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Chapter List
- 1-Ensuring Discipline
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16 Final
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- 5
Ensuring Discipline

part 4
            Don lay on his bed, his room dark, and tried to find something tangible to cling to that would explain what had just happened to him. He needed to also find something that would explain what was happening to his family, and more importantly, what had happened to Leo.
            The Leo that he’d grown up with had never felt the need to use his abilities or his position in the family to control his brothers. Sure, Mikey could be a handful at times, and Raph had a short fuse, but Leo had always found a way to direct their energies and get them to do what he needed for them to without resorting to physical violence.
            This behavior, this need to abuse to maintain control, was completely out of character for their confident and self-assured leader. There was no history of abuse directed at Leonardo by their Father, there had never been a sense of entitlement in Leo’s personality; he had always worked hard for his position in the family.
            Leo had at times in his life worried overly much about his abilities, but that had never led to a feeling of low self-esteem. It had instead usually filled him with an intense need to work harder and to ask his brothers to work harder. There had been stormy periods in their lives when Leo had spent a lot of time second guessing himself and his decisions, but that never led to his trying to push those feelings away from himself and blame others for them.
            Don had managed to spend some time researching abusers and their victims. In nothing that he’d read could he find the Leonardo he’d known for his entire life. The mystery surrounding Master Splinter’s departure would have naturally caused Leo additional worry and anxiety, but not enough to completely change his personality.
            The change had occurred sometime after Master Splinter had left them; this much Don was able to pin down. Don might not have been aware that something was happening at the time, but he did remember it was about then that Leo had begun to spend more time working with Raphael.
            Having been too caught up in his own feelings about their Father’s departure to do much more than redirect his attentions to his work, Don had failed to pick up on the signs that Leo’s behavior was changing. He had noticed that Raph remained at home more and that Mikey’s smile and his bounce were gone, but Don had thought those were directly related to them missing their Father.
            The signs that they were being abused were very clear to Don now and he kicked himself for being so inattentive. Maybe if he’d noticed everything early on, he could have intervened and stopped Leo from walking down this path to begin with.
            Don’s next question was, is this really Leo? If this was truly his brother, then Don needed to discover the stressor that had caused such an unlikely and devastating change to occur. Surely anything that could so radically alter a personality had to be visible to all of them, unless it was something that Leo had discovered in their sensei’s room. So far, the only one who had been inside since Master Splinter left was Leo.
            Was the mystery behind Master Splinter’s departure so incredible that it had somehow driven Leonardo insane? Don couldn’t in his wildest imaginings think of any scenario that would cause this particular change to Leo’s psyche.
            Of course, the problem could have begun long ago and just gotten worse when their Father left. Maybe when Master Splinter walked out, Leo had stopped fighting whatever demon was taking control of his mind.
            Don doubted this was the case. There was no way that Master Splinter would not have seen or sensed such a change in Leo. And there was certainly no way their Father would have left knowing that Leo was in any way damaged.
            Sitting up carefully, Don tried to ignore the aching pain leftover from his encounter with Leo. His mind was following a path that he felt certain would lead him to a solution to this mystery and he was determined to push everything aside while he reasoned his way through.
            Conclusion one; Leo was perfectly normal up until just after Master Splinter’s departure. The facts and Don’s knowledge of their Father made this assumption plausible enough.
            Could he possibly also conclude that whatever had caused Master Splinter to leave was responsible for Leo’s change? No, not yet, not if Don was going to remain the detached analyst. There wasn’t enough data to make that a logical hypothesis. More information was needed.
            Don remembered that Leo was probably watching him through the camera mounted above his door. If Don sat there staring into space, his brother would probably guess that Don was trying to figure out what was going on. It didn’t require someone of Don’s intellect to know that Leo would have to be worried that Don could find a way to circumvent his authority.
            Raph and Mikey had tried to warn him because they knew that was true as well. They had both told Don that their oldest brother wanted him most of all and Don thought he could understand why. Partly it was Leo’s personality; whereas the two youngest were emotionally driven, Donatello had the ability to step back from his feelings. Trying to break Don would be a greater challenge because of that fact.
            Don stood up slowly and gingerly walked over to where his small refrigerator sat. Reaching inside, he got out a cold bottle of water and then made his way back to the bed. He would have liked to sit at his desk, but even with a pillow on the chair Don knew it would hurt too much.
            Draining half the bottle, Don set the remainder on his nightstand and carefully lay back down, rolling onto his side so that Leo would only see his carapace. Staring at his wall, Don continued his line of thought.
            He knew he was in for a tough time. Leo was by no means done with him because no matter how hard Don tried to hide the fact that he was searching for solutions, Leo would know he hadn’t given up. Don couldn’t give up; whatever happened, whatever tortures Leo contrived, Don didn’t have the ability to stop his mind from pursuing answers. He couldn’t give in and therefore Leo was not going to let up on him.
            If he were Leo what would he do? Certainly try to keep Don’s mind in constant turmoil so that he couldn’t concentrate. Keep him on edge and second guessing every order given by Leo, never allowing the genius time to form cohesive thoughts. Make sure Don didn’t have the time or energy to investigate anything.
            Nothing made sense. Doing those things and the things he’d already done to Raph and Mike would destroy their team and surely Leo had to know that? What was he really trying to accomplish? Leo’s behavior was not engendering loyalty, it was fostering fear.
            If Don continued thinking about this from all angles, he had to return to the question he’d just asked himself - is this Leo? Could something have possessed their leader? Could this be something that was pretending to be Leo? If that was the case, then where was Leo?
            If a transference of some kind took place, when could it have happened? After Master Splinter left, Leo hadn’t gone anywhere alone, he was too concerned about how his younger brothers were reacting to their Father’s departure. If fact, Leo had hardly stepped out of the lair. The only place that he had been that his brother’s hadn’t been allowed to go was into Master Splinter’s bedroom.
            It kept coming back to their Father’s room. The space was a nice size but not exceptionally large. Master Splinter was by nature a minimalist, but he was also traditional and sentimental. His room wasn’t cluttered, but there were keepsakes, mementos, and quite a collection of ancient artifacts, all of Japanese heritage.
            Don suddenly knew that he had to get into Master Splinter’s room. There was just one huge, maybe insurmountable problem with that; Leo wasn’t going to let him in. Leo had already told them all that Master Splinter’s room was off limits. That had occurred after he nearly chewed Raph’s head off for attempting to enter the room in search of something that would say where their Father had gone.
            Conclusion two; there was something in Master Splinter’s room that Leo did not want anyone else to see. This conclusion was supported by facts.
            Making a mental list of the things he needed to do, at the top was finding a way to privately converse with both Raph and Mike. Don had to find out from those two exactly what Master Splinter had said to them during each of their private meetings with him. The clue Don needed might be in those conversations. His own talk with his Father seemed innocuous enough on the surface, but maybe combined with the others certain words would take on new meaning.
            The next thing on his list was to get into Master Splinter’s room and search it thoroughly. Don actually made himself laugh as he thought ‘I’ll just ask Leo if I can go in’. There was no doubt in Don’s mind that Leo would not willingly let him examine their Father’s room.
            Under more normal conditions, Don would have asked Mike and Raph for their assistance, but he couldn’t risk doing that. They were both too fragile and Don wasn’t sure that they wouldn’t say anything about it to Leo. Don certainly did not want Leo tipped off as to what he was planning and both of his brothers had been abused enough to where they might believe that telling on Don was the best thing to do.
            Don’s mind next went to April and or Casey. They hadn’t seen their friends since this situation had begun; Leo had made sure to tell them a story that would keep them both away. How could Don contact April without Leo knowing?
            More importantly, did Don want to endanger either of his human friends by bringing them into this? There was no telling what Leo might do to them. With a sigh, Don knew that April would want to know what had happened and he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to tell her.
            There were so many things to do; so many questions to be answered, and it was going to be difficult to accomplish anything with a suspicious Leo hanging over his shoulder. One misstep would earn Donatello more ‘punishment’. One error in judgment would bring about additional ‘discipline’.
            Don didn’t harbor any illusions in that regard. Leo was going to make sure that Don screwed up whether he really had or not. Facing cold hard facts was part of Don’s nature; sugar coating things was not. Leo was going to rape him again, probably frequently and probably with escalating violence. This was a given under current conditions.
            The soreness and pain in his most private areas was all the reminder Don needed that Leo had no qualms about controlling his brothers by assaulting them. Only by accepting this fact could Don continue to pursue solutions and not allow Leo into his head. That was still Don’s private place.
            Don began to repeat the mantra, ‘It’s only my body; there is no permanent damage. If Leo wants to use me that way, let him. As long as I don’t let him mess with my head.’
            What was it that Mikey had said? ‘Roll with it’.
            The one thing that Don knew he had to do immediately was allow no further harm to come to Raph and Mikey. He was kicking himself for not noticing the changes in them, not noticing how jumpy they were or how out of character they were both behaving.
            Don had been enmeshed in his own little world and had left his younger brothers unprotected. He was not going to be so self-involved from now on; Don would make whatever sacrifices were necessary to keep Leo off of Raph and Mikey. Raph was too close to the edge right now, any further abuse would tip him over.
            With that thought in mind, Don forced himself to get out of bed. He didn’t think Leo would prey on the others so soon after forcing Don to service him, but even a slight chance was too much. Besides, there were things in his lab that Don could take to help him with the pain he was feeling.
            Two days passed in relative peace. Apparently raping Don had mellowed Leo somewhat, and the mindless obedience from his three younger siblings was placating Leo’s need to dominate them.
            Don spent what free time he had in researching personality disorders, mind control, possession, and theories regarding body transference. He carefully kept that from showing in his search history, allowing Leo to only see the harmless records of business directly related to running the lair.
            It was difficult to sort out the science fiction from the pure science fact. Only an infinitesimal number of humans had ever actually experienced the sort of things Don and his brothers had faced many times. The most memorable of those was when the time scepter, in the hands of evil, had sent him to another time line. Don would have found the concept to be more fascinating if the situation hadn’t been so horrific.
            On the third day, Leo expressed irritation with his brother’s performance during practice and didn’t release them for several hours. The mood that precipitated Leo’s need to discipline someone was returning; the signs all too familiar to Donatello now that he was looking for them.
            Don had told himself that he wasn’t going to waste his time waiting for the axe to fall, but he couldn’t help but be nervous. He expected Leo to pounce on him at any moment; from his research Don knew the time between episodes would narrow.
            Mikey was apparently anticipating an attack on Donatello as well. When Don had offered to help the youngest prepare dinner, Mikey had accepted with alacrity.
            Leo was in the dojo going through the time consuming ritual of cleaning his swords and Mikey seemed to want to talk knowing that they were relatively safe. He just didn’t seem to know how to begin.
            “I’m okay, Mikey,” Don told him in a low voice, feeling as though that was the question at the top of Mikey’s mind.
            Mikey flashed him a relieved smile. “Are you sure, bro’? That was your third time in his room and I know . . . I know what happens on the third time. I saw how you were walking afterwards.”
            “It was unpleasant,” Don admitted, downplaying the attack. “But I remembered that you told me to roll with it, so I did. I’m less concerned with what he does to my body than I am with what has happened inside his head.”
            Mikey shivered. “I envy you; how you can keep going and not dwell on what he did. I hate it so much. I don’t even wanna be in the same room with him anymore. I don’t think I would even care if he got killed.”
            Don reached across the table and gripped Mikey’s wrist, stilling his brother’s hand for a moment. Mikey had been pounding some chicken breasts with a mallet, and Don was afraid he was going to break the table from the force of the blows.
            “I’m not going to let him touch you again,” Don told him in the strongest voice he could muster.
            Mikey looked up at him, his blue eyes shimmering behind unshed tears. “He’s gonna do whatever he wants Donny. You can’t stop him.”
            “Don’t be too sure of that,” Don said confidently. “Please don’t give up, Mikey. Look, I know we might not be able to talk right now, but I need to know what Master Splinter said to you before he left. His exact words as best you can. Either we find a place and time that you can tell me, or write it down and slip it to me. Trust me when I say that it’s important.”
            Before he answered, Mikey shot a quick frightened glance at the door. “Okay,” he said in a whisper. “I’ll do the best I can. Just please eat the note afterwards so he doesn’t know I was helping you.”
            “I will, I promise,” Don said.
            Don thought that would be the end of the discussion; Mikey was obviously unnerved at the idea of getting caught talking about Leo. After the chicken was in the oven and they were about to leave the kitchen, Mikey spun to face Don, stopping him before he stepped out.
            “Donny, if you can only save one of us, please save Raph,” Mikey whispered. “L . . . Leo is harder on him; more cruel. I think you can guess why.”
            “I won’t leave you, Mikey,” Don told him, searching his brother’s eyes.
            “He never kisses us,” Mikey said, the words so seemingly irrelevant that Don frowned. “There’s no affection, he goes straight to business and then discards us once he’s done. It’s just a game of control for him. The power gets him off, not us. But it still hurts that it’s him doing it, and that he doesn’t care. Does that make sense?”
            Mikey was examining Don’s face, like he needed to find his courage there. Don set a hand on his brother’s shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly before releasing him.
            “I think I understand,” Don answered. “Let me work on this and remember what I told you; I won’t let him do that to you anymore.”
            The look his brother gave him was part pitying, part hopeful. Once they’d separated, Don realized that Mikey’s expression mimicked Don’s feelings as well. He could only hope that his confidence in keeping that promise wasn’t overblown.
            They all missed breakfast and lunch the next day; Leo was in a bad humor, much worse than the day before. He worked them at practice with a ferocity that was brutal; making examples of whichever of his brother’s displeased him at any given moment. Michelangelo was getting the worst of it, with Leo snapping at him about his focus and his commitment. Don began to wonder if Leo knew that Mikey had talked to him, or if their leader was merely suspicious and becoming paranoid.
            At the end of practice, Leo ordered Mikey into the kitchen to prepare lunch. To Don and Raph he said he expected them to remain in the dojo and work on their weight training, implying that they were both getting weak.
            Once Leo and Mikey had left the dojo, Raph went directly to his weight bench. Don watched him for a moment, thinking this would be the perfect opportunity to talk to Raph under the auspices of spotting him.
            Something was nagging at him though; a pattern in Leo’s behavior that he had unconsciously begun to notice. Leo had conveniently sent Mikey off by himself which seemed a contradiction based on the displeasure at Mikey’s work ethic that Leo had expressed. If anyone was to be kept behind to work out more, it should have been Michelangelo.
            A deep feeling of dread settled in the pit of Don’s stomach and he left the dojo. From the corner of his eye he saw Raph staring at him in shocked disbelief that Don would so blatantly disregard Leo’s direct orders.
            Halfway to the kitchen Don heard the sound of Leo’s voice; the icy tones a jolting counterpoint to Mikey’s low, frightened ones. Moving faster, Don entered the room, quickly taking in the body language of his two brothers. Mikey was turned sideways, almost as though he wanted to flee, while Leo was nearly up against him, one hand holding Mikey’s arm in a tight grip.
            Thinking to dispel the atmosphere, Don took a glass down from the cabinet and opened the refrigerator, grabbing the carton of milk and pouring himself a drink. He felt rather than saw Leo look at him, but the oldest said nothing.
            At least not to Don. Leo was saying plenty to Mikey.
            “. . . and you were purposely slacking off,” Leo finished whatever sentence he’d begun before Don came through the door.
            “I wasn’t, Leo,” Mikey said. “Honestly. I was trying really hard. I’m just having a hard time concentrating lately.”
            “Then maybe you need some incentive,” Leo snapped, his beak curling in fury.
            Before either Don or Mikey could react, Leo jerked Mikey around so that he was in front of the table. “Bend over, put your face down on the table, and grab the edges.”
            Don’s heart stopped and he froze in disbelief. Surely Leo wasn’t planning to discipline Mikey right there in front of him.
            “No! No, Leo, please,” Mikey pleaded.
            “Do it now or your punishment is going to get worse,” Leo said harshly.
            Mikey stared at the table and swallowed, taking a deep shuddering breath before slowly starting to bend. Apparently he wasn’t moving fast enough because Leo grabbed his shoulder and forced him down.
            When Leo grabbed Mikey’s tail and flipped it out of the way, Mikey began to whimper. “Leo please, not dry. Please, Leo, don’t!”
            Still petrified, Don realized that Leo was going to rape Mikey before an audience, and without using lube. It was the cruelest thing Don could imagine Leo doing to one of his brothers.
            “Stop it, Leo,” Don said in a low, crisp voice.
            Leo ignored him. With his hand pressed against the bulge in his slit, Leo was coaxing himself out of hiding, his eyes glued to Mikey’s ass.
            A bit louder, Don demanded, “Don’t do that, Leo.”
            Mikey’s breathing was loud and panicked. Leo didn’t even bother to glance at Don, seeming to brush Don’s protests off as a nuisance.
            Carefully and deliberately, Don upturned his full glass of milk and poured it out onto the floor. The sound of it splattering made Leo’s head jerk up to him, his mad eyes sliding over the mess and then fixing Don with his zealot’s gaze.
            “Clean that up,” Leo said slowly, enunciating each word clearly.
            “No,” Don said, just as distinctly.
            Leo’s eyes narrowed. “Clean it up now, Donatello.”
            Don’s mouth turned up into a small smile as he opened his hand and let the glass drop from it. Leo’s eyes were locked on Don’s as the glass shattered on the floor.
            Leo released Mikey and stepped back, his mouth compressed into a thin line. Then he smiled and Don knew that Leo understood what he was doing.
            “It’s time for you to come upstairs,” Leo said.
            Don lifted his head, no sign of fear on his face or in his posture as he announced, “You’re a bully.”
            Striding forward, heedless of the glass, Leo grabbed Don’s arm and half dragged him from the kitchen. Over his shoulder, Leo flung back at Mikey, “Clean up that mess.”
            As Leo pulled him up the staircase, Don hoped that he hadn’t gone too far. He wasn’t going to be of much future use to either of his brothers if he was dead.
TBC………………..
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