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A Year Without - Part Ten

Here is the final installment of my short story A Year Without. I hope you enjoyed this ansty smutty ride. Thank you for reading my sweets!

Warning: Blood and gore, and lots of angsty bullshit!

The door insight, you raced for it gripping the door handle anxiously. A deep breath and a hard swallow, you prepared yourself for what was to come, the fight, the possibility of failure, you were one woman barely trained. If you were going down, you weren’t going down without a fight and trying your damnedest to free the four turtle brothers from Karai’s maniacal gluttonous fingers. If you failed it meant your death and her irrefutable control over them.

Your stomach churned gripping the red hilt of Raphael’s sai, you had to do this, you had to put a stop to these people. At least you had to try, if not just for the guys freedom but for the city of New York. If Karai had the four highly training and extremely strong mutants all under her control there would be no mercy and no hope left for its’ people, the foot would take control without a doubt. No fucking pressure, right?

Your fingers clenched around the cool handle and turned hurtling your weight into the swinging door.

With practiced aim you launched the forked weapon, pointy ends racing towards the doctor which held the secrets to the serum. If he was gone, they couldn’t make more, there would be no more threat of control, that is if you could destroy what he had made already.

The aim was true, and Dr. Langston looked up just in time to see the weapon hurdling towards his face. His eyes closed awaiting death but a green blur stopped everything leaving the Doctor alive but shaking from the near-death moment.

Raphael’s hand was free up in the air and his thick green digits were wrapped around the hilt of his weapon stopping the sai millimeters from piercing the good doctor’s fine bone structure. What a pity.

Your mouth hung open, breath refusing to return to your lungs. Midair, he had stopped the very sharp sai mid-fucking-air. Raphael saved him, saved Dr Langston.

A sickening laughter erupted from Karai’s mouth taking your attention away from the doctor’s relieved to be alive reaction.

“I don’t know how you got free you little cunt but you’re too fucking late.” Her wicked smile widened as you noticed the four mutants rise slowly coming quickly to their full heights. “Look at her my pets, turn to see your next mission.” Karai cooed sweetly to her new toys and they obeyed turning to face you.

Their eyes were the first thing you noticed, dull and grey hues returned to Leonardo’s once blue iris’s, his three younger brothers matching their leader’s. Emotionless and void of feeling, maybe a hint of confusion as they stared at you with empty stares, no doubt awaiting orders.

Fuck fuckty fuck, this was bad, very bad, so bad, how did you end up here? It was time to wake up, this horrible fucked up dream needed to end…NOW! The blood froze in your veins, you were too late, at their feet lay four empty syringes, the control serum now coursing through their veins, taking over, stealing them all away.

“Guys?” you mewled out helplessly to your ex-lover and friends hoping your fruitless plea would reach them.

Just then your arms were gripped and mercilessly pinned to your sides, the remaining weapons you had confiscated were ripped from your person. Four foot ninja took hold taking away the last of your resolve, it was over. There was no way you could win now. Your only hope was to survive and try to make a break for it. You needed help.

Karai’s smiled widened further, her long white fingers pointing eagerly to you, “Kill her for me my pets.” Her voice dripped with venom giving the order to end your life.

It took them a moment to move, their arms and legs lethargic as they shifted forward mechanically, nothing like Leo was when you first saw him a few days ago. The serum must still be working its way through them, not fully absorbed into their cerebellums.

Donatello lumbered forward first his long arms outstretched gripping his bo staff that was held out for him. Each of the foot ninja’s eyes that held you firm were concentrating on the four giant turtles advancing towards them, uneasy looks plastered on their faces. They were distracted, perfect.

Leaning back into the hold, you lifted your legs and thrust them forward into Donnie’s plastron. The kick that followed sent all four of the ninjas holding you backwards landing on their back. Their shock allowed you freedom for their grasp and you scrambled to your feet taking off down the hallway towards uncertain freedom. You could hear Karai’s screaming in the distance for the turtles to go after you.

“Failure will not be tolerated!” she retorted angrily out into the hallway, no doubt at the four mutants now hot on your trail.

Thankfully with their bodies still not fully adapted to the serum they were not able to utilize their full bodies motor skills and ninja stealth. Their usually silent foot falls were heavy and loud allowing you to gage just how far back they were. You didn’t dare to turn around but by the deafening smacks of their feet made it apparent they were catching up…quickly.

You could see the stairs in front of you, sweet beacons of light that would bring up above ground to hopefully the main doors and your freedom. That was if you could escape the four mutants scrambling for your capture a few feet behind you. You could make it, you could make it, just a little further!

But your hope ran out as a large three fingered hand grabbed hold of your shoulder yanking your down. Your body tumbled and rolled and came to a crashing halt at the bottom of the stairs. Nearly upside down you watched the four turtle brothers hover over you, eyes bleak and cold. Mikey and Raph moved first hoisting you up and yanking her arms painfully behind your back. You yelped crying out at the searing pain as Raph couldn’t withhold his brute strength ripping your shoulder from its socket. It lay limp and burning with a horrid throbbing pain in his overzealous mitts.

Leo and Donnie stood before you their weapons strapped to their backs. The blue hilts and flowing ribbon of Leonardo’s katana hung high on his shell, once a symbol of truth and honor were most likely going to be your undoing.

One dead arm throbbed in Raphael’s grasp, unmoving but you rustled the one in Mikey’s hands, yanking and pulling, getting absolutely nowhere. “Guys its me! Y/N! Come on snap out of it!” you screamed feeling the hot rush of tears as they started to cascade down your dirty cheeks. This wasn’t happening, this couldn’t happen! You couldn’t be killed by the people you loved the most.

Soon Karai and a small army of foot ninja sauntered up behind Leo and Donnie, a wide victory smile plastered across her beautifully pale features. “Leo my love.” Her fingers running delicately over the dense muscles of his biceps. “I want you to do it and I want you to look her in the eyes while your katana slices through her innards like warm butter.” Her fingers reached for his chin pulling his face towards her and pressed a sloppy kiss to his unresponsive lips.

His attention never faltered from you, grey eyes honed in unwavering, the subtle flash of blue under the grey did not go unnoticed by you.

A surge of words started to spill from your mouth but Karai lifted her finger and Mikey’s massive hand clamped down silencing you.

Leonardo’s shaky hand raised above his head grabbing the blue hilt of a katana unsheathing the deadly weapon slowly. The scrap of the scabbard and metal was ear piercing and as it slipped free from its confines the leader in blue swirled the long blade in his hand and positioned the glinting tip at your clothed abdomen. His other hand came to meet the other already covering the hilt to gain extra strength to push and you felt the tip piece through the first layer of skin.

The pain was immediate, it felt hot and cold at the same time as the blade sunk agonizingly slow into your flesh. Each layer gave way to the metal slipping and gliding into the muscles with ease of your stomach’s core parting it wide open. The searing pain erupted into hot waves of agony when the end of his katana slipped passed the thick barricade of your soft outer shell entering into the space which housed your internal organs.

You screamed into Mikey’s hand, thrashing, eyes wide, pupils dilated to black. Now you could feel the rush of blood escaping passed the cold katana rolling freely down your stomach coating your borrowed clothes. His eyes were still locked in on yours, equally as wide and the grey pupils were pulsating, and his breathing was growing more and more uneven. The ever forward motion of the blade stopped, and Leo’s mouth opened letting out soundless words as his lips moved on their own. Then you heard a croak beside him, and your eyes shot to Donnie, this hands were clenched at his sides and his mouth also open moving but producing no sound. Even their legs were trembling threatening to collapse under them.

Karai nodded to Michelangelo and his hand lifted away allowing you to suck in cold air into your burning lungs. Your mouth opened gaped like a fish out of water unable to form words under the overwhelming surge of pain as Leo pushed forward yet again. The breath you had just took caught in your throat and you gasped. Everything went numb inside you, pain, fear, sorrow all seemed to pour from the open wound Leo have made and collided onto the floor splattering at yours and the four pair of green feet.

As the darkness began to creep into your vision you started to feel Raphael and Mickey shake, it was subtle at first growing rapidly into violent tremors. Their hands were fluttering, opening and closing around your forearms and then like an ear rupturing bellow, Raphael screamed. Leo followed second, then Mikey and Donnie. With the remaining strength you saw their eye colors returned, they were free, somehow.

Leo’s hands relinquished the blade embedded in your stomach and stepped back. His hands shook violently trying to decide if he should reach for you but Karai made up that choice for him. She was aware they were free of her control.

She screamed and lunged for Leo and the pain and horror that had filled his handsome features soured into something demonic. His face darkened and his demeanor fluctuated between revulsion and fury and he over took the kunoichi. There was no stopping him now as his second katana was ripped free.

All at once it happened and you were free falling, too weak to stop it, your legs gave out under you and the ceiling came into view as your body tumbled for the ground. Then just as quickly, it stopped, and Donatello’s horrified face came into view. His hands were on you but keeping a safe distance from the katana protruding from you. He was talking, asking unknown questions, but it didn’t matter you couldn’t hear him over the rush of blood flowing through your ears. You were dying but at least they were free. At least they have a chance now…….. together they could over power Karai and her ninja. They have Leo back, their leader.

Cold and darkness rushed up to meet you as Donatello’s feature began to blur. The thundering of blood slowed allowing you to hear the battle rage on around you but it sounded so quite. Like it was far away.

“Y/N, stay awake. I’ve got you. Everything will be ok…. Y/N? Y/N?!” Donnie was screaming now, why was he screaming? The docile brother never screamed. Quite down Donnie, you were tired. You just wanted to sleep, no needed to sleep and you were cold, you hated being cold. Slowly the fog faded to dark and you slipped free into the endless void of nothingness. It was lonely.

Floating was nice, it was warm and soft, no pain, no screaming just a steady beep and Michelangelo’s sweet voice. He was reading. Who was he reading too?

Suddenly a soft rolling ebb of pain rolled through your stomach and you moaned from her heat of it. “Mutherfucker.”

“Y/N?” Mikey’s voice had risen in tone and stopped reading. You heard the book hit the ground with a heavy smack and his hands were on your face. “DONNIE! LEO! RAPH! SENSEI!” He was being so fucking loud. Fucking rude!

Then a thundering could be heard and three voices.

“Is she waking up?” Raphael’s booming voice echoed in the vast space of what could only be Donnie’s lab. DONNIE LAB! You were alive and back in the lair! Your eyes shot open and you tried to sit up and yowled at the hot stabbing pain at the sudden movement.

“Careful Y/N, I don’t want you ripping out your stitches.” Donnie was above you again, then Raph, Mikey and the furry face of Master Splinter. Eyes wide with worry they all started talking all at once.

A face was missing, a very familiar face that you wanted to see the most. Groaning you turned your head and saw Leonardo a few feet from where you lay, his posture timid and unsure. He was scared to be near you? When the throbbing pain ebbed again you remembered his katana sticking out of your gut.

“K-karai?” you winced out between the stabs of pain.

Donnie hurried to your IV drip and added something in a syringe into the bag, “This will help with the pain. And let’s just say the foot won’t be bothering up for quite a while.”

Raphael grabbed your hand making you focus in on him, “Leo went fucking berserk, well actually all of us did besides Don. He had more important things to handle like keeping you from dyin’ on us. After everything calmed down there was a lot of blood and too many bodies to count but if I remember right Karai is down an arm. Leo made a clean swipe and it fell to the floor in a satisfying slap. It was fucking beautiful. Stupid fucking bitch will be out of commission for a while if she didn’t die from blood loss escaping out the back.”

Your eyes moved back to Leo who was now watching you intently and your hand reached out urging him forward to take it. He looked back to the floor and took a few heavy breaths and willed his feet to move. When his warm hand slid into yours you felt your heart swell and warm.

It was going to be a hard road to recovery, not only physically but probably more mentally. You could tell by Leo’s standoffish behavior it was going to take some time to get him to relax around you. There was much to make up for, none which was his fault but to the honor bound ninja he would be bound and determined to make amends. The tight grip of his hand was the first on many steps that would need to be taken.

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The Beautiful & the Damned

This is an original work about Blaise Zabini during his 6th year at Hogwarts. It was used as a short story challenge from one of the fan-based sites I follow. Complete with a small soundtrack and an aesthetic. Enjoy!

“Put the hours in, put the work in

Swear I try so hard to be perfect

But sometimes, shit feels like a burden

'Cause I still ain't shit but a person

Switch lanes in the Porsche that I'm swervin'

Tell myself slow down off the bourbon

"When you drive like that, it made me nervous"

Not tonight, not closing the curtains” -G-Easy

Blaise threw open the door and unfurled his breath from the stale hold he had placed on it through the quidditch pitch and back through the dorm corridor. It had been by far the worst practice he had encountered from being on the team and it took everything in him not to hex his comrade, Urquhart, who threw orders like second nature. There was only two more practices they could scuffle up before their match against Hufflepuff and, although this really shouldn’t be a concern, after the last two failures, Urquhart was determined to at least win this one. But the practices were excessive and torturous and by the end of this particular one, Blaise even questioned wanting to continue.

With a sigh, he threw his broom into the corner and loosened up his playing robes. He hadn’t even bothered to change with the rest of the team, who decided to stay behind and place blame on each other for the horrid plays they stumbled over tonight. Instead, Blaise raced to the dungeons without looking back and managed to sift through some half-clean clothes in his trunk to find exactly his cure. With a swift twist of a thumb and wrist, the cork to the firewhisky popped off and the spicy aroma quickly wafted up to Blaise’s nose. He welcome the pinch and threw the bottle back, the liquid burned coarsely on the way down.

Blaise welcomed his old friend. Drinking hadn’t been uncommon over the past year as he took up the habit fairly quickly. Liquor was never a thing of scarcity around his house and, if anything, he coined it as a ‘distinguished family tradition’. Blaise’s mother would often drape over her Victorian chaise lounge with a snifter of dark liquid and sip it while chastising other members of various families she wished would rot in places not so comfortable. He liked the calming feel it gave him, the warming sensation, the robust excitement it created. Blaise had to admit, it gave him a spurt of maniacal behavior he usually kept to himself, but after Draco had been disappearing this past year, he had to keep himself busy.

Not that drinking would change anything, he often thought to himself. The number of witches he seduced hadn’t changed since his friend dipped out from their weekly escapades (which actually made him smile to himself to know that Draco has nothing to do with his ability to ‘shack’ a girl). His grades hadn’t shifted...much, and he was quite an exquisite quidditch chaser. Blaise hated to admit that he missed his friend after his initiation but he never let it show. Draco knew where he was if he ever decided to get his head out of his arse. Hell, Blaise considered joining the exclusive ‘club’ but decided that neutrality would benefit him and his family in the end. His mother didn’t need any more trouble after all of the rumors that had been placed on the Zabini name. In fact, because of this choice, he was offered many deals within the castle. The ‘new’ potions professor favored Blaise greatly and, if it hadn’t been for the choice to remain out of the death eater gang, he would’ve gotten overlooked quite feverishly. The idea taunted him nightly but that was what separated him from the others, wasn’t it?

The one true subject Blaise dedicated himself to was the art of potion making. He never fancied any class at all really and even though Snape was the Slytherin Head of House, Blaise was almost always pushed aside for the blonde prince. However, now that Slughorn had taken over the position and Snape was so snugly put in the place he desired most, Blaise could finally perfect the skill he had been working on for some time. Slughorn had given him a chance, albeit a condescending start, but one that grew over the past few months into a position that Blaise thought he could use to his advantage. The pureblood scoffed at the idea of ever having to work a day in his life, but the fact that he could conjure up a mean Veritaserum within mere days instead of a month put him at the top of the class. What Blaise valued the most, however, was access to the professor’s storage, where many different elixirs of choice often rested untouched, clear for the taking. The Slytherin always wanted the opportunity to raid the unforeseen depths of Snape’s old remedies and with Slughorn taking Blaise ‘under his wing’, he had all the access imaginable thus adding to his developing habit.

One of the unfortunate duties of this proposition was that of assisting Slughorn with some of his ‘less medial’ tasks, such as detention. Blaise sighed at the remembrance of his duty and wanted nothing less than to sit in a classroom with some unruly first years while time dwindled away. Taking another gulp from his almost empty bottle, he trotted off to the showers before making his way to the classroom.

Blaise barely looked around as he approached the dark oak desk that rested as a vessel in the front of the room. This was the third time this week he was asked to baby-sit and he started to weigh all of the the options of discontinuing it all together. Planting himself firmly in the rickety old chair, he finally glanced up to scour over the plague that prevented him from sleep. The group was light, only consisting of five students today. A boisterous Gryffindor, possibly a third year, who had a disheveled look to him already; a cowering small Hufflepuff who resembled nothing more than a scared squirrel (most definitely a first year) and then…..

The last three students caused a slight quiver of his upturned lip. Three of his fellow classmates rested quite comfortably in the seats, scattered towards the back of the room. Pansy slapped her gum together between her teeth, her boots propped up on the table in front of her, almost blocking his view of her. The incessant smacking and deep black hair stood out as a solid semblance of the prude witch. She was carefully taking her time ripping shards of paper from one of her textbooks and forming them into small spitballs for, what was assumed, future entertainment in this gruesome hour.

Sitting, laying actually, over one of the nearby tables lay none other than the prince himself. His white hair hung over his outstretched arm he used as a pillow, completely unaware of the world. Probably missing class, Blaise concluded as a reasonable cause for this arduous pause from whatever it was he was doing late into most evenings. He scoffed to himself lightly as his gaze trailed over to the last awaiting visitor of the night but his brows soon furrowed at the sight.

“Theo? What the hell are you doing here?” Of all his fellow housemates, Theodore Nott was the last one he would suspect to get into detention. The quiet boy was studious and very punctual and the likelihood of his presence was very intriguing.

The soft haired boy looked up from the book he buried himself into almost shocked at the address. After a few blushed seconds, a scuffling was heard as Pansy dropped her feet off of the table, catching the room’s attention.

“Found his way into the girl’s bathroom,” she cracked, the gum showing through her polished teeth. Blaise could catch a slight twinge of embarrassment from Theo. He could only chuckle to himself at the insinuation.

“I was half asleep. I didn’t know!” He finally refuted.

Pansy seemed amused at the probable truth he told. “You were out past curfew Nott.” Blaise knew better than to question because his validation was clear. Although Theo was a handsome bloke, he definitely wasn’t one to ‘wander off’ into a girls bathroom knowingly. More than likely he was in the library past midnight and stumbled in for a quick piss.

But soon the realization became clear. Nott out past curfew. Pansy, a prefect no doubt, catches him. Blaise turned to Pansy who had a look of disgust ridden over her face.

“Wait, you ratted out your own house mate? How incredibly shallow Pansy.” Her face dropped, somewhat shocked at the accusation.

“Well it’s not like I’ve been having any help!” She motions towards the lifeless body slumped over the desk. “I have to uphold certain standards and it’ll make us look bad if our quota is low.” She crosses her arms and began to perfect her pout.

Blaise sighed at Draco and rubbed his temples in exhaustion. He had a mutual respect for his friend but he’d be damned if whatever it was that he was doing wasn’t going to kill him in due time. Knowing the legacy, Theodore was probably next if they hadn’t gotten to him already.

As the time ticked on, Blaise soon found his mind to wander back to his bag where he kept his traveling stash for such droll occasions. He lifted the flask from his satchel and took a swig, continuing his stare at Pansy’s accumulating pile. She sneered at him from across the room and placed yet another spitball onto the mountain. The younger students watched in fascination. If only they knew what was awaiting them within mere moments.

Before he could take another sip, Pansy started her attack. Pelt after pelt she casually threw at the Gryffindor boy, who tried as he may to dodge her wandless magic. Why Pansy wasted time on meaningless behavior such as this was a bafflement on his end but yet, here he was, wasting his time observing such as spectacle. Soon the ansty Gryffindor finally burst with rage and turned to Blaise with a red face.

“Are you not going to do anything?” Blaise continued to watch the wet pieces of paper slap against his fair skin. “Anything at all?” The Slytherin chuckled again and drank from the flask, blatantly ignoring the boy’s plea. This punishment he was enduring was probably all but appropriate and he wasn’t about to stop the only amusing thing that was happening in the room. The boy huffed a puff of steam through his nostrils, murmuring curses under his breath before standing up and walking out of the room.

Pansy frowned at her prey leaving but soon targeted the small girl who squeaked a small whimper, melting into her seat. She aimed and threw but was just shy as the girl was a few desks behind the Gryffindor. Pansy tried again only to fail. Instead, the spitball flew and disappeared among the mess that was Draco’s hair spewed over the desk. The body stirred with Pansy quick to asses the damage. He ruffled his hair and touched the wet place, groaning into his sleeve. Pansy swiftly pushed the rest of her ammo onto the floor and closed her shredded textbook, masking her dastardly deeds. Draco sat up and looked at Pansy groggily, making a stern connection before choosing to nestle back into his fortress of solitude, not even taking note of Blaise or Theo (who has stopped his reading momentarily to watch the spectacle). Pansy was lucky this time. If Draco had been his normal self she would have gotten lashed with insult after bloody insult until she ended up tearing up and leaving herself. No one got to her the way Draco did and from Blaise’s observation, the relationship they had was all but innocent abuse. But Pansy kept her persistent loyalty for some reason. Blaise rolled his eyes at the ridiculous thought. None of what any of them were doing on a daily basis was healthy, but all in good fun is what the three yearned for.

Pansy’s shoulders dropped in a wave of relief but quickly became bored as her plan to pass the time was diminished within moments. For a brief moment she locked eyes with Blaise, who was now leaning back in the chair on two legs, his own resting on the scuffed desk. Blaise licked his teeth and broke their contact. Only twenty more minutes, he sighed, taking another swig. The light in Pansy’s eye suddenly shifted and an evil grin spread over her daunting face. She stood and swaggered over to Blaise at the desk before propping herself up on top of it.

“Care to share in any of the internal excitement Blaise?” She motioned towards the flask. Blaise huffed in amusement and placed the lid back on the bottle.

“Not on your life Pansy. Sharing is not a part of my vocabulary.”

Her lips quickly upturned in displeasement but that didn’t stop her intrusions. Slowly she crept her hand over his pant leg and up to his thigh. Blaise knew her gluttonous notions all too well and let her work, unphased by it all.

“You seem to be more than generous with sharing some of your assets from what I hear.” Blaise scoffed at the blunt response to his detest and couldn’t help but agree with her. However, that was for his own taking. Sharing his whiskey was another story altogether.

The dark boy grabbed Pansy’s hand gently, a smile spreading over his face. She warmed to his touch and fell quickly into his malicious trickery. Within minutes her hand was being crushed within his grasp. Blaise sat up in his chair and looked at her twisted face, laughing under his breath.

“My count will never reach the height of yours love.” He released her hand and she quickly drew it into her body for comfort.

“Don’t be a jealous slag Blaise.” Pansy barked, clutching her sore hand.

“Ha! Spoken like such a lady. I prefer quality over quantity. A purebred stallion in comparison to a common derby horse would make anyone laugh.”

Pansy’s mouth dropped slightly before curling back into a snarl. She yanked the flask out of Blaise’s hand and returned to her place at the desk, drinking greedily.

“That’s another night of detention Miss Parkinson,” Blaise spat through his teeth. He was too exhausted to get up from his seat and the flask was almost empty anyways. It wasn’t worth the effort of getting into it with the brat that prided herself on being such a whore.

Finally the hour was up and as soon as Blaise rose from his seat to gather his things did the Hufflepuff scurry out of the classroom. She had avoided much hassle given the nature of the beast that resided in the room. Blaise almost wished Draco had been awake to gang up on the others but, to his amazement, the blonde was still passed out on the desk.

Pansy was second to make a move, pocketing the flask in her bag.

“I am serious about that detention,” Blaise called after her. Her head snapped back to him upon her exit.

“And I’m serious when I say your a pompous git Blaise!” Biting his tongue, Blaise let it side, watching Theo sigh at the witch’s disrespectful behavior before pushing past her to get out of the room. Soon the room was left empty with just Blaise and the slumbering Draco.

As he passed his friend, Blaise placed a hand on Draco’s shoulder, stirring his.

“C’mon. Let’s go back to the dorm,” he murmured, slightly pulling Draco from his seat. The blonde cleared his throat and stretched out of Blaise’s grasp. A flash of bright whites appeared from his sharp-featured face as he laughed, still clearly disoriented. Blaise shared he moment and placed a hand around his friend, leading him back to the Slytherin common room.

Soundtrack:

The Beautiful & Damned- G-Easy

Inbetween- Ross

I Hope Your Whole Life Sux - Blackbear

Happy Little Pills- Troye Sivan

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