Leilael: book 3.

Chapter 7

Leila's POV:
I slowly came to, trying to take in what just happened. But my thoughts were interrupted because I felt restraints keeping my wrists together and I was tied to a cement pole. I looked around and saw I was underneath somewhere, til I saw what I hoped to never see again. Torturing devices as well as ropes and blades, still stained with my blood. I was in my parents basement.
"What's going on?" I asked aloud, anxiety getting the best of me. "Let me out of here!"
"Aww you wanna leave so soon~?" I heard HER voice. My eyes widen as I saw...
"Mother." I said with anger and fear. Then I saw Skyler standing next to her, his green and blue eyes didn't look the same as they were. This time, they were blood red full of anger and revenge. "What did you do to him?!" I pulled on my restraints.
"I reminded him of what happened 19 years ago, just a twist was added to make it more fun~" she smirked at me.
"Skyler, whatever she told you is a lie!" I looked at my son. He punched me hard in the face, my nose started bleeding.
"Shut up you bitch! You abandoned me and gave my life to some human! Why?! Was it because of how I looked?? Was I a freak to you?!" He yelled at me. My eyes widened.
"No baby no. We loved you! You were taken from us! Please, you have to believe me!" I explained, but I was beaten up by my own son.
"Excellent my boy, get your revenge~ and I'll get mine~" I hear her say followed by a blade being pulled off the torture rack as well as some other weapons. She handed Skyler a whip with metal balls at the end of each strand of leather. My eyes widened more as I saw a sinister smirk call upon his face.
"S-Skyler please... d-don't do this..." I said in between pants and groans. Soon my groans turned into screams as he whipped me harder than my own parents did back in the day.

Soon he was done and I was still holding onto my life span.
"My turn~" she told him. "Watch and learn little one at how the master does her revenge~" she added as she took the blade and slowly and painfully glided it against my skin. Tears rolled down my face as my skin was being cut open and tortured by my own mother who hated me my whole life and is now finally seeing her daughter close to her death. She was about to make another move on me when a red and green blurr zipped pass me, taking her down. I knew exactly who it was.
"Raph..." I groaned out from the pain I was in. The rope holding me hostage was cut and I saw my daughter. "Starla.."
"Don't worry mom, we got you." She said but was tackled down my Skyler.

She fought him until she was pinned by a dagger. I used whatever strength I had left to pin him to the floor so he couldn't hurt her.
"Skyler, I know you're still in there! Please, fight this control and come back to us...to me. Please my son, I can't lose you again." I begged him. I saw he was trying to fight whatever control my mother has on him, but it was too strong. I felt pain in my torso as well as a gunshot, I looked down and saw he shot me with his gun. I looked back into his eyes and saw the red leave his eyes and his normal colors came back.
"M-Mom!" He looked at me and I fall into the floor, holding my wound. I looked to Raph who was staring at me with pain in his eyes.

Raph's POV:
I was fighting Anna when I heard a gunshot. I knocked Anna out and got up only to see what I wish wasn't real. My whole world seemed to stopped as I saw the horror in front of me. My lover...my wife...my best friend...shot by our own son! My nightmare came true, I wish it didn't come true!
"Leila!" I said as I rushed to her aid.
"I-It wasn't...it wasn't his fault..." Was all she said and I shook my head
"It is his fault Leila. I'm getting you out of here now!" I said and I picked her up, running out of the damned house and running straight to Donnie who was at the lair.

I kept saying everything will be ok, not only to her but to myself. She has to be ok, she will be ok. I'm not gonna lose her again, not this time and not ever!

We finally reach the lair and I run into the lab. Star called Donnie in advance so he was prepared for whatever he had to do to keep her alive. I gave him as much blood as he needed and he got to work.