Mᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ Aᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ: Dᴏɴᴀᴛᴇʟʟᴏ's 200 Dᴀʏs

26 || 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐘𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐒

Early in the morning, when the sun was hardly peeking through the trees and over the hills, Rep had already been awake to hear the mud squelch and smush from heavy footsteps. He hardly glanced up to see who it was, but he knew who it is. "Salve, turtur." Said the leader. "Dormivistine bene?"
(Translation: "Good morning, Turtle. Did you sleep well?")

Rep grumbled at his voice, not wanting to reply in the language they spoke. Latin.

The leader finally introduced himself, this time, in English. "My name is 000...Or Triple Zero. Or... just Zero." He chuckled, taking a knee in the mud and changing his language to Latin. "Corde accepisti, lusus. Sed tu scis pugnare et amare pugnatores."
(Translation: "You got heart, freak. But you know how to fight and I love fighters.")

Finally wanting to look into his eyes, Rep stared at Zero's thick black and white paint to replicate a skull. It looked like his eyes were blue and possibly some scars on his cheeks. To Rep, he looked intimidating with a cloak over his body and those bare feet gathering calluses from mother nature. "Aliquid e militibus meis occidisti et non placet. Te necare pro eo, sed nimium pretiosum es... necare."
(Translation: "You killed some of my soldiers and I don't like that. I should kill you for it, but... You're too valuable to kill.")

"Quid ego tibi?" Rep hissed at him.
(Translation: "What am I to you?")

Zero was impressed by Rep's knowledge of Latin. He simply replied an answer. "Militem."(Translation: "A soldier.")

Shortly after having a good morning conversation with Rep, Zero had ordered his guards to take him to the camp just a few yards away to bring him to a tent. On the way to the camp full of other people in cloaks, the mumbling and short laughter wouldn't quit because that is who they are. Zero's people weren't questioning so much aloud, but cracking jokes for Rep to hear. The hooting and hollering sounded like a pack of wild hyenas waiting to kill their victim, but little did they know this turtle is supposed to be joining them.

Taking the front, Zero leads his guards and Rep to a tent that is twisted into some thick trees to create a roof-like structure. He stopped outside of the tent and called out. "004, exi. Habeo salutandi mea. Militem novum ad vos instituendi."
(Translation: "004, come out. I have a visitor. A new soldier for you to train.")

Rep cocked an eyebrow ridge at Zero, wondering why training was mentioned in that sentence. He heard rustling coming from inside the tent and saw who emerged from it. It was a young man with light hair and light eyes with thick scars on his cheeks. He had a tank top off with some shorts, no shoes or socks, and is covered in dirt and grass stains. There is a little bit of washed-up black paint on his cheeks and forehead. "Quid hoc est?
(Translation: "What is this about?")

Zerp replied to him, his tone very low and flat. "Recordamini illos Fratres in Novi Eboraci? Bene, hic est unus eorum. Ne confundas me. Si currere temptaverit... occidere eum." He said to 004

(Translation: Remember those Brothers back in New York? Well, here is one of them... I want him to learn our ways, how we do things around here. Do not disappoint me. If he tries to run... kill him.")

004 sighed deeply, already rolling his eyes at the assignment he had been given for this mutant turtle. The guards and Zero walk through the camp, stomping through the mud and this left 004 to speak with Rep alone. "Tsk!" He spat, looking at the mutant from head to toe. "You must be the one who killed a few of us last night." He told Rep in English. 

"Culpatus." Says Rep, a slight smirk on his lips.
(Translation: "Guilty.")

004 smiled at Rep as he sat down on an old, bright orange Home Depot bucket. "I'm number 004 of the Jokers." Says the young man, his hair slicked back very well as he grinned with his scars along his face, replicating a very evil smile. "What's your name?"