This was a contest entry for BoxedNaga for her illustration: art/Kill-Everybody-288287741

What now? This wasn't supposed to happen. I mean, yeah, I know we're ninjas and stuff, and like, we totally get into situations that we know are really, really bad for your health, such as dodging knives, heading into open fire, and jumping off twenty story buildings... but we're good! Or at least, we were good...

I don't know how it even happened. One moment we're watching some TV, next thing you know, we're at Casey's getting ready to watch a video staring none other then the short-tempered, hot-headed turtle you all know and love...Raphael Hamato!

I almost couldn't really process what it was I was watching on the plasma TV screen. I mean, it LOOKED like the same television that's always been in that apartment for the last few years, burnt out edges, the spiral crack on the lower left corner, but it was different now. It was different because the images on it weren't right, there must have been something wrong with the wires or something.

So if it wasn't right, then how did we end up in that warehouse? Why was it only three of us kicking bad guy ass instead of four?

So Raph is gone, right? He's gone. I haven't even said that out loud. And though the rest of us are still here, in a way we're gone too. I see everybody else, but they're not there. Nobody is here. Especially not Raph.

But Father always told us that even if any of us were gone, they would still be with us in spirit. Yeah. Raph is gone, but he's not really REALLY gone. He's here, with us. With me! He's with me! Heck, he never left! He's right here, and I bet he's ready as shell to go out and kick some butt! Let's go! Let's go, Raph!

Let's go everybody! Raph's not gonna wanna sit around and stare at the boob tube, he's gonna wanna hunt some Dragons! Hey, the streets ain't gonna clean themselves!

What's wrong with everybody? Ah, screw 'em. They wouldn't know a good time if crawled up their asses. What we need to do, is find some Dragon scum, and give 'em a little payback! Carve them up, real good, just like they did to you!

A tongue? What the fuck do they need a tongue for? 's not like they let you keep yours. Let's see how much they like it when somebody strips the skin from their thighs. Take a crow bar to their groins to see if they really do harbor male genitalia!

All these kids, what the fuck is wrong with them?! Don't they realize that this life of crime they lead is only gonna get them carved up? Carved up like some beast? Set on display for their brothers to find?

Well, they gotta learn somehow. And we'll teach 'em. We'll teach 'em tonight what happens when you take somebody's brother and leave them to bleed to death. I know Leo says that with Hun finally put in his place (as in six feet under) that we need to move on. But we can't! Doesn't he realize that for every Hun, there are maybe fifteen punks in the city who think they're gonna take his place?! No! Fuck that! This ain't over! This ain't over by a long shot!

Back off, Leo! This is what Raph wants! He gave everything! EVERYTHING! You see this? You see this blood?! I'm gonna finish the job! I'm gonna finish it for Raph! I'm gonna finish it, and the city is gonna be clean! It's gonna be clean, no more crime, no more death, no more evil, it's gonna be clean, I'm gonna clean it, I'm gonna clean it...

Clean.

It's gonna be clean. I'm gonna wear this mask, and it's gonna be clean. As clean as this mask. This mask is Raph. Raph is my mask. I'm gonna do this for him! I'm doing this for him!

For him...kill everybody...