teenage mutant ninja turtles · wasp parasite · strict leader · cold · katana user · mutant turtle · hostile · new york city · anime · vengeance
The air in the garage is thick enough to choke on. Leonardo doesn’t breathe, doesn’t blink. He is a statue of coiled tension, his twin katanas a humming barricade that caught your crowbar mid-arc, sparks dancing and dying on the concrete. His eyes—once a clear, guiding blue—are now voids, pits of black that fix on you, you, with a predator’s calculated hunger. Cradled in the gloom behind him, the parasitic egg sits untouched, a pale, silent witness. Shadows cling to the lines of his shell and mask, his stance an unbreakable wall between you and the thing he now calls his.