Disclaimer: I don't own the Ninja Turtles


Blood continued to drip through the gaping wound in my arm, no matter how tight I held on. Don had already pulled some bandages out of that magical bag of his, but had only gotten halfway through his medical stuff when they had caught up to us. They were still shooting at us to! They weren't normal bullet's either, cause just a graze from one of those suckers had me staggering around the tunnels like I'd been drinking since sunrise. I was shaking it off alright, never mind the fact that Donnie was the only thing dragging me along. We were almost home, I was still clear headed enough to know that. There was a shortcut through one of the older train stations, we just never used it considering it was still used. Now however, was a more desperate time. As more bullets continued to rain down on us, Donnie even stumbled, mumbling something under his breath.

"What did you say?" I demanded of him, trying to focus bleary eyes on his fuzzy form.

"Nothing," he seemed to shout from a long ways off, "keep moving! Leo and Mikey are already on there way, they're going to meet us there." Meet us where? I honestly couldn't remember anymore, I just knew I had to keep following my brother.

I didn't remember stumbling, just Don's hand coming back and catching me before I hit hard ground, and then his stern voice demanding that I keep up. Now everything had a fuzzy feel to it, what were we doing again? All I knew was that my brother's expert hand was curled around my arm, insisting I move forward, so I did.

Until he dragged me down to the floor with him. That part wasn't my fault, it was the floor's. Suddenly my vision began to clear, as my brother's voice started yelling at me, telling me to do...something? Move, get out of the way, but of what? I began pulling on him, now trying to get him back to his feet. Something was wrong though, he wasn't moving. I shook my head, hard, and forced myself to focus. Don was below me, but half way lodged into the ground. The only reason he was still hanging on was because of me, and his Bo staff which was stabbed into a nearby railroad. There was noise all around us, the sound of a gun going off, more screaming, but all I was aware of was that my brother needed to get out of that hole. I tried to grab hold of him with both arms, but the other one wasn't cooperating. Looking down I remembered, hadn't I been shot? Wasn't that what the bandages were supposed to be covering? They were coming off still, flying around loose and carefree as could be, and very distracting.

"Raphael move!" I jerked hard, releasing my grip on my brother, just as something came sailing in my direction and connecting with my chest sending me sailing backwards. I got one last glimpse of my brother's falling form before everything went black.


Don't worry guys, I'll post the next chapter tomorrow. It's only going to be a two shot, which seems to be my thing lately. Hey if it ain't broke, don't fix it right?