Unforgivable Torture [discontinued]

Chapter 2

The blackamoor skeleton akita entered their secret lair. He had decent news he had to share with his master, his boss. Master Oroku Saki.
Or as they tend to often call him, Shredder.

"I see you have returned. What do you have to say?" Said the black, large and armored lion as he was standing by his window, taking in the view that NYC had; whom voice was deep and low pitched. The akita, named Rahzar, knelt down and bowed to his boss.

"Not much, master. But I assume the boy is aware of us." His raspy and creepy voice came out like he's losing the last source of his life.

"Fully aware? Or just aware?" Asked Shredder. "He knows that someone is following him, but not sure who." Shredder nodded at response and sharpened his claws. "Very well."

Suddenly, the door battered open, dust going all around the place. Rahzar coughed when the old dust went through his lungs as he stood up.
"What the hell!?"

The dust cleared off, revealing a wine red snakehead with bags of money under his arms, also beneath him. He had a cocky smirk as a cigarette was in his mouth.

"Xever, what did I tell you about breaking the door?" A stern voice was heard by Oroku Saki as he approached the snakehead, whom realized what he has done so he dropped his head down.

"Ya told me to, don' do it.." Shredder nodded as he stepped closer. "And what did you exactly do?" The lion stopped in front of Xever; who bit his bottom lip. "I wen' and did it.." Shredder nodded.

Suddenly, Oroku Saki snapped as he took the cigarette out of Xever's mouth. "What the-?" Before he could react, there was a pain in his left eye. The cigarette was shoved into his eye by Shredder. He shrieked in pain as he bended down and held his eye.

"Take care of him, Takeshi." The tiger, that was watching everything from the dark corner of the room, growled as he approached Xever.

"FishFace, this is the third time you robbed a bank this week. We don't need money." His manly voice, but deep, came out with annoyance. As he wanted to grab Xever, the fish jerked away as he looked at the tiger in the eye.

"I know we don' need money! We need tha' bitch we're trackin'!" Takeshi, also known as Tigerclaw, growled. "I know that. Let's get you cleaned up-" "Don' touch me! I can take care o' maself!" (don't attack me for this accent-!)

"Silence! If you want to capture that teenage, you have to act like a team!"
Fishface groaned but then gave up. Tigerclaw grabbed his wrist and dragged him somewhere else so he could treat him.

A brief silence rulled the area, until Rahzar asked out of curiosity, "Master Shredder. What are you wishing to do to him?" The ebony lion went back to his seat as he sat there, a tiny smirk splattered on his face while he put his leg on his other leg.

"I'm willing to torture his body, as well as mind. I'll give him a torment he won't ever forget.." An evil laugh was heard afterwards.

-back in the sewers-

Singing smooth like a melody, Mikey turned off the stove, picking up the four meals as he put them on the table. He was the chef of their family, a pretty talented one. His brothers refused to let him cook, since he was the youngest. But, stubborn like he was, Mikey didn't listen.

"Food is ready bros!"

Sat in an empty room that was decorated only with Japanese carpet and two small lamps, Leo the leader —or so they call him. His mind was soothed, clean, free of negative thoughts. He liked calm places, hence he practiced meditation, which was not necessary for the others since Leo was the oldest.

The silence soon broke as a loud, high pitched voice rang through the lair.
"Food is ready bros!" Leo flinched at the sound as he rubbed his ear slits. He stood up as he sighed, heading towards the mini-lab Donnie made himself.

Donnie, as usual, was fixing stuffs. He tended to fix things more than inventing them. He had his safety goggles on for protection when he heard a knock on his table. He looked up and pulled off the glasses. It was Leo motioning him to come for dinner. Donnie groaned in fatigue as he got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Next, Leo headed to Raph's room to get him. Usually, Raph would spend his time punching his dummy, or reading his comic book; which they collected from the surface.

As Leo's palm wrapped around the handle, he twisted it and pushed the door open enough so he could see Raph from the slit of the door.

"Oi, Raph. Time's for dinner." Leo saw Raph lying on his bed, reading a comic book; But his eyes weren't focusing on it. His eyes were staring into space, showing he was deep in his thoughts.

"Raph?" Leo asked again. Raph shook his head as he was brought out of his thoughts. He rubbed his forehead, then groaned. "What?" "Dinner, now."
Raph growled as he got up. "Ya think I didn't hear Mikey? The whole New York probably heard him, too."
"Right. Just come, don't argue." Raph humphed as Leo closed the door.

Just another night, with Raph being stubborn. The daily routine.

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