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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 1 year

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The fall part 3 (final part)

Mob! Donnie child AU

Summery: Donnie is young and hasn’t quite learned to hate the world yet. He’s fighting for his and his family’s freedom but when you’re locked in chains, do you bite the hand that holds the keys? Who can really be trusted?

Warnings: dark, murder mentions, dead body mention, descriptions of gore, gore in general, mentions of being held against your will, violence, child abuse ect. Just dark, so take caution.

It was a piercing sound, loud, high pitched- a woman's scream they all guessed. The cause still unknown, Donatello, his brothers and his father left their quarters to investigate.

They saw the crowd before anything, it took some time getting there as the gathering was at the edge of the forest. People running away pale faced and sickly looking. One person even left to throw up.

"This has got to be bad" whispered Raphael. "Like.... World is ending bad."

Getting closer, ignoring the evil eyes of their freak show counterparts, they waded their way through the crowd. It was easier for the children being small and able to weave between people. Splinter was at the back of their little party trying to use his height as an advantage to see over the sea of people. When they got to the front, Donnie wished they hadn't.

It was Jenna or, use to be Jenna? What was left of Jenna? Cut up almost beyond recognition. If it weren't for her wearing the same pair of colourful tights Donnie had seen her in the day before he wouldn't have known who was lying there before him. "WHORE" carved into her stomach, her eyes hollowed out, stab wounds on every inch of flesh visible and her mouth split open either side into a ghastly grin-like effect. It was chilling. She lay there, pale and still. Part of Donnie wanted to cover her up, bring her to one of the trash can fires and keep her warm but she was beyond help.

A firm hand was placed on Donatello's shoulder and he looked up to see his father ushering him away from the scene- a stern look in his eye. It was only in this moment Donnie realised he was crying.

As they took their leave of the commotion, they began to hear the murmurs of the crowd:

"Who could do something like this?", "I always liked her, she was one of the good ones, y'know?", "It's not like they can get the cops involved, we're an illegal freak show!", "It takes a real monster to go through with something like this".

The family headed back to their room, Splinter did not want his children anywhere near this. If there was a killer on the loose, his son's would not be the next victims.

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It was late in the evening, Donatello was lying on his sore excuse for a bed and staring at the ceiling. The others were still talking about the events of the morning, every gory detail being replayed and relived. Donnie's mind was on something else: what about Frank? Where was he? He surely knows by now, he must be so upset. These thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise. Glass shattering against the outside of their cell. Splinter went to investigate.

There was a scuffle, raised voices and then silence as Splinter returned, his eyes fixed on Donatello.

"Is there something you need to tell me?" Splinter's words were grave in tone. Donnie swallowed hard.

"Frank-" he tried to begin but was interupted.

"Frank did this! You realise that, don't you? Your precious Frank killed a woman but what I want to know is how you're involved! Frank has left, rode off into the night, getting away with everything he has done! I've just had to defend you from being mobbed by the people out there who have placed you as the last person to see her alive! What have you done, Donatello?" His voice reverberated around the room for seemingly minutes. Harsh as the lashes they faced hen they did not perform well enough. Visions of that bright future that he'd been promised not so much slipped away and crumbled in his mind. He would never see the country, he would forever be confined to this dark and dank room with his family who, in this moment, hate him. Bitterness like bile rose from the back of his throat. Donnie knew loneliness and anger, but this was his first taste of betrayal. It was butter.

Donnie took a deep breath before opening his mouth to explain.

Afterwards, his brothers would not look him in the eyes. "accomplice" was the word Leo was using. Bad as the person holding the knife. Next best thing to a murderer.

The abuse from the others in the camp increased, if it was awful before it became unbearable. But, somehow, something shifted in Donnie. He no longer cried himself to sleep. He stopped biting his tongue against the arguments his brothers would try to incite, he grew cold and distant. It was defeat, a fall from grace.

In years time, when he is a man and fully grown, he would find Frank. Some dive bar a few miles outside of Texas, drinking his retirement fund and gambling it away over cards. He would let him think he was the same naive boy that he met in a freak show some 15 years earlier and invite him to a hotel for whiskey. Only then would Frank be allowed to see him for who he truly is- what he made him into. They'd find Frank's body pulled apart and mutilated in various different parts of the state. But it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

-Fin-