Blanket Disclaimer: I do not own the turtles, their allies, or any brand names/items that may be seen in this story. All rights to their respective owners. I only own Nisshoku and my other original characters. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead, is unintentional. Thank you.
Save Me
Save
Verb
1. To rescue from danger or possible harm, injury, or loss.
2. To keep safe, intact, or unhurt; safeguard; preserve.
3. To keep from being lost.
Synonyms
Deliver - free - recover - redeem - liberate
Chapter One: Nee
I don't know what time it is when something pulls me from a deep slumber. I sit up, my heart pounding. My eyes narrow and I scan the room, but nothing seems amiss. My shoulders slump.
It's been three weeks since that fateful night at the Cathedral. Donnie insisted I heal up before we rushed back into the thick of things. But a lot can change in three weeks.
I let out a tired sigh and stand up, knowing that I'm not going to get back to sleep anytime soon. Not with the thoughts spinning around in my head. I quietly slip from Mikey's room and head for the dojo. I need to work out some tension. But when I arrive at the door of the training room, I realize that it's already occupied.
A green figure stands not ten feet away, repeatedly slamming his fists into the worn punching bag. I can hear him panting, but that's not what catches my attention. It's the quivering of his shoulders and the cry of anguish that rips from his throat as he sends his fist crashing into the bag one last time.
Raphael sags to his knees, burying his face in his hands. "Why'd it have to be him?" he asks brokenly. "Why Mikey, out of the four of us? He won't be able to withstand the things Shredder's gonna make him do. Not a second time."
My heart drops into my stomach and I press a hand to my mouth to stifle my own cry. I stumble away from the dojo and make it all the way to the kitchen before I collapse on the concrete floor. Tears well up in my eyes and I pull my knees to my chest, whimpering as my still-not-quite-healed stomach protests.
It's no secret that I blame myself for the current situation. After all, if I hadn't run off, this wouldn't have happened. I know that Raph blames me too - and Leo doesn't bother to conceal the fact that he doesn't trust me. The only person who's even really talking to me right now is Donnie, and that's mostly for medical stuff like when he checks my stab wound.
I won't be able to live with myself if their little brother doesn't make it out of this. I almost killed Raph once. I can't risk taking Mikey from them too.
So as I sit there on that cold, hard floor, I make a silent vow. I'm getting Mikey out of the Foot Clan for good.
No matter what the cost.