Of Men and Mutants (Rottmnt Donnie x reader🍋)

Pt 53

After around two and a half weeks, you hear from Francis that Monty is doing better. Apparently Baron got her on some more mystic-meds that sped her healing process up a little more. She can now walk with casts and crutches with nearly no pain. Leon has also been improving with his condition, no longer being deemed paralyzed from the waist down. He's now able to feel different sensations other that sharp pains when given tactile testing and he's undergoing some forms of physical therapy to learn standing again.

You were told that Mikey was doing better, now wearing compression gloves and socks when he has to use his mystic powers. On the plus side, he isn't glowing elbows-to-fingers anymore and can now properly hold small objects without dropping them from his trembling. Raph, as is shown through his testing, is showing little promise with his eye, not having too much trouble seeing all with both eyes open, but he definitely won't be able to see out his injured eye the right way ever again. You... You weren't told much about Donnie... Who cares, right?...

Anyway... You started helping how you could with the NYC cleanup crew, using your smarts anonymously to work by using Bruce Rue. You somehow started back on track with some schoolwork that was apparently not supposed to be out until after cleanup days and search and rescue work was completed and situated... You didn't care, you just needed something to do. Your family was confused, but they just accepted that you just... Suddenly got better... Out of nowhere.

There were obvious questions, including;

"How are you even walking?" Big sister.

"How are you not half dead right now?" Big brother.

"You can use your legs?" Little brother.

"Does it hurt to- I don't know- Breathe?" Mother.

And last but not least "When the fuck did the- uh- walking and not being crippled happen?" Father.

You later explained that you were given some super-juice that got you back into shape, then tried to convince yourself that you could continue with your life. You even had a random conversation with your bestie over phone about the concept of Azmivo's Cascade because apparently you and Donnie did a DNA cloning experiment then combined the genetic makeup so that you could have Galileo and Circe... They hid how you guys made Harper for some reason though? Oh well.

You made it one day at a time, until you decided to go the the Hidden City. Once you got there, you were met with odd pictures in larger places, most of which looked like less muscular, slightly smaller, girlier costume-wearing... You? She was a copycat who was trying to pass as you...? You were confused, mad, scared, and needed to deal with this. You practically ran back to your apartment and grabbed your mask... The only important thing you needed...

You jumped out your window with your tech-suit on, powering it on for a slowed fall. You got back to Big Mama's establishment, nearly breaking the door to her office down as security ran after you, trying to stop you.

"MAMA! WHO THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH?!" You shouted, slamming a torn poster onto her desk. She turned slowly, seeming confused for a moment. She tilted her head, seeming not to understand your anger yet. After short time, she waved the guards away, slightly smiling at you while you panted, shaking with hate and the feeling that even to a monster... you could be replaced?

"She was just... Keeping the spot of my right hand warm for you." She tried to put it gently. You ignored Big Mama now, fuming and trembling. You grabbed the poster and your daggers, pulling the chain off and going to leave, heading to her viewing room for the arena. You got there, using the chain from the daggers to make your quick way down to the fight that was about to start. Two Yokai. Both women. One was some sort of bird, the other was some sort of rodent. You started to see the lights around flashing as the women looked around, confused.

"YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS YOUR GOLDEN DRAGON?!-" You screamed to the crowd with a lot of grit and baritone as everyone began to scream and cheer. "-YOU THOUGHT THIS COULD REPLACE ME- NAE! KEEP MY SPOT WARM?!" Everyone in the crowd was confused, but they chanted no for you.

"NO ONE COULD FUCKING REPLACE ME! I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM IT!!!" As you screamed at the crowd, voice echoing deeply, you see a flash of deep ginger. It was Francis... Who knew someone was impersonating you. You pointed out the two women who were by your sides in the arena.

"Come get some, you lousy, dirty as a bathroom stall, skanky as a stripper, can't find love even at the bottom of a bottle whores." You said, successfully pissing them off. You took them down way too fast, being pissed off still.

"FOX!!!-" You pause, looking for Francis again. "-YOU DIRTY FUCKIN' FOX!" You screamed, seeing everything in color as variations of yellow now. You began to see blood on your hands, mostly from the women who's faces you repeatedly punched, but also partly from your own screwed up knuckles. You saw Francis rushing up to you, trying to calm you down. You ignored his attempts, hitting him in the nose with the hilt of your dagger. He backed up, feeling the blood that began to trickle down from his nose to his chin.

"Y/-... Yin. Watch it. I'm just tryna get you back home. You shouldn't be out in your condition." He pleaded as you too a sword that one of the women had, tossing it to Francis. He didn't want to fight, but there was something wrong... It felt like waking up on the day you miraculously healed again... But... worse... More... Scary...

As you began fazing back into whatever you didn't know you fell out of, you heard a muffled Francis. He was really impossible to understand at first, but as you waited and listened extra closely and carefully, you could almost hear what he was trying to say to you.

"I do not wanna fight you! Yin! Don't start nothin'! Please, Yin!"

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