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Soooooooooo I saw this tweet

and…….it has consumed me!  I already know what y’all are going to say!  I know I have a lot on my plate, ok 😭😭!  I’m just being hit by ideas and prompts left and right!  Sometimes I’m just compelled to write them!  

Anyway, here’s the opening of what I’m working on.

some TW: Body mutilation (missing limbs), injury, violence, cursing, war

                                                    Then

Once Donnie took control of the Technodrome, it was frustratingly easy to take them down.  Leo doesn’t remember much of the initial assault.  He was too focused on cutting down the Kraang Generals in front of him.  They’re old, Leo can tell by the faded yellow of their eyes and the thickness of their leathery skin, but they’re the only generation left now.  The Kraang had closed ranks once the resistance shut down their birthing centers.  A Kraang hadn’t been produced on Earth soil in four years, and they’re numbers continued to dwindle with each successful attack on overtaken cities around the world.  Now, after so much death, they’re able to launch an attack on Kraangs last strong hold.

New York.  What a fucking town.  

The battle passes in flashes.  Gold chains tearing through machines and alien flesh.  Red covering the sky as Raph roars through Kraangified humans and animals alike.  The green of April’s magic crushing most of the battlefield and finally, the fiery red fall of the Technodrome.  A purple beam of metal cuts the falling wiggling ship in half, creating an open for them, and ending any hope of the machine getting off the ground.  Leo finds himself in the dilapidated throne room with his family at his back and retribution in his heart.  

What stands before them is an abomination and their last obstacle to freedom.  The Kraang, only known as Prime through intercepted communications, raises a single red eye in their direction.

“Alright boys,” April says.  She swings the giant hammer until it sits heavily across her shoulders, glowing a dangerous green.  She abandoned the bat three years ago, left it buried at the base of Sunita’s grave and enchanted a new weapon from her own rage.  “Let’s finish this.”

The monstrosity kicks rubble out of its way, its face pulls into a dangerous scowl.  “Insolent worms!”  That fight destroys what little remains of the Technodrome.  They knew Prime would be strong.  It never appeared in many battlefields, but when it did decide to leave its castle, there was never anything left.  But now, Leo thinks.  He plants a foot into the flesh of the alien and stares down into hateful eyes.  

“You think you’ve won?” it coughs.  “No one defeats Kraang.  NO ONE!”

Leo doesn’t respond, doesn’t give it anything.  This monster doesn’t deserve his words.  Leo adjusts his good hand and brings the sword down with so much force that he screams.  The blade sinks deep into the mangled heart of the beast, but Leo keeps pushing.  He pushes until his hand meets the unmoving skin of Kraang Prime and then twists for good measure.  Leo yanks the weapon free of the corpse.  He falls back with a gasp.  He stares at the twisted organ these things call hearts.  Stares as it slips free of his weapon and then he’s crying.  They did it.  They did it.  They did it.

“Casey,” Donnie says.  “It-Its done.”

There’s an echo of gunfire before her voice breaks over the com with a sob.  “About fucking time,” she cries.  There’s an evil screech, the revving of an engine, and then a sickening squelch sings loudly over the com.  “Sister is dead,” she pants.  “They all are.”  

A roar builds outside the fallen ship and Leo grins at his family.  They didn’t come out of this battle unscathed.  April wraps a bandage tightly over a shaky limb.  Her hand lost to a powerful stomp before Donnie could get to her.  Raph’s right eye taken in a single swipe and the only thing stanching the blood of Donnie’s missing leg is a mystic construction that struggles to stay solid, but they made it.  They won and they’re alive.

A shoulder leans against his and Leo looks down into the face of his little brother.  He’s bleeding and leaking mystic power everywhere, but he’s grinning.  Leo adjusts his mangled right arm with a grunt but he’s grinning too.  “I don’t know about you,” he says, and for the first time in a long time, a joke comes naturally.  “But I could use a nap.”

April snorts, but her face is just as bright as everyone else.  She tightens the tourniquet and stumbles to her feet.  “Let get medical before I lose more than just this hand.”  

They fumble to their feet and it reminds him so much of old times that it hurts.  They lean on each other, Raph even pulls Donnie on his back, the big softy.  Donnie doesn’t complain, instead he laughs, and they all laugh with him.  They did it.  They spill out of the wreckage to a wave of cheers and hands bathed in blue medical gear, and Leo finally sees a future on the horizon.  

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