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I exhaled sharply, feeling my nostrils’ restrained twitching as air rushed out. Surely this is just a dream, a disturbingly ridiculous dream. A figment of my imagination produced by the injuries I’ve sustained in the fight. When I awake I will either be alone in my original cell or at the hidden base ignoring my companions’ complaints of splitting headaches, sore muscles, and bruised genitals. Maybe I can finally stop the tingling in my nose! Nope. The itching, the leather’s weight, and the hooks’ tugging on my nostrils, only serve to reinforce the fact that this was reality. This is not a senseless delusion to e

Wiping the encrusted sands of sleep from their eyes, Leonardo, Donatello and Michelangelo stretched and yawned as they trudged to the kitchen for breakfast time. Bidding each other a simple 'good morning' as they poured their cereal and coffee, the boys slowly began to wake up their brains from their eight-hour nap.                “Mornin’ Don,” Leo hummed while fishing through the cupboard to find the box of Cheerios.                “Mornin’, Leo,” Don replied with a yawn as he poured his coffee before turning to his youngest brother to say, “Mornin’, Mikey.”                “M