Hello Readers! I'm Michelle Angela and this is my first fic posted here on this site. I will take any sorts of reviews. If you hate it then tell me, if you like it I'll keep typing it up! Have any advice or critiques? I'll take them too!

Now, I haven't come up with a title for this fic yet. Alias was one that came to mind, but I wasn't sure. Sooo if any of you readers out there can help me come up with a nice title,it would be apprieciated!

With that said...

Read Away

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Just the plot.

"Michelangelo," Master Splinter beckoned his youngest son into the Meditation Room. "You must put a stop to your childish ways, my son.

Pulling these pranks on your brothers is starting to wear thin and cause tension amongst us."

"But -"

"My son, you are much too old for these sort of things." Master Splinter continued.

"But, Master Splinter, I didn't do it this time, I swear - I - " he tried to explain.

Master Splinter merely raised a hand for him to stop. "I do not wish to hear any excuses for you behavior, Michelangelo. Now, your brothers aren't exactly happy with you at the moment. I advise for you to go for a bit while I talk to them. Then we shall talk about your punishment when you return. Understood?"

Mikey nodded. "Yes Sensei." he bowed to his father before exiting the room.

He never got a chance to defend himself. If it was Leo, he was sure that Master Splinter would have at least listened to him. It was a complete mystery to him as to who did those pranks on his brothers because it sure wasn't him. His potentially assigned prank had completely missed him and instead got Klunk who was now suffering a case of the itches.

One of them set me up he thought as he passed the Dojo.

"Mikey is really becoming more like kid everyday." Donnie was saying. "It's time he cleaned up his act."

Mikey peeked into the Dojo, making sure he was silent as possible.

"He's lucky I didn't pound tha snot outta him. " Raph was talking now. "If I see his face..." he finished his sentence with a roundhouse kick at the punching bag.

"Why do we even bother with - ."

Mikey didn't get to hear the rest of his eldest brother's sentence because at that moment Casey Jones and April O'Neil came through the door. Quickly, the orange banded turtle removed himself from where he was eavesdropping and grabbed his skateboard just as his brothers were coming out from the Dojo.

"What's up, Mike?" Casey greeted. "Feelin'... itchy?"

Furrowing his eye ridges at the human, Mikey shook his head no. The hinted word didn't dawn on him. "I'm hitting the tunnels." he said and brushed passed him. "Later, dude."

"What's wrong with Mikey?" April asked, watching him leave

"He's jus mopin' cause he got in trouble for his pranks." Raph said, sheathing his sais. "Big baby."

Casey paused. "His pranks?" he repeated. "Aw, man...Look, Mikey didn't do any of those things - I did."

Leo and April narrowed their eyes, Donnie looked wary and Master Splinter merely perked his ears up. Raph, however, looked on the verge of beating his best friend to a pulp.

"You sayin' that you were the one who - ?" Raph stopped for a moment, apparently at a loss for words. "How come you didn't get, Mikey, then?"

"I did, man." Casey insisted. "His was tha itchin' powder. I dunno what happened! "

"Casey Jones!" April scolded in anger.

"Meww.." Klunk purred in agony, covered slightly in white dust, scratching himself feverently against the stone floor.

"That explains a lot." Donnie said shortly.

"Yeah." Casey laughed nervously.

"Casey Jones, you're a dead man!" Raph shouted, throwing himself at the human and the two of them wrestled around on the floor.

"What do we do about Mikey?" Leo asked. The guilt of wrongfully accusing his youngest brother was starting to sink in.

Master Splinter sighed softly. "I think it best to wait until he comes home."

Mikey carried his skateboard under his arm, his thoughts swirling on what just happened. This wasn't the first time, he got into trouble, but it was the first he was getting in trouble for something he didn't do. He could see as to why they would blame the pranks on him, as he was famous for doing most of the jokes around the lair.

His brothers were just speaking out of anger. They didn't mean half the things they were talking about or at least he hoped so. Besides, Master Splinter would probably give him the usual extra evening practices as always.

It was nothing new.

And now that Casey and April were there, maybe his brothers would all calm down a lot faster. For some reason, Mikey found himself going over what his human friend had greeted him with

"What's up, Mike? Feelin'... itchy?"

It suddenly hit Mikey like a dumbbell. Casey was the one who did all those pranks on his brothers! He shook his head as he reached his destination, reminding himself to beat up on the hockey masked vigilante when he got the chance.

"Here. we. go!" Mikey shouted, laying out his skateboard and jumping on board.

The sea green turtle pushed himself down the tunnel and once gaining enough momentum, placed both feet onto his ride. Before he knew it, flashes of green and grey were zooming past him as he sped down the sewer tunnel on his. He rounded sharply down another exit, the wheels scraping against the concrete at the sudden turn.

His heart pumping wildly against his chest, Mikey bent forward, the tail ends of his orange bandana flapping behind him as he prepared to jump. Hopping off into the air, the turtle accomplished a 180 and landed smoothly on a water pipe. He skidded across the rusted metal, balancing himself as to not fall over.

His body swelling with adrenaline, he shouted, "Cowabungaaaa!" and spiraled into the air.

As he glided in the air, the front of his skateboard caught on something and he was sent hurtling backwards after being hit in the stomach. He collided against the ground, the sewer water splashing around him. As he made to stand, something hit him upside the head and he fell against the wall. On the verge of unconsciousness, Mikey felt hands feeling around his skin and faint whispers around him. As he regained his senses, the sea green turtle felt a small prick on his arm.

"No way, dude!" he cried out, knocking over whoever had been administrating the fluid into him from the syringe.

Mikey whipped out his weapons, somersaulting back to keep a good distance between himself and the enemies that were now surrounding him.He stumbled a bit, his vision become blurry as he tried to concentrate on his opponents. His heart felt like it was ready to burst from his chest and his felt ready to explode! Something wasn't right.

Swit!

"Hi-ya!" Mikey exclaimed, blocking a blade that came down on him from behind. He spun around and front kicked the attacker into the wall.

He wrapped his left chuck round the sword, whipping it out of his attacker's hands before thwacking him on the head with the other. Leaping over the now unconscious opponent, he started executing swift attacks on the other enemies that were now swarming him for a bit of action. As he roundhouse kicked a cloaked figure across the tunnel, he caught a glimpse of his surroundings only to find that his predicament had grown worse as more men spilled from various tunnels.

"Aw, c'mon..." Mikey slurred, shaking his head. He paused, leaing against the grimy walls of the sewer, trying to get the are to stop spinning. It was ridiculous!

One of the standing men took this to his advantage and charged at the turtle on time out. Mikey sighed heavily at the amateur and simply stuck out his leg, too drowsy to even lift up an arm. The cloaked man, tripped and fell, hitting his head hard on the cement bottom of the shallow murky water. A smirk graced the young turtle's face as he faced off the group of opponents.

"Today is Sooo not my day." he muttered, trying to raise his arms in a combat stance, but they suddenly felt extremely heavy - like lead.

What the shell did they poke into me? he thought as he suddenly found himself unwillingly fall to his hands and knees. I gotta call the guys... I...

He croaked out desperately for his Sensei, hoping somehow he'd feel or hear him before he collapsed into darkness.

Master Splinter was jolted from his meditation by a sharp pang. It was filled with pain and shock, the fear that accompanied was too much to bear as he tried to zero in on the source that could cause such a start in himself. The old rat took a shaky breath, closing his eyes and opened his senses to the things all around.

His whiskers twitched as he smelt the scent of blood coming from a sewer tunnel not too far away. Humans. They had been close, but it seemed that had left just a few minutes ago, obviously in a great rush. He sniffed again, his ear flattening against his head as he heard a clatter from outside his door. His temperamental son and Mister Jones must have gone at it again. A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips, shaking his head slightly at such foolishness. It was beyond his reach to stop it.

"Mas...ter... Splin'er..."

The elderly rat's smile was wiped off his face in a second, replaced by a deep frown.Michelangelo. It was his blood he smelt mixing in the air with the scent of humans. His youngest son was nearing his death...he could feel it in him.Something had to be done. He would die before he lived to see any of his sons buried.

Standing swiftly, Master Splinter grabbed his walking stick, swung open his doors and entered the lair. His three sons were now piled on the couch,seemingly content on watching some vampire movie that Casey Jones had brought over, who was currently sitting before them on the floor.

"My sons...Mister Jones, Miss O'Neil," he began, calling for their attention. Three heads turned to look at him while Casey and April jumped a foot in the air, startled by the entrance of the mutant rat. Master Splinter looked at them gravely. "Your brother is in serious trouble."

"What sort of trouble?" Leo demanded, his eyes narrowing as he stood from the couch.

"You want us to go look for him?" Donnie added as he followed suit.

Raph squeezed his hands into fists. If it was Leo or Donnie telling him that Mikey was in trouble, he'd assume the kid fell over on his skateboard and broke a leg, but when Master Splinter looked the way he did and sounded the way he did. It was much worse.

"The kind of trouble that could lead him to death..." Master Splinter answered in a soft voice. He narrowed his eyes, avoiding the shocked faces of his sons and company. "Let us not dawdle. We must get to him quickly."

Leo followed after his father, the others falling into step behind him. He found himself becoming wracked with guilt for not being able to sense his youngest brother's distress. With the distractions he set himself in, he failed to pick up on anything around him. If Mikey was... Leo shook his head at the depressing thought.

You better hang on, Lil' bro

"Good work." a familiar voice drifted from down the tunnel.

Click. Clang. Click. Plop! Something bounced off the wall and splashed into the murky water.

"So long, Michelangelo." he mocked with a malice laugh. "Let's go boys. I have seen the proof."

Leo's eyes widened. He recognized the voice! Bishop

He made to go after him, but Master Splinter stuck out his arm and slowly shook his head. The elderly rat pointed to a figure lying half in the shadows.

"Mikey." Donnie whispered, breaking from the group as soon as the coast was clear.

"Oh my gosh!" April exclaimed, her hands flying to her mouth as she turned away.

"Aw, man." Casey breathed at the sight of the mangled turtle. "What'd they do to 'em?"

The figure being examined over by the intelligent purple clad turtle didn't even look like Michelangelo. He layed in a pool of his own blood, which was spilling from a deep wound from his thigh, scrapes and bruises were imprinted upon him as if he had taken on a vicious beating and his veins were clearly seen through his skin as though something had been injected into him.

Raph clenched his jaw, turning away from the scene and punched the wall. "Ima kill 'im! Ima kill 'im!" he shouted savagely. "Ima kill 'im!"

"N-No... Raphie..." Mikey had awoken to the shout of his hot tempered brother. "S' a - a trap.."

"Mikey, you need to save your breath, bro." Donnie instructed around the lump in his throat.

Mikey turned his eyes to his older brother and forced a sad smile. "You...n' I both - both know..." he paused. "I'm not gonna..m'ke it."

"Shut up Mikey!" Leo ordered fiercely, tears stinging at his eyes. "You'll live."

"S' poison." was the soft response. Mikey ignored Leo, his eyes still on the on Donnie. "Bish'p...inj..ected into...m-me."

Donnie couldn't hold in the tears. He burst into harsh sobs as he let his head fall to his little brother's plastron. As much as he wished it wasn't true, Mikey was right. Bishop had shot him with a poison that was deadly to the body with no known cure. It was impossible that his brother would survive this.

"..'Kay Don." Mikey whispered. "..'S not...pain..ful. - much."

"My son." Master Splinter layed a paw on his son's forehead.

"I...lo'e you..." he whimpered, turning to his father then to the others surrounding. "A..ll...'o you.."

"Mikey. Mikey...Mikey, wake up! Mikey!" Raph growled despite the heaviness in heart as he dropped beside his baby bro. "Open yer eyes."

Leo placed a hand on Raph's shell and whispered softly. "He's..He's - " he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"No!" Raph shouted, flinging off his brother's hand. Tears of anguish and grief were rolling down his cheeks. He pushed the blue clad turtle away from him.

Casey who had stayed quiet all through this, but silently sniffling came over to calm down his best friend or at least offer some kind of aide for Leo. "Raph, you have to - "

"Shuddup!" Raph shouted.

"Raph...please!" April begged, joining in to calm the tempered grieved turtle. At the touch of her hand, Raph suddenly spun around and hugged her. April was startled, never once seeing this side of her mutated friends. The woman frowned and embraced him tightly, feeling his tears soaking her hair. "It's alright." she soothed, pressing the side of her face against his chest as she let the sobs take over her.

Leo bowed his head, leaning against the wall and sinking to the floor. Something scraped his foot. He hastily moved the object, but paused when he noticed it was recorder. Without thinking, he fingered it in his hands and hit the play button.

"Whaddya stick in me?" the voice belonged to Mikey.

The others listened intently to the recording, holding onto the sound of Mikey's voice.

"It's a poison." came the reply. Bishop. "It attacks your body within minutes and soon you'll be - "

"Dead." Mikey finished, his voice becoming thicker.

"Smart turtle."

Someone shifted. "Whaddya want?...why'd ya - ya - "

"Inject you?" Bishop asked. He chuckled. "I'd rather have you dead than seeing you roam the cities trying to cause harm to the innocent people

above the ground. Your brothers are soon to follow."

"Like Shell!" Mikey's voice raised higher. He sounded angry. "Over my dead body..."

"Exactly." Their was slight shuffling as the static of the recorder grew louder. A loud shout of exclamation was heard. "Simple blood sample, my friend.

You know for research."

Mikey mumbled something incoherently.

"Care to repeat?"

"I'm gonna come back..." was the soft reply. "I'm gonna come back and - "

"And what?" Bishop pressed. "You'll be dead in the next few minutes. You're delusional."

Mikey sounded like he was sure of himself. "Ima come back, I will. When I do, you're dead."

Whap

"Good Work."

What happens? You'll have to wait and see!