An RPG fic. Bold is written by me and is Raphael and normal is written by ChiakiAngel and is Michelangelo
L o o k i n g . F o r . A n g e l s
Michelangelo rocked on his heels, looking around the large expanse of the city. It was nice being out here, but right now, he was looking for his brother.
He didn't want Raph to be doing the Nightwatcher thing anymore... it was just too dangerous. He caught sight of a quick moving shadow, a followed after it. He just hoped Raph wouldn't do anything stupid.
My boots shift against the pavement, a dull clang echoing as I move across the asphalt. I glance around, shifting the visor of my helmet. I don't see anything, but I can't be sure. I take a deep breath and adjust my weapons strapped across the expanse of my belt. Quiet. Ninja stealth. Last mission as the night watcher. I gotta make this count. I gotta make this count so when I stop, when I stop for my father, for Leo, for Don and for Mikey, it will be worth it. I glance around once more and bound off through the night, over the rooftop.
I quickly dart after the shadow, more sure now that it is my brother. He's surprisingly fast in his Nightwatcher costume, but I really shouldn't be as surprised as I am. That's just Raph for you
I swing on to the next building, using one of the clotheslines stretched between the two buildings. If I wasn't trying to stay silent and keep up after Raph, I know I'd be letting everyone else know exactly how fun it was.
I hear a quiet twang behind me and I stop dead, whirling around. Nothing. Damn it, I'm too wound up tonight! I frown, moving to the next building. At the next alleyway, just at the corner of fifth and sixth street. I see men, gathering around. I head a cry, a sound coming from a child and I see red. Without a moment's hesitation, I crouch low, dropping down into the filthy chasm between the buildings.
I watch Raph disappear in between the buildings, and quickly make my way over to the roof. I crouch on the edge, overlooking the scene below. There was a child being cornered, and I unconsciously grip my nunchakus. If Raph wasn't down there, I sure as shell would be.
If I wasn't trying to keep out of Raph's way, I'd definitely go down there and help him, but I was only watching for now.
The men are looking at me, and I can see that they're just thugs, heavies. I reach at my belt and pause. Looking from the men to the cowering kid that's backed up against the wall. These guys deserve my Sais. I pull them out by the hilt, "You want to pick on someone...?" I growl low, "Hmm?... asswhipes?"
I slowly let go of my weapons and place my hands down on the ledge of the roof. I'm positive Raph can handle this. It's only a few thugs after all, and Raph's a ninja!
Glancing over at the kid, I frown slightly. He looks scared out of his wits. Hopefully Raph will have the foresight to get him out of there.
These guys are fast. Better than I expected them to be. I'm fast, even in this suit. But it's hindering my movement and I can feel the sting of sweat as it breaks out on my forehead and in hot patches across my body. I'm breathing harder than I should, and I don't know exactly what's wrong with this picture here. I only see that the kid doesn't look quite so scared anymore. Oh crap.
I shift my footing, trying to work out the muscle before it cramps. Raph's doing pretty good so far, which means there's nothing to worry about. Yet. I know how Raph is, but I can only hope he doesn't follow the same pattern.
He was doing pretty good against the thugs. I glance over to see how the kid is doing, and do a double take. What? Why was he smiling?
"Damn it..." I hiss, avoiding the next strike, I look around, in the further corners of the ally. There, hidden by the light in such a way that almost no once could see them, certainly no one not in the alcove itself, were more men. And I could see the glinting metals of guns. Aimed at me. This was a set up.I drop my head, letting out a low chuckle. The blows have stopped and I keep my eyes glued to the ground. There's a sick feeling in my chest, but I force myself to twist out a smirk, "You have help." I mutter, "Cute..."
I can feel my heart pounding, something telling me that this was wrong. Raph shouldn't be cornered, not like that. How had they known he'd be out? Or were they just hoping for one of us to drop in?
By the looks of the thugs, they're not Dragons... did that mean they were specifically after the Nightwatcher?
"I remember when you stopped my father..." A man steps out of the shadows, "He was a great man until you got him." He sneers at me, the great hulking figure, "Before you killed him!" I snarl, "I killed him, then he was no great man!" I can see the man itching for a fight but he lowers his fists with an eerie sort of calm. "Alright. It's taken months of careful planning to find you. Now that we-" "I don't want the villain speech! If yer gonna shoot me." I lean forward, eyes narrowed, voice low and husky, and I try to keep the fear and pain out of it, 'Then do it." I growl, "Now."
My heart quickens as I see the figure raise his gun, and my mind races. No, why won't Raph move! I don't want to see Raph go down, he's my brother. It just wouldn't be right. So, I do the only thing that comes to my mind and I jump down, landing in front of him. I hear the bang, and the all I feel is pain
At the sound of the shot, everybody scatters. I stare at the figure in front of me, frozen. Not moving head, lolling back. I work on reflex, lunging forward, wrapping my arms around him and clutching him tight to my chest as he falls. I land with a thud, 'Mikey!" I feel winded, but I feel numb. As if nothing has started to set in yet. My brother is coughing now, choking from the impact, and I clutch at him tighter as he squirms, "Shhh Mikey….Bro…its okay. Juts breath damn it. My face is wet now. And I blink to clear my eyes.
I can hear Raph, and I try to focus on his voice, but all I can feel is this burning pain. I hear a pained whimper, and vaguely wonder if it's coming from me. It's hard to breathe, especially with the nasty taste of copper climbing up the back of my throat.
I feel Raph's arms around me, but they're just in the background. Everything else is focused on the intense pain I'm feeling. If anything, I'm more glad that it wasn't my brother who was shot... I don't think I would have been able to handle it.
I choke out a gasp, pulling my brother closer to me. There's so much blood. So much. There shouldn't be…I swallow the lump in my throat. What did Donatello show me? I growl as my outfit constricts around me. I can't move damn it. I fumble with the straps for a moment before ripping the helmet off and sending it clattering to the floor. The cold air hits my face, brushing across my sweat stained cheeks. 'Mikey." I gasp out, "Bro… bro, answer me. I need you to focus." I wrap one of my arms around him in a fierce hug, keeping my grip on him firm as my eyes rake his body for the entry point. "Mikey… Mikey focus." I tap his cheek and it's then I notice just how pale he's getting. My heart clenches. "Mike."
My head is swimming, and I'm finding it harder to breathe. I feel a light tapping on my cheek and try to focus on Raph's voice. It hurts a lot, and I just want to go to sleep to make it go away.
I cough once more, my chest aching as it heaves. The pain feels like it's coming from everywhere, but under my arm hurts the most. Why was it that the thugs always brought guns? It wasn't fair.
I could tell my thoughts were getting delusional, but it was hard to focus
Michelangelo coughs again, and I make to cradle his head in my hand, rubbing it soothingly, "Shhh bro." I fight to keep the panic out of my voice, 'Shhh, its okay. Just focus bro… tell me where it hurts the most…"
I take in a raspy breath, trying to once more grasp on to my brother's voice. Focusing is good. "U-under my arm..."
I internally wince at the sound of my voice. Yeah, that definitely sucked
I wince at his voice. It's so weak, it unnerves me. Mikey should never sound like this."Under yer arm?" I shift him over muttering a stream of, 'Sorry... sorry...God I'm sorry Mike..." As I do so. I see it, deep in my brother's side, at the base if his ribs. Blood. And a horrible, horrible hole gauged into his flesh. I have seen many wounds in my life, but this one. This one would always be the worse. 'Okay... bro. I'm going to have to see if I can bind this. It's gonna hurt Mikey. Think you can hold on fer me Bro?"
"Y-yeah..." I know it's going to hurt... it couldn't possibly hurt more than already did, could it? I force out another cough, trying to clear my throat of the nasty tasting copper. That was the worst thing about wounds, coughing up blood.
My head was pounding and it felt like fire was running through my veins at the moment.
I turn Mikey onto his side. Prising his arms away from his side, I pull them above his head, "Sorry Mikey…" I mutter, pulling his bandanna away from his eyes, I bind his hands above his head, tethering to the alleyways ladder rung 'Just to keep you steady..." I mutter, even though I know he probably isn't even listening. It's killing me to do this. Tearing the strips of cloth from between my amour, I begin the slow, torturous process of binding the wound. I know I have to bind it very tight. I also know just how much it will hurt. 'Sorry Bro."
I want to scream at the sudden fire that rips through me. Yes, it definitely hurts a lot more after the fact. I bite down on my lip, hard enough to muffle the scream. I think I've found a new way to make someone who's delirious, focus. Cause them a lot of pain.
The binding on my wrists is the only thing holding me steady at the moment, otherwise I know I would have fallen already
I feel Mikey tense beneath my hands, slumping down, with all his weight on his bound hands. He's keening lightly and I see that he's bitten down on his lip so much so it's drawing blood. I shiver, tightening the bindings. I hate doing this. Kami I hate doing this so much."Almost done bro, "I mutter, pulling the next wrapping tight, "Almost done."
I turn my eyes up to my brother, knowing that they're definitely watering, if tears haven't come out already. Wasn't there any way to just stop the pain? Something to make it go numb?
I can taste the copper in my mouth, and I nearly gag. I let out a whimper through my mouth, and quickly bite back down on my lips. Next time, I was going to jump in earlier. Before they decide to try and shoot my brother.
"Almost done bro, "I mutter again, pulling the last wrapping tight. It's like some twisted mantra.I grimace, "Almost done Mikey." I fasten the last wrapping tight, focusing only on that and not on the tears glistening in my baby brother's eyes. I finally finish, pulling my hand away.
I pant quietly, trying to fight back the overwhelming urge to just close my eyes and not wake up, because that sure as shell would get rid of the pain.
I shift slightly, and just let out a pained whimper at the action. Okay, I wanted some of that stuff that made you go numb, and that way I wouldn't be over here.
Mikey tries to move and I hear him whimper softly. Frowning I lean over him, one hand curled around his bound wrists. I support his shell with one arm and I quickly pull away the knots of his bandana, paying close mind to keep his steady. I don't want to hurt my brother any more. It's then the guilt starts setting in. The terrible, gnawing guilt that starts to eat at me from the very inside. From my core. It was my fault . It should have been me.
I feel Raph's supporting grip, and it's then that I feel myself sink into him. Maybe sleeping wasn't such a bad idea?
My eyes were really heavy, and the pain in my side was just making it even more prominent to me.
I breathe slowly, my eyes drifting shut. Just a little nap?
I wrap my arms around my brother's limp form, sinking slowly to the ground with him in my arms. "Mikey... you okay bro?" He doesn't answer and I see his eyes drooping shut, "Mikey! Wake up you idiot!" I hiss, fighting to keep the panic out of my voice
I force my eyes open to look at my brother, my body hurting. "But it hurts Raph..."
Wasn't that a good enough excuse to just sleep? Sleeping always took away pain.
I feel a dark shudder pass through me at the look in my brother's eyes. Such pain. Pleading. He's hurting so badly…. I shake my head, "No Mike." I hold him tighter to my chest, "You sleep, you never wake up bro." I swallow the lump in my throat, "And I aint gonna let that happen."
"I don't wanna not wake up..." I was mumbling now, fighting to stay awake. But it was hard, especially with how foggy my mind was getting. I could feel that Raph was holding me tightly, but not so tight so as to hurt me.
I knew in the back of my mind that Raph was worried, but couldn't quite place my thumb on why.
I look around, never letting go of Mike, 'No. That's good bro. You want to wake up again right?" I'm trying to keep him awake now, "Talk to me bro. Tell me something about that Justice force you like okay?" I swallow hard, my eyes on the sky. I knew it. I could feel the chill. It's going to snow. I shiver. Mikey can't be out in the cold, but I can't move him.
"I told you, right...?" I rested my head on Raph's chest, finding it comfy. "That I'm p-part of the team...?"
My teeth chatter, and I shiver in Raph's arms. The temperature is dropping, and I feel even more tired. But Raph wanted me to stay awake... how am I supposed to do that when I'm so tired?
"Yeah bro. I heard, that's really awesome. So who's your favorite?" I think I can movie him... if I try. I try to come up with a plan.
"S-silver S-sentry... of course..." I'm shivering now, my teeth chattering. How am I supposed to answer Raph's questions if he can't make heads or tails of what I'm saying.
"Silver Sentry huh? Yeah he's pretty cool." I think of the time me and Casey were out by the docks. Not too far from here there's an abandoned building, "So, you think you're ready to move Mikey?" I'm trying to sound optimistic but I can tell that it's failing.
I don't really want to move, but deep down I know that I have to. I can hear the chattering of my teeth, and I just turn my face into my brother. I know he's waiting for an answer, so I just nod.
I see Mikey nod and I brace myself, shifting position. I grimace as I move my arms, "Okay bro, this is gonna hurt." I lift him up.
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