Wild Type
Leo
Leo slashes through the vegetation with a grunt. He’s officially over this place. He’s over Draxum and his stupid collection of mystic garbage, and he’s over dimension hopping. A bug too big and deformed to be anything other than a demon flies straight for his face and Leo opens a portal on autopilot. The bug soars through it with an audible squeak and Leo goes back to cutting a path. He should not be used to this.
“Donnie! Please tell me you’ve found a way to send us home?!”
“I’m working on it,” Donnie sighs. “It would be easier if I could get access to an actual database. The satellites here are a mess.”
Raph pushes through the grass with a scowl. “I’m burning down Draxum’s little library when we get home.”
“Get in line,” Leo huffs. All their problems can be traced back to that guy. They should have never let Mikey talk them into letting Draxum move next door.
A rustling of leaves sets them all on high alert. They move in unison, each scaling a nearby tree without a sound. Leo watches, incredulous, as a group of kids enters the path his brothers just made. It’s a small group, two boys and a girl, but they’re moving with a purpose. Like they know where they’re going. Leo looks at his brothers and nods. They follow the group, feet barely disturbing the trees, but Leo signals to keep their distance. They don’t want to alert the animal on the smaller boy’s shoulder.
In the end, the kids don’t lead them out of the forest, which is disappointing. Leo can’t help but watch the kids set up camp next to a lake with a growing pit of despair. They’ll never find a city at this point! Are there even cities in this dimension? Mikey lands quietly on the branch beside him. “Maybe we should just ask for help?”
“Absolutely not.”
“But Leo-.”
“We already tried that remember?” Leo cuts in. “It didn’t exactly work out. Look, we’ll follow them in the morning and if they don’t lead us to someplace with an ACTUAL computer then we’ll talk, ok?”
Mikey frowns but Leo ignores it. He turns back to the group and his heart drops. The animal is no longer on the kid's shoulder, but on the ground, and it’s looking straight at them. It’s a tiny thing, but its posture screams aggression and the kids are already moving behind it.
Leo can make out the faint lines of electricity running up the length of the creature's yellow tail.
“I think it’s out of our hands now, Leo,” Raph says, a sai already in his grip.
"I swear,” Leo hisses, but he’s pulling out a sword just in case. “If someone throws another poke-sphere at me I’m going to lose it!”