Blue eyes lowered to the figure laying motionlessly on the couch. His gaped mouth and pained, closed eyes made him appear broken. The blue eyes softened; they were scared…forever.

He panted, trying to block the punches and kicks from the black-dressed men. Dodging a punch, he grabbed the arm, kneed his opponent in the shoulder, then flipped him into the wall behind him. Watching his comrades continue to fight gave him the strength he needed to continue, yet also tore him. "Guys, c'mon!" she shouted to them. "We don't have enough time!"

The comrade with golden eyes stabbed the ninja with both of his sais in the chest. Immediately, he threw both sais at the other ninjas that fought with the other two. The ninja toppled to the ground, dead. Grunting, he retorted, "Sorry, we're a little held up." Retrieving his weapons, Raphael turned towards his comrade—his brother. "Mike, ever since we set off on the mission you haven't acted like yerself."

The other two, Leonardo and Donatello nodded their heads. "He's right, Mikey," agreed Donatello, sheathing his bo under his belt behind his shell. "You seem…cold-hearted."

Michelangelo looked back at the ninja he just defeated, slumped against the wall, bloodied. "Don't think I'm going to kill someone," he protested softly. "I just want to collect the prisoner, and get the hell out." Signaling them forward, he began sprinting through the corridor. "C'mon, let's go!"

The others followed. However, Michelangelo would find something that no one expected.

Michelangelo wiped a few tears that streamed down his cheeks. He never wanted to see that again. So much blood…sadness…anger… The aqua turtle laid his hand on the figures face. The child was laid on the couch with a pillow supporting his head. As soon as he heard footsteps coming towards him, he murmured, "Why did this happen, dad?"

Splinter kneeled in front Michelangelo. His old rat face stricken with grief. The turtle noticed Splinters ears were downcast and his tail did not have that calm swishing it did when he was happy. "There was nothing we could have done in the end," his father soothed. Glancing at the teenaged child, he said, "I know all of you are scared from what you saw."

Michelangelo looked down. "You know?"

Splinter nodded. "You brothers told me everything," he said, but choked. "They told me that you—"

"NO! NO!" Michelangelo yelled, covering his ears. "I already know what I did! Don't tell me again!" He shook his head. Michelangelo began to cry uncontrollably. "I never thought I'd do that," he sobbed. He sunk down to the floor, knees curled to his chest. Hugging them, he said, "What happened to me?"

They ran down the hall. Blood was spurred on all four brothers. Each of them struggled to evade bloodshed, but with each defeated ninja, it seemed more of a struggle. Another screams ripped through the silence of the dimly lit hall. Adrenaline rushed through Michelangelo. "What's happening?" he asked. He wasn't holding back the fear.

"I don't know," Leonardo panted, trying to stay calm. "What the hell could the Foot be doing?"

Raphael growled. "Does it matter," he muttered. "Making these bastards pay and getting whoever is down here is all I care about."

For Michelangelo, time seemed to slow down. As another blood-curdling scream ripped the thick air, he felt something take over him. He remembered what a few of the guards said about a recent prisoner they were going to execute. The reason: none. The orange-masked turtle could not believe that people would stoop so low as to kill a human being without cause.

Tightening his jaw, he felt the tears come to his eyes. He heard the guards whispering the multiple tortures they performed, how the room stank with blood and death. Please, he begged, please let us be there in time. God, please let us make it. Another scream, another adrenaline rush. "Hurry up, guys!" he called, running full speed.

A door appeared on the side of the hallway. The squad halted. A voice screamed, "Please, stop! What did I do you?" The voice growled. "If you did not have me tied against this wall, I would so kick you fucking—" The sound of a gunshot silenced everything. Michelangelo turned to Raphael, but instead of seeing anger, he saw fear. Fear.

Leonardo unsheathed his katanas and busted the door down. Looking at the wall in front of them, they gasped in horror. A teenage boy hung limply on the wall by dripped from his mouth, thickening the metallic smell of the room. Leonardo looked at the two guards, taking careful notice of guns.
Three other ninja created a defense line in front them. Raphael growled, "Ya still want me ta hold back, Fearless?"

Leonardo prepared an offensive position. "For these dishonorable cowards…no." The two eldest charged towards the guards. Sparks flew as metal clashed.

Michelangelo was about to join them, but a hand grasped his wrist. "Mike, Raph and Leo can handle them," assured. "Our job is to take down the guards and free the kid."

The aqua turtle didn't waste another second. He smirked, and pulled out a nunchaku, leaving his left hand open. "Payback time!" The two guards began to shoot. Michelangelo's smirk only turned into a grin, feeling the thrill. He juped high into the air. "Don!" he shouted.

"On it!" he replied. Donatello sprinted towards the guards, who's attention was still on Michelangelo. He swung his bo staff across the first head. Giving his bo more slack at the end, he brough the bo vertically on the head. The guard grunted and tried to regain his position, but he received a powerful kick to the stomach.

Michelangelo dove toward the ground. The man with the gun was ditracted fighting with Donatello, giving Mikey the advantage. Moving his arm back as far as he could, Michelangelo swung every ounce of strength into the guards head. A sudden crack and line of blood alerted him, but that could come later. Taking the gun, he shot at the chains, busting them opened.

Gently, he and Donatello lowered the boy from the wall. "Great," scoffed Don. "The one time I didn't bring any medical supplies." Glancing at Mikey, he said, "We need to get him back to the lair immediately." Looking and Leonardo and Raphael, Donatello added, "I think this might be a new record of 'taking down scumbags' Raph."

"You're right on that, bro," he agreed, sheathing his bloody sais. The red-masked turtle glance around the room, sniffing. "From the smell of the blood, sounds like the kid's been abused for nearly a week. But they kept replenishing his energy only to beat him more."

Michelangelo shuddered. A whole week of this? That theory could not have proven true in his mind. He notice the weapon tossed carelessly in the ground, stained with red, and the blood on the ground. Bile shot to his mouth, vomiting. Coughing from the sudden reaction, he said morbidly, "Don?"

"Yeah?" he replied.

Michlengelo walked back to the guards, feeling his pulse. Nothing. "I…I think killed this guy." His three brother gave a loo of horror. The orange masked turtle began to sob. "I killed someone…"

Michelangelo's body trembled. His eyes lost the glimmer they once had, scared forever. Splinter hugged his son for comfort, letting Michelangelo cry on his shoulder. The Father rubbed his son's shell, singing to him quietly in Japanese:

Ā, watashi no musuko, anata ga okonatte iru?
Naze anata wa, kuroi mizu no ushiro ni kiete iru nodesu ka?
Watashi wa anata ga anzen ni shitai, koko ni watashi no ude no naka de
Ni kankei naku, watashi wa anata o hogo shinaideshou.

Okay, now I have not been writing as much, due to lack of discipline. So I'm deep in W'sB right now. This is pretty much a re-write of my first chapt. of Nightwatchers Legacy. However, I have absolutely no clue how this one will turn out. Mikey accidently killing someone was unexpected for me to write. So, do me a favor and write what you think. NO FLAMES! Not in the mood! Plus, everyone has their own version of the Turtles. Don't lie and tell me I'm wrong. Now for the song:

さて、日本曲 翻訳で(ひどく)書いたが、私はya漢字と英語のでしょう。
ああ、私の息子、あなたが行っている?
なぜあなたは、黒い水の後ろに消えているのですか?
私はあなたが安全にしたい、ここに私の腕の中で
に関係なく、私はあなたを保護しないでしょう。

Oh, my son, where have you gone?

Why did you have disappear behind black waters?

I want you safe, here in my arms

No matter what, I'll protect you.

Raph: I'll KILL YOU!

TS: Do that on your own time. (listens to music)

Mike: He may not…but I definitely will… (evil smirks, raising a knife)

TS: …I'm gonna go…now

Reviews please! ^_^