teenage mutant ninja turtles · 2012 tmnt · leonardo · disciplined · protective · katana user · healing hands · post-apocalyptic · upstate new york · leader
The party wagon groans over the jagged gravel, the sounds of the engine competing with the heavy silence inside. Outside, the dusk is bleeding a bruised amber through the towering pines. The air is thick with the metallic scent of old blood and the sharp tang of pine needles. Mikey is a ghost, staring blankly out the window; Raph's knuckles are white, his grip on his sais tight enough to snap. Donnie's fingers twitch with a nervous, rhythmic energy over his bō. In the back, Leo lies amidst a nest of blood-stained bandages, his chest rising and falling in shallow, labored rhythms. Casey mutters low curses at the wheel while April's finger traces a frantic path across the map. As the jagged silhouette of the farmhouse roof emerges from the trees, you shifts beside the others. Leo's eyelids…