing the cheer of Big Mama herself.

"My! My! What a quick fight! The lovely winner is our dearest fighter, Yin. Now what about it? She really came in and saved herself from fate! This monster of a man was sure to take her down, but she prevails and he does not! Give it up for our beginner champion!" Her voice boomed as you became unbelievably glad that you had a hood and mask. You tugged the fabric tighter and tried to ignore the fact that blood was on your face, dripping under the mask.

"It's okay. It doesn't get easier if you need to kill an opponent, but you learn how to just knock them out sooner or later... I'll teach ya a few things if you want sometime..." Francis offered, knowing that you'd rather not need to kill... anyone again... The blood got in your mouth as you reached your door, slowly walking blankly to the bathroom and tugging off the mask. You throw the mask and daggers in the sink, catching some hot water in your mouth and spitting it out as you splashed more water in your face.

You felt tears in your eyes as you frantically swished the water around your mouth, trying to clean out the metal-like taste. With bloodshot eyes, you practically ripped off the flashy suit, not caring about the damages. The shower is an escape as you violently scrub your hands, face, and chest, tears plainly flowing down your face. You soon got out, using some hydrogen peroxide to clean your daggers and mask. The smell of blood and chemicals wasn't like your own. It smelled...

"Dirty..." You ignored the sound of your own voice as you found some toothbrushes and used one to clean the daggers and mask better. The blood was soon removed from the daggers, but the clothes on the floor...

You readjusted the towel around your body as you walked around the bloody clothes and went to find something to wear from the wardrobe.

"I killed him... I killed a man..." You say, soon getting a notification on your phone as you check your backpack, wiping your tears. You blinked the remaining tears off, reading the notification. It was Montana saying that she and April were staying with Celsa and Faren in the lair... and that the boys all got Cloaking Brooches and were going to Big Mama's party?! This can't be good!

*Donnie POV*

We are going to a party... specifically one hosted by Big Mama... My brothers think we'll have a good time, but I think it'll be a tragedy. I was forced to wear a Cloaking Brooch... to be honest, I looked good as a human. Definitely better than Nardo.

To describe how we all looked, ranking from best to worst according to my personal opinion.

Number one: Me. Naturally I looked the best, however, it is now easier to see my "Purple Tetris Tattoos". My skin was a nearly grayish color and apparently as a human, I have long black hair. I'll need to cut it. Eyes: strange red color. Eyebrows: on point. And the body isn't that bad. I might even be an inch or two taller than before. It's just weird not seeing my plastron or my shell... and looking like a long-haired version of my dad when he was young. 10/10.

Number two: Angelo. He has warm, dark skin, blue eyes, and freckles, which look perfect on him. I hate to admit it, but the curly, black, and slightly uneven hair... it looked amazing and very aesthetically pleasing on him. I truly could appreciate how much more energetic and adorable he seemed, and that's a complement from me. 8.5/10.

Number three: Raph-a-la. He has dark skin as well, but with cooler tones. All together, his dark brown hair that's laid in long dreadlocks and his green eyes looked really good when paired with his red color palette. But minus two points because he isn't Michael. He somehow looked a little bit bigger, maybe also gaining some height with the human form? 6.5/10.

Last and certainly least: Nardo. He has vitiligo which makes his "eye bananas" and markings on his arms and legs look natural. He also has blue eyes and annoyingly light blond hair with two streaks of white at the front parts. Long hair didn't suit him, nor did the electric blue eyes. Then again, not much suits him. All together, only reason that he would even get one point is because he didn't have a change in height, so I'm as tall as him. 1/10.

"Donnie! You ready yet?!" I hear my overly excited younger brother shout. Groaning in response and tugging on some dress socks, I stand and yank my dress shoes off a shelf. I walk out of my bedroom, watching as Michael continues bouncing around with joy.

"Calm yourself, Angelo. All good things take time." I say, pulling back this annoyingly long hair in a hair tie. Nardo looked over, giving me a thumbs up for my outfit.

"Wow! We look good, fellas. Who's ready to let loose and show up uninvited to Big Mama's party?" Raphael asked, earning a hoot from each of my other brothers... This is going to be hell...

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