*Story Summary: Sometimes, sorry really is the hardest word.
*Note:This one-shot takes place after the episode ‘Slash and Destroy.’ It’s a companion piece to my works ‘Mikey’s Worst Move Ever’ and ‘Slash’s Revenge.’
*Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles franchise.
In the history of rotten days, this had to be one of the worst. Hamato Donatello breathed out a sullen sigh that no one could actually hear. Unlike him, the rest of his family was probably fast asleep by now, but he just could not seem to settle into a comfortable position. This was not for lack of trying. He had spent the lion’s share of the past hour shifting in his bed, vainly attempting to find peace, but alas, comfort was not meant to be. Maybe that’s because he had been beaten to a pulp not all that long ago.
Everythinghurt.
Whether he laid on his side, his front, or his back, the pain would radiate throughout his body. A harsh, relentless reminder of what had happened that night.
That awful, awful night.
Pushing himself up into a sitting position, Donatello wearily gazed out at the shadows enveloping his room. Something about the darkness sent a chill creeping up and down his spine.
It was so menacing.
So very sinister.
So eerily reminiscent.
A whimper threatened to escape the confines of his parched throat as a flood of memories came rushing back without mercy. Disturbing memories he’d just as soon forget…
*Story Summary: Slash is out for revenge against Raphael for betraying him and he has decided the best way to hurt the turtle in red is through his brothers. Slash has his eyes set on one brother in particular and he will stop at nothing to even the score.
*Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles franchise.
*Author’s Note: This story is set after the episode ‘Slash and Destroy’ and it’s the sequel to my short story ‘Mikey’s Worst Move Ever.’ Just so you know, this one gets pretty dark …
*Story Summary: Slash is out for revenge against Raphael for betraying him and he has decided the best way to hurt the turtle in red is through his brothers. Slash has his eyes set on one brother in particular and he will stop at nothing to even the score.
*Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles franchise.
*Author’s Note: This story is set after the episode ‘Slash and Destroy’ and it’s the sequel to my short story ‘Mikey’s Worst Move Ever.’ Just so you know, this one gets pretty dark …
⇒ I just wanted to let everyone know I plan on posting Chapter 39 of ‘Slash’s Revenge’ this week.
⇒ For a sneak peek of the new chapter, please click on the ‘Keep reading’ link below…
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Chapter 39 - A Lack of Compassion ★★COMING SOON★★
“That’s it, D. Just four more to go and you’re done for the day. You got this, bro.”
Donatello had to bite his tongue for fear of saying something he’d later regret. He knew his baby brother was only trying to help, but Mikey wasn’t the one in extreme pain.
The rather intense physical therapy regimen Master Splinter had developed to get Donatello back into shape was far more difficult than the genius turtle had anticipated. Sure, he had realized there would be some discomfort involved. But this? So soon? Donatello hated to admit it, but right about now, he much preferred being bedridden over this. Having his family wait on him hand and foot felt a heck of a lot better than doing therapy.
Gritting his teeth through the agony, Donatello somehow managed to get through the last four repetitions of the exercise routine before promptly collapsing into a heap on the Dojo floor. His whole body ached something awful, but his wounded shoulder was making the loudest protest. Maybe that was because Master Splinter had focused most of his rehabilitation program on regaining mobility in Donatello’s left arm. Of all his injuries, the shoulder was proving to be the most difficult to heal. After ten days’ worth of resting the arm, Donatello still could barely lift it above his chest. Not for lack of trying. The limb just wouldn’t cooperate, much to the wounded turtle’s continued frustration.
Master Splinter helped Donatello into a sitting position and carefully slipped the intellectual turtle’s arm back into its sling. The arm was definitely showing some signs of improvement, but not so much that it didn’t require the aid of the sling.
“You did well, my son. How do you feel?”
Unable to hide a telltale grimace, Donatello clutched his injured shoulder with his right hand, hoping the added pressure might help relieve the pain.
No such luck…
“Like I just got hit by a double-decker bus.”
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To be continued soon…
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*Story Summary: Sometimes, sorry really is the hardest word.
*Note:This one-shot takes place after the episode ‘Slash and Destroy.’ It’s a companion piece to my works ‘Mikey’s Worst Move Ever’ and ‘Slash’s Revenge.’
*Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles franchise.
In the history of rotten days, this had to be one of the worst. Hamato Donatello breathed out a sullen sigh that no one could actually hear. Unlike him, the rest of his family was probably fast asleep by now, but he just could not seem to settle into a comfortable position. This was not for lack of trying. He had spent the lion’s share of the past hour shifting in his bed, vainly attempting to find peace, but alas, comfort was not meant to be. Maybe that’s because he had been beaten to a pulp not all that long ago.
Everythinghurt.
Whether he laid on his side, his front, or his back, the pain would radiate throughout his body. A harsh, relentless reminder of what had happened that night.
That awful, awful night.
Pushing himself up into a sitting position, Donatello wearily gazed out at the shadows enveloping his room. Something about the darkness sent a chill creeping up and down his spine.
It was so menacing.
So very sinister.
So eerily reminiscent.
A whimper threatened to escape the confines of his parched throat as a flood of memories came rushing back without mercy. Disturbing memories he’d just as soon forget…
*Story Summary: Sometimes, sorry really is the hardest word.
*Note:This one-shot takes place after the episode ‘Slash and Destroy.’ It’s a companion piece to my works ‘Mikey’s Worst Move Ever’ and ‘Slash’s Revenge.’
*Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles franchise.
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Missed Opportunities *SNEAK PEEK*
In the history of rotten days, this had to be one of the worst. Hamato Donatello breathed out a sullen sigh that no one could actually hear. Unlike him, the rest of his family was probably fast asleep by now, but he just could not seem to settle into a comfortable position. This was not for lack of trying. He had spent the lion’s share of the past hour shifting in his bed, vainly attempting to find peace, but alas, comfort was not meant to be. Maybe that’s because he had been beaten to a pulp not all that long ago.
Everythinghurt.
Whether he laid on his side, his front, or his back, the pain would radiate throughout his body. A harsh, relentless reminder of what had happened that night.
That awful, awful night.
Pushing himself up into a sitting position, Donatello wearily gazed out at the shadows enveloping his room. Something about the darkness sent a chill creeping up and down his spine.
It was so menacing.
So very sinister.
So eerily reminiscent.
A whimper threatened to escape the confines of his parched throat as a flood of memories came rushing back without mercy. Disturbing memories he’d just as soon forget…
*Story Summary: Sometimes, sorry really is the hardest word.
*Note:This one-shot takes place after the episode ‘Slash and Destroy.’ It’s a companion piece to my works ‘Mikey’s Worst Move Ever’ and ‘Slash’s Revenge.’
*Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles franchise.
In the history of rotten days, this had to be one of the worst. Hamato Donatello breathed out a sullen sigh that no one could actually hear. Unlike him, the rest of his family was probably fast asleep by now, but he just could not seem to settle into a comfortable position. This was not for lack of trying. He had spent the lion’s share of the past hour shifting in his bed, vainly attempting to find peace, but alas, comfort was not meant to be. Maybe that’s because he had been beaten to a pulp not all that long ago.
Everythinghurt.
Whether he laid on his side, his front, or his back, the pain would radiate throughout his body. A harsh, relentless reminder of what had happened that night.
That awful, awful night.
Pushing himself up into a sitting position, Donatello wearily gazed out at the shadows enveloping his room. Something about the darkness sent a chill creeping up and down his spine.
It was so menacing.
So very sinister.
So eerily reminiscent.
A whimper threatened to escape the confines of his parched throat as a flood of memories came rushing back without mercy. Disturbing memories he’d just as soon forget…
