Eighteenth Theory [Incidental Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don tends to leave his journal open while he's working. Residents who listen to the daily chatter have probably gotten used to his incomprehensible muttering, rhetorical questions, and strange mechanical noises. Today, though, they hear something quite different:]

What is it, Raph? [Shuffling noise. Indrawn breath.] So that's what they look like. [Loud crash.] Is it really necessary to destroy my lab? [Horrible rending noise.] It doesn't matter. I can build those again. You're mine, now. [A brief scuffle. A heavy thump.]

[Silence.]

((Hiatus. At least until the 15th, maybe longer. Leaving the country, no internet, tl;dr I'll be having fun while Don suffers. I'll make it up to him when I get back.))

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph hears his name spoken from the other room and doesn't lift his eyes from the book he's been reading.] 'M in here.

[But the loud crash jolts him back to reality, and he stands to sprint to his brother's room.]

Everything okay - [He cuts himself off as terror injects into his bloodstream. The place is in ruins; his brother is gone.] N-no...[He steps forward into the room. Alone.] Don!? NO!

[Rage overtakes shock and he begins screaming blindly at the ceiling.]

You afraid of me, you Malnosso bastards!? You wanna mess with us!?

[He lowers his voice, snarling darkly.] Take me. I'm all yours.

[All he can do is sit and wait in the wreckage of his brothers' room, breathing hard through grit teeth, blind and deaf to the rest of the world.]

[sniperkingftw.livejournal.com]

[ ...damn. Makes a careful note to be on the lookout for you. ]

[Voice] / not expecting a tag back, just there because Smoker WOULD ask

[justicereigns]

The hell? Donatello? You all right?