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“Go, Go, GO!” Donnie ordered, as the turtle's raced up the elevator shaft. They didn’t expect an ambush when collecting cans of mutagen, and they certainly did not expect the foot soldiers to kick their butts.
Suddenly, Mikey’s leg was grabbed by the foot soldiers. He yelled in shock, he only held onto the elevator shaft with one arm. He dangled while trying to kick the foot soldier away.
“Off of me, you bug-eyed creep!” Mikey yelled in a panic, his eyes wide open. They shouldn’t be lasting this long!
Leo jumped into view, he landed on the foot’s head, successfully knocking him off of Mikey’s leg. Mikey watched in awe, waiting for Leo to catch the side of the shaft. Leo began to reach for it, but he was too far away. Mikey saw the fear in his big brother's eyes. He just kept falling. The foot guy hit the floor, his head disconnected from his neck, and then his eyes fell out, creepy. Oh my goodness! They were robots! Donnie would be so excited! It was so cool! Mikey would have laughed if not for the fact that his big bro was still-
CRACK
Fuck
Leo hit the floor.
Mikey only heard ringing, but knowing Raph, he was already screaming Leo’s name with panic and fear in his voice, and Donnie was probably staring in pained shock and questioning if what had happened was real. Mikey looked at Leo, he was already losing so much blood. he wasn’t going to make it He felt an anger that he had never felt before, rising up. His eyes went white, he began to climb down the shaft. Tearing down a few foot bots, in the process.
He could hear Raph screaming for him to get back up, but he didn’t want to, he couldn’t. He had to save his older brother. He led the bots back to the middle of the dojo, and they began to run at him. He swung his nunchucks at the first two, he aimed for the throat, it took off the first one’s head. However, the second one still stood, he began to kick at it, it tried to stop the kicks, but he kept going, and each kick became faster and stronger than the last. The foot’s head became too loose and it just collapsed. More came at him, at one point he switched to his kusarigama. He kept getting faster and kept killing the bots, until he and Karai were the only things left in that room that could move.
He slowly looked up to face her, there was a fear in her eyes, one that he had never seen before. It didn’t matter though, she was the person who caused this, no, he was she was the reason his big brother was dying at the bottom of a dirty elevator shaft. wrong, that was him again.
“If you ever do this to Leo… or any of us. I will kill you, without hesitation, and I will not regret it. Karai.” His voice was cold, and filled with rage. It was an honest surprise to him that he wasn’t killing her right then and there, if he were, she would have learnt what true pain and fear felt like. “Leave.”
Karai followed the orders of the orange banded turtle, and ran, she ran so quickly that even if he were to run after her, she would still get away. But Mikey had other priorities than catching Karai, she was less important than his brother, she was the enemy's daughter, but his brother was dying. He ran to Leo, it was bad. His shell was cracked, not just cracked… There was a chunk the size of a mutagen canister completely disconnected from the rest of his shell. Even with just a crack, nothing detached, it would have been extremely painful. Leo needed help, he needed help.
But, for some strange reason, Leo was still awake, holding onto life by a thread, but awake. “M.. Mikey? … I’m getting tired.”
“NO! Leo! Stay with me! Big bro, don’t fall asleep!” Mikey began to sob, as he tried to tap his brother awake, he knew in the back of his mind that his brother was in too much pain, and he needed to rest, but it hurt too much.
“I love you guys. I’m sorry, but, I’m tired Mikey. I won’t make it. But… Can you do one last favor for me?” Leo said with a smile while a tear ran down his cheek.
“I’ll do anything for you- You’re going to be fine Leo! Don’t say that! I’m going to make sure you live big bro.” Mikey cried, he had to get Leo back to Donnie’s lab, he could fix Leo up, he could keep Leo alive.
“Whoever Sensei makes the new *cough* leader. Follow his *cough* orders, and make sure that the other one does too,” His words began to slur together, but he kept a smile. It was obvious that he was only holding on because of Mikey, he so clearly loved his brothers, he didn’t want to hurt them.
“No, no. Please, Leo please, stop it. You’re going to make it, we can take you to Donnie’s lab, and he’ll get you fixed up, and after that, then we can all get together and spend time together. And once we pick up all the mutagen cans, and we will *hic* we will follow all your orders, we won’t go against your training. I promise.” Mikey had been trying even though he knew he was failing, he really was a horrible brother to keep it together for his big brother, he wanted to prove that he could be strong for Leo, but he just couldn’t.
“N- *cough* no Mikey. Please, stop. I- I won’t make it. Tell Raph and Donnie and Master Splinter *cough* I love them.” Leo was losing color in his face, and his eyes were beginning to fog. Even to Mikey it was obvious that his big brother was only seconds away from dying from the damage.
Mikey tried so hard to slow his tears, but they only kept coming, it was all his fault, if only he didn’t try to show off, if he hadn’t kicked that Kraang, then none of this would have happened, if he hadn’t been over confident, Leo would not be dying in his arms right now it was starting to sting. Leo’s eyes showed a fear that Mikey had never seen before, but he wore a faint smile.
“I love you too, big bro.”
At that moment, Hamato Leonardo, the team leader and older brother of Hamato Donatello, Raphael, and Michelangelo, son and pupil of Hamato Yoshi, died. Michelangelo knew this, but he didn’t register it until minutes later, when his brother’s skin was more white than green.
Michelangelo, carefully lifted his brother's broken corpse from the floor, he turned to look at the damage done to the room. There were foot bots scattering the room, like a shattered wine bottle, bodies glass covering the floor, nuts and bolts dust where the blood wine would go.
It was all Michelangelo’s fault. How would he make up for this?