No good deed goes unpunished.
That's what Master Splinter used to tell his children growing up, but they had never really understood his words until that night. The night they lost everything.
It had been a year since the final battle with Oroku Saki, where Leonardo had taken the Shredder down by himself in order to save his siblings. Leo made sure the evil man was dead before freeing his brothers and sister, and after they had gone home with happiness in their hearts. The Shredder was dead and the Foot clan was no more. Everything would be okay.
If only they had known how wrong they were.
Karai's heart was filled with hate after the death of her father. The man who had raised her and taught her everything there was to know. The man who read her bedtime stories and made sure the monsters wouldn't come to get her in the middle of the night.
Karai mourned her deceased father and swore revenge on those cursed turtles. She would make them pay.
So day by day she slowly built the Foot clan up until she had her entire empire back again at her beck and call. Karai had her Foot ninja scour every inch of New York, aboveground and in the sewers. Sure, it took a while, but a couple of her ninja reported seeing a mutant in the sewers one day, and Karai smiled because she would finally have her revenge.
It was a normal night for the Hamato family, but Leo had a bad feeling stirring inside of him. He couldn't tell why, however. It was only when Donatello rushed out of his lab in a panic that Leo knew his feeling was justified.
"The security wire was tripped," Donnie reported, eyes wide.
"Let's go check it out," Leo said. He gathered up Raph, leaving Venus and Michelangelo at home to hold down the fort.
It surprised Leo when he encountered a lone Foot ninja in the sewers. He was so sure they had taken every part of that damned clan out. Raph merely laughed and knocked the ninja out, but stepped back in confusion when a metal tube fell out of the ninja's grip and fell to the ground.
"What the hell is that?" Raph looked to Donnie, but his brainy brother looked equally confused.
"I… I'm not-" before Donnie could finish his sentence, the tube started to emit a type of gas.
"Guys, get back!" Leo ordered, and the three turtles took off running towards the lair. Gas started to fill the sewers, and Donnie could only hope that Mikey and Venus would barricade themselves in his lab.
But that was too much to ask.
They did make it to the lair, but it was a second too late. Venus was standing outside the lair, screaming, tugging at Master Splinter's limp form, trying to get him out of the collapsed lair. The lair was blown up and set on fire. Mikey was nowhere in sight, and Leo had a very bad feeling that Mikey hadn't made it out.
The gas started to choke them, and Donnie fell to the ground first, knocked out cold. As black dots appeared in Leo's vision he could see dozen's on Foot ninja with gas masks on, grabbing at his brothers and sister. They paid no mind to Master Splinter's body, which wasn't moving.
Master Splinter was dead. There was no doubt about it. Even worse, Mikey's body was inside the lair, crushed by stone and slowly burning.
It was over.
The Foot ninja took the four remaining turtles back to their base, locking them up in the dungeon's, feeding them enough to keep them alive. Torture was a part of their daily schedules. Two years after they were captured, Venus was sent to God knows where. Three months later, Donnie was taken too, and Leo couldn't forget the screams as his little brother was dragged out of the chamber, begging for his older brothers to save him.
They never saw Venus or Donnie again.
Leo and Raph remained in Karai's grasp for twenty years, just getting by. They were reduced to nothing, each begging the other to hold on for a little longer.
Leo would never forgive Karai. His immediate younger brother was rocking himself back and forth every day, no hope left in his eyes. Raph didn't have the strength to be angry anymore. Donnie and Venus were gone, and Leo had no way of telling if his siblings were still alive anymore.
Michelangelo was dead. His poor, sweet, youngest brother was dead, and he had most likely died alone in the flames. Many a night Leo would find himself thinking of the orange banded turtle, remembering the light in his eyes before reminding himself that those eyes were forever closed.
Leonardo would never forgive.
Hello, everyone! I've decided to start this story, and hopefully, it'll turn out decent. Anyways, this is the prologue, and I hope you'll stay tuned for the story itself.
I'll try to update every Friday, but knowing me, I might fall off the ball. But if you end up kind of liking this fic, just keep in mind that reviews motivate me to update.
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