Rebel-for-a-Cause

“Thou hast angered me for the last time!” Donnie rose up, whipping out his tech bo. “Prepare to meet thine end!” Pointing it forward a bunch of blades popped out. “Oh no,” Leo leaned in the doorway. “I hear Shakespeare, what’s going on?” His eyes widened at Donnie pointing his bo staff at a computer. “Go away Leo, I don’t have time for your snark!” He held onto the doorway, keeping most of him behind the safety of the wall. “What are you doing?!” “I’m trying to hack into this computer.” He raised an eyespace. “With actual blades?” “No, I-” With a grumble he lowered the staff. “Usually the Purple Dragon’s tech is subpar at best, but Kendra must’ve found some program I’ve never seen before because I can’t hack her computer; her firewalls have firewalls! Well,” he turned back to the computer, “let’s see how it likes actual fire!” With the press of a button his bo became a flamethrower. Leo carefully stepped into the room. “Maybe-” “Don’t say I can’t do it!” His head whipped to

Content Warnings: Blood mention and character death Staring up at the sky I felt the warm sun and itchy grass against my skin. I turned my head to Dimitri lying next to me. He lay on his side, watching me with a sleepy smile. I smiled back which made his widen. Seeing his hand lying between us I took it. He pulled our hands to him, placing a soft kiss against my knuckles. I nearly giggled and his eyes brightened the most I’d ever seen before they fluttered closed. Our hands stayed intertwined as we drifted off. As the world faded out I remember hoping that it would always stay this way. That was before everything changed… Staring up at the sky I feel the cold against my face as I lie on the grass. Clashes of steel ring from the battle around me; the sound growing distant as the pain in my stomach worsens. Looking to my side Dimitri lies next to me, our blood mingling between us. He’s hurt just as bad but looking worriedly at me. I muster the strength to give him the

With a sigh Splinter stared at the Lou Jitsu poster. He looked dashing and heroic and everything Splinter wasn’t anymore. He looked down at his mutant hands. The last few years were a hectic blur that had somehow led to him being turned to a rat and taking care of four turtles. Turtles who were being way too quiet. “Boys?” he looked back over the living room. But they weren’t there. He searched the lair, checking every room, gaze sweeping over every hiding spot, running faster and more frantic the longer he went without finding them. “Boys?!” A crash came from the kitchen. He ran in to find two of his kids on the counter either side of the stove, a flaming pot between them. Red tried to blow out the fire, Blue splashed water on it, Purple sat on the floor frantically flipping through a cookbook while Orange hid behind him. Flicking his tail Splinter tossed a pan lid off the rack. He ran across the room, grabbing the lid from the air and sliding it over the pot to kill the