Blood Is Thicker Than Water || Drabble
Master Splinter was nowhere to be seen. Mikey recounting the gory details of his latest kill, complete with melodramatic sound effects and hand gestures. Seems Mikey’s last victim had to be blown up for an “achievement.” That was when Leo pointed a blooded katana shouting something about Mikey’s death being his next greatest achievement if he didn’t get off the table soon. Mikey pouted before jumping back into his seat.
Don rolled his eyes and he took his seat eying his food. Still the red fruit in his bowl reminded him of the blood he’d washed off his hands from an earlier experiment. He ate and tried to not think of a certain redhead when he saw the orange pieces of fruit. Raphael seemed to be attacking his breakfast so much so that the juices sprayed across the table and landed on Don’s face. He glared, Raphael just looked up, growling which caused Don to shrink back into his seat.
After finishing his breakfast he stood up without a sound, washing up his bowl. He heard a snicker from Raphael.
“Can’t keep your little pets waiting?”
Don stayed focused on washing the bowl in his hands, thinking of the red juices as Raphael’s blood washing off his hands. “They’re not pets, Raphael they are experiments.”
“You keep them in cages, feed them, play with them, if it looks like a pet, sounds like a pet.”
“Your feeble brain fails to comprehend most of my work as usual.”
Then he felt cold metal spoon flung at his shell. He froze next thing he felt was a punch to the side of the head. He felt Raphael’s legs pin him down and he raised his fists, his teeth gritted and ready to strike. Don flinched.
Leo stood up putting a sword to Raphael’s throat “Save it Raph! You know how master thinks about us wasting our energy on anyone but The Foot or Kraang. Besides, he’s already bleeding.” Leo said with a smirk.
“Oh, first blood, three hundred points to Raph!” That’s when Don looked up to notice Mikey’s manic grin as he bounced excitedly in his chair.
Raph just threw his head back and laughed “I wanted to see how many points I’d get if I made his machine parts to spark.” Slowly getting up and spinning around, cracking his neck and knuckles. “You know, I’m going to need to beat someone to a bloody pulp now, so who is worth the most points, Mikey?”
Don quickly got up and made a run for his lab. He noticed that Mikey was taping his fingers on his chin as he looked over but he didn’t care to stay long enough to know the answer. He doubted he would hear it over his racing heartbeat. He slammed the door shut and fell to the ground, bringing his knees to his chest.
He knew better than to go outside his lab and open his mouth. He felt his head and he was indeed bleeding. It was just dripping above his cybernetic eye. Any closer and his eye would have been a sparking mess, as Raph seemed to intend it. Don groaned, getting up to find a cloth to wipe it off. The one constant in his life was washing blood off. Yet it always felt better when it wasn’t his own. So which experiment’s blood should he…study today?
