Just an oc story for ROTTMNT :)
A mutant turtle, who posses the ability to shapeshift but was experimented on for most of his life, enduring through harsh tests and trials. His ultimate goal, given from the scientists, was to be a clone of the turtl...
(Mentions of gore/blood, and violence in this episode)
"Hey Ronald!" A man in a lab coat waved his arm towards another man, Ronald. "Hey Clark, what's up?" Ronald replied, turning towards Clark. "Subject being a bit touchy today but other than that, not much. How's yours?" Clark said, walking towards the coffee machine that was besides Ronald. "Just the usual. She's cooperative but still won't let others get too close to her."
"Taking a break then, I suppose?" Clark asked. "You got it." Ronald replied, reaching out for a mug on a table. He grabbed it and took a sip out of it. "I better return back to the confinement room and see how she's doing."
"Aw, you ought to-"
<<LAB BREACH>>
<<LOCKDOWN ACTIVATED>>
<<PLEASE DO THE FOLLOWING STAFF PROCEDURE AND SECURE THE BREACH>>
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"Go go go! This is not a drill! That mutant is on the loose! Secure it without any harm done as instructed! Make sure that you'r-"
The security staff turned towards the cry, freezing up. Struck with fear at the shock of what they're witnessing. Sure, they've seen mutants and experiments killing and ripping each other off but to see them doing it to their own kind, it was terrifying. Seeing that they have the potential to wipe them all out with ease, it sent chills down their spines, their instincts screaming danger at them.
The figure was crouched over a what used to be an alive human. Mouth, hands, spikes covered with blood. The figure's head snapped up, it's eyes reflecting light from the alarms, staring at the group of armed people with a deadly intent. The figure slowly stood up, seeming to grow taller as it stood until it was looming over the hallways, fixating it's eyes on it's prey.
The harsh red lights, blaring over the figure's body, exposed it's blood covered body and face. The group was shaking tremendously, unable to pull their trigger finger as they never encountered a deadly lab breach and never really did care. The figure opened it's mouth, revealing sharp dagger-like teeth and a pointed tongue sticking out, licking over it's snout, tasting the delicacies of blood.
The figure let out a delighted snarl, seemingly to enjoy the flesh and the blood of its victims.
"Click."
The figure widened his eyes, alarmed at the sound. One of the humans has snapped out of it's frozen fear and was aiming at the figure. He was still shaking but had his finger on the trigger, ready to fire. The figure narrowed his eyes, letting out a low growl, crouching down over the corpse.
Without letting off a second, the figure lunged towards the humans, instantly ricocheting off the walls before the trigger was pulled. With ease, the figure twisted mid-air, landing onto a human with teeth exposed. The other humans stepped back, eyes widening with horror as they watched their comrade get his head bitten off. The figure, still holding the severed head in his mouth, moved his head upwards at the humans, blood dripping down a waterfall. The figure stood a bit, slouching over the corpse and dropping the severed head.
Trembling, the humans flinched from a sound. A sound that seemed to be coming from the creature. The creature that was looming over them.
The figure let out an amused tone, followed by sounds of clicking. The figure tilted his head, reached out his hand towards the humans with a grin on it's face.
