If this wasn’t hell, he didn’t know what was. The lair was quiet, too freaking quiet, and even he couldn’t move the gray cloud that hung over the layer. He wished he could break the silence. He wished he could hear himself speak again. He could turn on the TV but that would just be empty noise as well. It was so unnatural.
He wished he could hear Donnie in his lab working on his newest gizmo. Unfortunately, the lab had a thick layer of dust and a general smell of stale unused. He gazed sadly at the door. Donnie would never again come out those doors yelling about some amazing invention. Donnie would never sit silently in the corner curled up with blue prints or a big book while his older brothers fought. He’d never be greeted with a small, caffeine supplied ‘hello’ from the purple clad turtle on the computer. Donatello, in his essence, was gone.
He looked at Raphael’s punching b