8. Chapter 8 (2/2)
he looked ahead at katana and the three robots leading her down the hallway. to his bewilderment, her outgoing, outspoken personality had seemed to flip on a dime. her haughty, strong stance withered away to a submissive, meek stature, with her shoulders slumped and her head held low. leonardo barely noticed her glancing her gaze back at him, barely even moving her head to look back. her eyes seemed to show a threatening, yet concerned glare, almost telling him that everything will be alright and not to screw anything up.
'kat...what's going on.' he unwittingly asked her from the safety of his mind.
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donnie sat at his computer with a tired, drained look, checking camera after camera for anything to do with his older
other. he had reached his fourth hour of total lab lock down, and the sound silence was slowly starting to drive him mad. as he flipped through scene after scene, something out of order grazed his attention, grabbing just barely that he didn't even notice until he was two channels past it. his eyes bulged, and his hastily flipped back two channels. the scene opened up with four kraang droids, all loading canisters of mutagen into a white van in the discretion of a darkened downtown alleyway. donnie scrambled to twist and turn sound dials before he would miss anything said between the four bots. static and screeching sounds rang through the lab until the static began to sound like voices, kraang voices. donnie sat back, pressed record, then watched the screen intently, not looking away for anything. donatello noticed an unsettling difference in mutagen they packed away. instead of it's normal sea blue tinge, is was a dark red, a dark, blood red. he took a second to zoom in on the mutagen, examining it closely.
"what on earth?!" he pulled his shell-cell out and snapped a picture of one of the canisters, then continued to watch the video, reclining against the back of the chair again, propping his feet up on the desk. "it's just another mutagen shipment."
the kraang voices through the speaker blared, "kraang must increase the pace of storing the mutagen that will be used for the use of prisoner experiments." donnie cocked his head to the side as he listened more intently, "kraang must also increase the pace to the place known as the prison. kraang was informed of the arrival of a new prisoner to the place known as the prison."
'prison...new prisoner?' donnie wondered.
"was kraang also informed of the importance of the one who is known as the new prisoner?" another kraang droid inquired with it's metallic monotoned voice.
"kraang was not informed of such information." the first bot shook it's metal head.
"the one who is the new prisoner was formally known as the one who is the leader of the turtles." donnie's jaw dropped.
donatello's face shifted from one emotion to the next, starting with what looked like shock and confusion, then realization and horror, then seemed to rest on both worry and relief. he was indeed relieved that leo wasn't dead, but of course, worry for his condition in this prison he had only learned of seconds ago was far more prominent. his mind suddenly drew a blank, and his world robbed of all sound and color, leaving him in limbo. the overall thought of his
other alone in this kraang prison was overwhelming, though he knew perfectly well that he could fend for himself. still, the fact that leo, of all people was being held captive in a kraang facility sounded preposterous, and really shook donnie's stability to the core.
all at once, his senses came back and he shot to his feet, racing out of the lab, slamming the door behind him, and running down the hallway, calling out for his two remaining
others and father.