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It was a dark night in the city of New York city. There was some snow falling from the sky which was making the area a lot colder than it usually was. That didn't stop the citizens from being up and about. It seemed that nothing could ever stop a New Yorker from going to where they wanted to go to. A certain group of turtles were also not letting a little slush stop them from doing their evening ritual.

"Dudes where are we going?" Mikey asked as usual.

Raphael was irritated at how he asked that every time they went out. "We're goin' to scout the streets for punks to beat up."

The way Raphael would say that always spooked the poor orange bandana wearing turtle. "Spookular."

"Everyone let us go to continue this exercise." Leo told his younger brothers.

As they went from roof top to roof top, they were trying to be as careful as possible so they would not get caught. As usual they succeeded in this. Donatello stopped after a while when he heard a scream come from below. "Guys! Stop!"

"What is it, Donny?" asked Michelangelo.

He pointed down to the alleyway where an old lady was getting mugged by two big guys. Leo, Mikey and Donny swooped down below to stop the crime in progress. Raphael just stood there, angry that they were all reduced to being cheap ass security guards that stopped lame thefts. He was bored though and decided to join them.

They didn't talk when they attacked. Michelangelo knocked the purse away from the thief holding it while Leonardo pointed his sword at the other one. Donatello made sure the elderly woman didn't go without what belonged to her.

Raphael arrived, seeing that the situation had been taken care of already really pissed him off. "What gives? I didn't get to do nothin'!"

"Here you go, Madam." said Mikey as he gave her the purse. She took off shortly after, which further angered Raph because humans were always being ungrateful to them.

"Calm down, Raph. You'll get your chance again sometime. We should head back." Leonardo put his swords back on his shell.

Raphael gripped his sai, again he was angry at the attitude of one of his brothers. Michelangelo stepped out and put his hand on Raph's shoulder. "Let's go off to buy some pizza, huh, Raph?"

"Better than goin' back wit' him." He pointed to Leonardo who was glaring at him.

"Let's go, Bro!"

They climbed up the fire escape while Donny and Leo watched. "Do you think we should let them go?"

"Why not? I think they need it." replied Donatello.

"I guess so."

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On their way to the pizzeria, Mikey decided to strike up a conversation with his older brother, which was not easy a lot of the time because of his attitude. "So, what's up with you lately?"

"Nothin'." Raphael was getting a big head ache and he had no desire to put up with Mikey's nonesense right now.

"It looks like something's up."

"Hey, shut up, okay?" His voice was loud enough to make Mikey shake in fear.

On the roof top ahead of theirs, there was someone trying to break into the building through the roof door. Raphael finally got someone to defeat. He ran, leapt then landed on the roof. In what seemed like a flash the man trying to break in found himself on the ground with his skull split open. Mikey was shocked at what he was seeing. "Raph! How could you?"

"How could I what? I stopped the bastard from goin' in." growled Raph.

"I think he's dead!" Mikey said after checking the man's breathing.

Raphael did not seem affected. "So what?"

"Don't say that! I don't get what's been happening to you lately!" Mikey felt the tears welling up in his eyes at everything. "I'll get you help. Why don't we go back home?"

Raphael became scared at the words. "What? Your goin' to squeal on me?"

"Not squeal, just get Master Splinter to help you!" Right when Mikey was going to turn to leave, Raphael brought his sai down on his brother's shoulder. He let out a scream of pain which seemed to bring about some attention to the people in the streets below. "You ain't tellin' nobody 'bout this! You hear me?"

"I can't believe you, Raph! Why did you do this?" Mikey saw the blood go down his arm and onto his fingers.

Raphael grabbed him by the shoulders, not caring about the blood. "Don't tell anybody."

"What am I supposed to say about this cut? That I got stabbed by the Shredder?" asked Mikey.

"Sure, why not? I bet Leo is dumb enough to buy that."

"I'm not going to lie." Mikey stood firmly in what he believed in.

"Fine, then you ain't goin' back home." He shoved Michelangelo really hard, causing him to fall off the ledge and to the street below. Blood poured from what seemed like every part of his body as he felt his life pour out of him. Raphael then realized what he had done. "No! Mikey!"

Some people gathered around the now dead turtle, wondering just what he was. That was when Raphael made his exit.

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Leonardo was getting worried since it was past midnight and his two brothers weren't home yet. Donatello was busy trying to fix some stuff that had been broken earlier so he was too busy to worry. Splinter was already sleeping and his boys didn't want to disturb him from his slumber.

"I wonder where they went." Leo said out loud. At that moment Raph came into their warehouse home. He had blood on his chest and hands. Leo's eyes went wide and he went over to him. "What happened to you? Where's Mikey?"

"Mikey's dead." Raphael went to the sink to wash his hands.

"Dead? What? Who killed him? Tell me, Raph!" Leo was starting to panic.

Raphael looked at Leo. "I did. I killed him and some other poor shithead on the roof."

This was beginning to sink in on Leo. "No! NO! Not Mikey! Raph what did you do?"

"Leo, I'm not cut out to be like you guys. I'm not some pussy ninja who don't kill. Ninjas kill."

"Pussy ninja? That's what we are to you?" asked Leo with anger.

"Ain't it obvious?" Raphael turned to his older brother with a cynical smile.

"Then you leave this place and never come back. If I ever see you again I will kill you. I'm not killing you now because I'm too disgusted by you right now." Leo said. "I'm giving you ten minutes to pack up."

Raphael went to his room, got all his stuff and then left, and never turned back to them.

to be continued.