It had been another stressful patrol. Mikey had been playing with a ball that "accidentally" kept hitting the other turtle's heads, Raph had been complaining about the lack of "bad guys to beat up", and Donnie had spent the entire time in an extremely unhelpful happy daze. Needless to say, Leo was grateful when he could finally send his brothers home so he could be alone to vent and unwind.
With a guilty sigh of relief, Leo waved goodbye to his brothers and started running the rooftops towards the bank on 47th and Washington. The height of the building offered an amazing view of the skyline and relative quiet to think.
But he never made it to the bank. Halfway there, a large figure stepped out of the shadows in front of him and swung a huge, blunt object at his head.
Only his acute reflexes saved Leo from getting his face mashed in. As it was, Leo's right shoulder was hit hard, the spikes digging into his flesh, his bones shattering, and green-tinted blood oozing out. He was thrown back with a shout of pain. With his uninjured arm, he reached down into his belt and pressed the panic button on hisT-phone before a huge foot kicked it out of his hand. As he helplessly watched Slash's pointed face with its evil, twisted, INSANE grin loom over him, he prayed his brothers would come soon.
Leo felt blow after blow land hard on his plastron, scratch after scratch tear down his face and arms. He did his best fending off the blows, but there wasn't much he could do with only one hand (his swords had fallen out and over the edge at some point and Slash had his legs pinned).
He screamed in agony as Slash twisted his injured shoulder and pummeled his shell. He felt rivers of tears stream down his cheeks and shell as he wailed in absolute suffering. He had never felt so much pain, so much physical hurt. He guessed his ankle was at least sprained and his shoulder definitely broken. The rest of his body was more ache than muscle or bone, his skin more bruised-toned than green.
After an eternity, Slash picked him up by the back of his shell and dangled him over the edge.
"It would be so easy and merciful to drop you right now." He rasped. He flung Leo back onto the solid rooftop, though, smirking at his whimpers of pain. "But I won't. I would rather relish at the thought of your traitorous brothers sobbing over their dying leader. And you will be dying by the time they arrive. You're losing quite a bit of blood."
Slash reached out a monsterous hand. Leo recoiled, thinking he was going to attack again, be instead felt his mask being torn off his face.
"Goodbye, Leonardo." The mutant turtle cackled, and everything faded to black nothingness.
No, he's not dead, so don't kill me! Updates will be slow because I'm borrowing my sisters tablet, but I promise to be as fast as I can. Please review in Pandora's box below, but be kind, this is my first published story. Thanks for reading.
-Katana (the only nickname I like given to me by my annoying friends)
