8. Chapter 8 (1/2)
a little late, but merry christmas and a happy new year. i was planning to post on christmas eve, but i had some craziness pop up and i couldn't get around to proof checking, so here it is a few days later, besides, typing in kraang is next to freaking impossible...i read and reread, but could never honestly type it to where i felt it was legit! shout out to my friend who found me limited edition tmnt comics and a poster (i'm such a dork :p). plus i have been spending a lot of my time honing my art skills to finally be able to draw the 2012 nick style turtles. i actually spent two days drawing oroku saki and karai on a poster for an old fan fiction i might end up posting on here as well...anyway, merry late christmas and enjoy...
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leo leaned against the wall beside his prison bunk, angrily watching the young cat girl who was busy picking at her nails, with a boring look glossing over her already bitter expression. she lazily half-leaned against the desk, deliberately looking anywhere but at her new cell mate. leonardo sourly adjusted his shoulders, crossed his arms over his torso, and huffed for the specific reason of
eaking the hateful silence. he narrowed his eyes dramatically when she looked up at him questionably, sitting up quickly when she lowered her hand and straightened her stance.
"can i help you, drama-queen?" she sighed coarsely.
a discreet rumble echoed through leo's stomach, although he tried to conceal his hunger with a straight face, trying to will the hunger away. despite his poker face, katana's cat-like hearing picked up on the vi
ations, as a sly smirk slid up her lips, "awww...baby's hungry." she mocked icily, "suck it up, fruitcake, we get two square meals, no spares, no sharing, no sneaking...that's the rules." she muttered bitterly, then laughed under her
eath, "but you're in luck, cry-baby,
eakfast is in five. maybe after that you'll shut up!"
leo ripped his gaze away from the rude young woman and instead rested his eyes on the small, electronically barred window in the high corner of the cell above the desk. it was positioned at the right distance where you could look out if you stood on top of the desk below, though it probably wouldn't prove too helpful due to the fact that the window was only inches from the ground on the other side, which showed the actuality of the cell block being a good ten feet under ground. he gazed at the small rays of light that slipped into the barely lit cell, wondering how the world was fairing on the other side. the sun slipped through the window and laid itself across leo's face, stinging his eyes and making him squint
iefly before they adjusted. the determination to escape flooded every inch of instinct as he pictured the worried faces of his
other's, friends, and father. there had to be a way out! there must be!
"don't think i didn't see that hopeful look..." katana's voice slash through his thoughts like a cold knife. he jerked his head back to face her again, his peaceful expression altering back to his cold calculating look. katana rolled her eyes, "don't even bother thinking about an escape, unless you want to die." a sudden swoosh sound silenced kat in a wave of fear, which only furthered to raise leo's hostility more as six kraang bots barged their way into the cell, guns drawn and ready to fire.
"the one's known as prisoner x and prisoner 1115 must do the action of laying themselves on what is known as the floor." leo watched as katana did what was instructed, lying herself flat on the ground as three of the bots rushed over to her. leo watched in shock as she allowed one of the bots to cuff her, stand her up, and walk her out of the room, only furthering to surprise him when she obeyed without a peep. just as they were about to turn the corner, kat looked back at leonardo, who blatantly refused to do what the kraang demanded. with a look of defeat in her eyes, she spoke lowly to him, her tone showing every emotion that represented both resentment and fear for the kraang, "just do it, dumbass, it's not worth fighting for."
leo looked at her, then at the three remaining kraang, then back up at katana as she was pushed out of his sight. he groaned, followed by a sigh, then lowered himself to the ground, placing his hands behind his shell. he felt the frigid touch of the cold metal floor against his cheek and the front of his body while the kraang cuffed his hands behind his back. he then purposely went limp when the kraang droids pulled him to his feet, blatantly making it harder for the bots to pull him to his feet. he growled at the bots, then hoofed it out of the cell, feeling an aggressive nudge with the barrel of a kraang gun in his back every so often.