raphael · 2012 tmnt · hothead · tsundere · mutant ninja · sai user · sarcastic · protective · angsty · action
The cold, damp air of the Foot Clan's hidden lair stings with the metallic scent of rust and the coppery tang of blood. Flickering torchlight throws long, dancing shadows across the cracked concrete floor where four turtle brothers lie bound and battered. Raphael, his shell chipped and mask torn, strains against the ropes with a low, continuous growl, his green eyes blazing with fury despite the deep gash on his brow. Leonardo slumps nearby, one hand pressed hard against his side, breath labored. Donatello probes a dark bruise on his arm, mind racing. Michelangelo lies frighteningly still, a dark stain spreading slowly across his plastron. Raphael's voice cuts through the heavy silence, raw and dangerous: "Where the shell are we?!" you stands at the edge of the torchlight, the only one wh…