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TMNT - Shattered Mind - Part 2 – (Day 1 / 3 hours later)
(TMNT CC are AU based on 2003 version, April is 23 as the turtles are 20)
Warning (Rated: PG13) Disturbing Content, Foul Language,
(This is Not a Death Fic)
Please Don’t Read if you don’t like this stuff.
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(TMNT CC are AU based on 2003 version, April is 23 as the turtles are 20)
Warning (Rated: PG13) Disturbing Content, Foul Language,
(This is Not a Death Fic)
Please Don’t Read if you don’t like this stuff.
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Day 1 – 3 hours later
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Not taking the chance of the thugs finding out where she lived, she parked the van far way from home and took the journey by foot from there on.
To her luck being the dead of night, there weren’t many people around making it easy for her to carry a 5,4 foot turtle on her back.
Which was the easy part, but the part that started to hinder her was the pain she felt and the wounds she gained on the way when she almost dropped Donnie many times wiping out in the back allies.
Dirty from her walk and the filth from Donnie, she definitely wasn’t any rose and probably smelled something worse then death, to her relief she didn’t have to worry about anyone around.
Living in a building once owned by her father which only had an antique shop and the top apartment was hers, she lived in peace of mind, which was a great atmosphere for her to take care of Donnie.
Setting Donnie down beside her door she leaned her head against it as she desperately tried to calm her breathing and gather her strength again, “You know what Donnie, I think this is the most exercise I have had in months, all in a couple of hours,” she chuckled lightly as she smiled at him.
Unresponsive he stared at her; she let out a silent sigh. (I wish he would do something other then stare at me… either way I can’t show him my frustration for it might just hinder him more…)
Placing her fingers on the top of the door frame feeling for the spare key she left there, in her escape she didn’t have the time to find were the thugs put her belongings.
In one sense she didn’t care, for when they ambushed her, she only had in her possession her keys and lose change, she was after all just getting her evening coffee before heading home.
Wrapping her fingers around the key she opened her door; as she pushed it open she hesitated on entering, she was skeptical on finding home sweet home as is, not to be over turned or worse someone hiding waiting for her to return.
Darkness was all she could see beyond the door, reaching in, she felt the wall for her light switch, as her living room light came to life it revealed a clean neat home, with all her belonging as is, relieved she went to Donnie helping him up again.
Entering the apartment she smiled at him sweetly, “Donnie welcome to my home, I hope your ok with staying with me. For I don’t have a clue on how to find the others that you were always around…,” she didn’t know where they where or if they were still back in that place, she shook her head she can’t fill her head with such thoughts, she had to focus on one task, Donnie.
Closing her door with her foot April led Donnie towards the bathroom.
(First on the list of priorities is to get him washed up, a bath might help him in many ways. Maybe I should clean up myself, a new pair of clothes will do for now, I can always take a shower afterwards when I get him settled.)
In the bathroom April leaned Donnie against the wall as she got the bath water ready, making sure it wasn’t too hot or cold, when she was satisfied with its temperature she turned her focus back to Donnie who was staring at her like normal.
Kneeling down to his level she looked him in the eyes, “Donnie I will be right back I need to get a fresh pair of clothes on before I give you a bath, is that ok?”
No response from him, she got up walking out of the bathroom, knowing it was best to keep the door open she went to her room and got changed, as she returned to the bathroom, Donnie was suddenly leaning against the bathtub sitting on the ground with his hand dipped in it.
(He moved…?)
Taking a cloth she dipped it into the tub to wash her face and hands, “So Donnie is the water to your liking?”
He didn’t look up at her, yet continued to stare into the water.
“Do you want me to help you into the bath?” She offered her hand, waiting for him to do something he finally looked up at her but did nothing more.
“Ok why don’t I just wipe you down for now, when you’re ready to get in just give me your hand.”
Taking the cloth she started to wipe him down, slowly brushing the cloth down his arm, she made sure to watch his response, as the dirt blacken the cloth.
Rinsing the cloth she took his other arm noticing the extent of the scars that were quite visible, they seemed to have been made by some sort of sharp object, diagonally in rows starting from his elbow and ending towards his wrist.
Pondering why anyone would cut him so, the thought came to mind, for Donnie being a mutant does he heal the same as she.
If not the scars look like they where some sort of test or maybe an experiment to see how fast he healed, for the first scar that was closer to his elbow seemed more visible then the ones that reached the wrist.
(What if they did more then just torture him? Is it possible they experimented on him too, who knows what they did to him or injected him with…)
Feeling uneasy April stopped what she was doing, she started to wonder if she was the right person to watch Donnie, for truth be told she had no clue if he was a mutant or not or anything about him at all.
Looking at his blank stares even though they had no emotion they pleaded to her for help, for her to care for him, in a way although there was no signs of it, April deep inside had a strong sense from him that he appreciated what she was doing for him.
With a smile she knew it was best she took her doubts and fears and throw them away, for who would help him other then her, she couldn’t think of a single soul that would, and she couldn’t very well leave him to just find the other turtles.
With great care she continued, wiping down his plastron, legs, he didn’t seem upset which was a good sign, or signs of discomfort, he seemed like he trusted her.
Moments later after April drained the water wiping down the tub to make a new fresh bath for him, to continue to clean him, Donnie gave his hand to her, “So you want to go in now, ok lets do this then.”
April got up helping Donnie into the bath, his body sank down into the warm water, still no emotion from him, yet for a second she swore there was a moment of serenity to him, then nothing.
Letting him soak April looked over the condition of his shell, “I don’t think this cloth would do much justice in cleaning your shell Donnie,” thinking about it she did recall having a thick bristle scrub brush she used to clean her pots, if she rinsed it she could use that instead.
“Donnie I will be one sec, keep your head above the water ok,” uneasy on the notion of leaving him in the tub alone, she rushed out to the kitchen, under her sink she searched for it, this was the last place she recalled seeing it.
Returning back with the scrub brush in hand, Aprils heart leaped into her throat, in her horror she found Donnie fully submerged under the water.
“DONNIE!” dropping the brush she rush towards him, grabbing his shoulders she pulled him up, he only looked at her with no acknowledgment on what just occurred or what he did was wrong.
Surprisingly he didn’t gasp for air, just continued breathing like nothing happened, eyes widening as fear had a hold of her, she tried desperately to hold back the tears as she held him while rubbing his head.
“Donnie…please I know you’re a turtle, but don’t do that again. What if you drowned, I wouldn’t live with myself if something happened to you,” with a breath she looked away for the tears couldn’t be stopped for he scared her so much, the mere thought of him dying on her in her care was unthinkable, she realized he needed more attention then she originally considered.
She would have to keep a close eye on him, for it was apparent he didn’t understand the simplest of things, like a child he was oblivious of the dangers that life had.
Picking up the brush she went behind him as she soaped it up then started to clean his shell, despite the fact he never responded on things, April believed Donnie understood her frantic state by the way she reacted to him going under the water, as she noticed he didn’t make any more attempt to do so.
Finished washing him and destroying the brush that had seen better days before it ever met Donnie’s shell, he was now clean as a whistle for April could now see the true color of his skin a brilliant green, as well he smelled a lot better.
(He has so many scars…) Now all his scars where more visible not covered by dirt and guck, he had some on his legs and one on his left side of his cheek, his shell was scratched up and there was a few chips around the edges.
His wrists as she tried not to think about it, were caused no doubt by the cuffs that bound him when he still had the strength to fight back.
Emptying the water and giving him a rinse she helped him to get out of the bath onto the tile floor, covering him with a large soft towel she dried him carefully, then she noticed it.
A yellowish liquid forming on the floor, (He just peed on my floor… I guess being in that cage he lost all control and understanding when it comes to going to the washroom. I wonder if he even remembers how to use a toilet anymore?)
She felt sorry for him, but made sure to show that she wasn’t angry or disappointed for this wasn’t his fault, she sweetened her voice, “I guess you had an accident. Its ok Donnie, I don’t blame you, these things happen. There is no reason to be ashamed we will work on this together to make sure that this doesn’t happen again. Why don’t we clean this up and rinse you off.”
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By: Sampsonknight
Word Count: 1,852
Warning: Warning (Rated: PG13) Disturbing Content, Foul Language, (this is not a death fic)
Please Don’t Read if you don’t like this stuff.
Disclaimer: The TMNT isn’t mine and this is just a fan fiction writing. No money is being made on this story.
Summary: After April finding herself in a cage makes an unsettling discovery, she finds herself in a situation she never thought possible. As she sacrifices everything, her way of life, to make things right. (TMNT CC are AU based on 2003 versions, April is 23 as the turtles are 20)
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Well April has her job cut out for her...
Enjoy!
Part 1 (Day 1) = fav.me/d7dkb3f
Part 2 (Day 1/ 3 hours later) = your reading it
Part 3 (Month 1) = fav.me/d7ehl9n
Word Count: 1,852
Warning: Warning (Rated: PG13) Disturbing Content, Foul Language, (this is not a death fic)
Please Don’t Read if you don’t like this stuff.
Disclaimer: The TMNT isn’t mine and this is just a fan fiction writing. No money is being made on this story.
Summary: After April finding herself in a cage makes an unsettling discovery, she finds herself in a situation she never thought possible. As she sacrifices everything, her way of life, to make things right. (TMNT CC are AU based on 2003 versions, April is 23 as the turtles are 20)
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Well April has her job cut out for her...
Enjoy!
Part 1 (Day 1) = fav.me/d7dkb3f
Part 2 (Day 1/ 3 hours later) = your reading it
Part 3 (Month 1) = fav.me/d7ehl9n
© 2014 - 2024 sampsonknight
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