Author's rant of doom: Inspiration is so darn hard to fight! Grr. I gave up fighting when I started dreaming about it. (That was enough for me. I've had it. Now it's leaving me alone, but it can really be annoying.)

For anybody who's at all worried about my other story, First of all, Thanks! I don't get that much. Secondly, don't worry bout it. I will continue Shell Shock. Promise. I'm no quitter.

Anywho, not too much to say about it, other than this is dedicated to my eldest brother. Corey if you're reading this, (Which I seriously doubt you are, but it's a nice thought.) I love ya. Hope everybody likes this one.

Rated T for: Violence. What else? Possible language. Nothing too heavy.

Inspiration: Brothers. Their a pain in the neck when their around, and a pain in the heart when their gone.

Blame: Swanna, this one goes to you. Period. You practically forced me to watch TMNT last weekend, making this story resurface. You get mad at me, and I'll box you. I. don't. care.

Comment to fellow TMNT fans: I don't watch the 2003 toons so much as I watch the old toons. Blame my bro's for that one. I like the new stuff, just not as much. Don't worry, I'll try to do em justice, cause we all love em.

'Run'

'Run...' The thought surged through the young man. He was in his early twenties, with a thin, athletic figure. Sweat poured down his back, as he pumped his legs. His blue-grey eyes scanned the roof-top ahead of him, as he vaulted to the next building, tumbling onto his back like a turtle.

'Get up!' He thought, turning over, and shoving himself to his feet. And like that, he was off again. He was fast, and he knew it, but the main question remained. Was he fast enough?

'Run.' He thought again, the thought a little more urgent this time. His feet felt like they were on fire, as his speed increased.

'Can't give in now,' He thought, pushing forward. 'It's resting on me...'

Behind him, five pursuers. They were slower; a pitiful trait for a ninja, but then again, Lee had never found anyone faster than him ever since he could remember. They were all clad in black, with only one speck of color on their uniforms. A red foot, stamped dead-center of their uniforms. It almost looked like someone had stepped on their clothes with a foot coated in red paint.

'Doesn't matter now,' Lee thought, as he pushed himself further ahead. 'Just gotta keep it up for as long as I can...'

Suddenly, he came to a halt. The next roof-top was too far-away to jump. He growled, and whirled to face his pursuers. Their number had tripled to a full fifteen.

'I hate it when they do that...' Lee thought, pulling his fists up in a boxing stance. 'Annoying.'

The first one came at him, and tried to chop him the neck. Lee caught the blow, and twisted the ninja away. Then they all came at once. Lee jabbed, and kicked the first two aside. A third overpowered him, sending both himself, and his quarry to the ground. Lee smashed his face in with a vicious box to the jaw. Then, knocking aside his victim, Lee jumped back up, and gave a hard left at another ninja who stood in wait. Another jumped him from behind, wrapping his arms tightly around the man's neck.

With a battle cry, Lee ripped the man from his back, and threw him over his shoulder. There was a loud crack as the man landed on the ground.

Four more attacked Lee at once, and at last brought the man to his knees. Two held him down, struggling with the man's constant movement.

The third had been heaved off the roof, but the fourth remained, to kick him hard in the gut. Lee coughed, and sputtered. He glared up at the black clad, black masked, ninja.

The assailant moved to the side. A man nearly four times Lee's bulk walked up, glaring at Lee with angry, little beady eyes. He was clad in plain khaki pants, and a huge shirtless black shirt.

"You stole from us." The man stated plainly. "My master finds your boldness an admirable quality. He extends and invitation to join him, should you give up his-" The giant man paused, squinting his black, beady eyes at Lee.

'Must be racking that pathetic excuse of a brain for a word outside of his feeble vocabulary.' Lee thought, a small smile twitching on his lips.

"-Package." The man decided at last. "Or they might find your body on the beach this time tomorrow."

Lee laughed. "And reveal your existence to the world? Stupid."

The large man scowled. Bending over, he shoved his thick fist into Lee's smaller, thinner body.

Lee let out a gasp, as he was deprived of all the air that had been in his lungs minutes before. Blood spurted from his mouth, along with his very breath.

As he rasped for his breath, the giant pushed himself back to his full height. "Search him." He ordered the ninja standing next to him, turning away, as if disgusted by Lee.

Lee looked up, a wry smile on his lips. "You won't find it on me." He declared.

This caught the beady eyed man's attention. He turned back to face the man.

"That's right." He laughed ruefully. "I got rid of it. You'll never find it."

The giant made a signal, and the ninja holding Lee down, released him. Again the monstrous sized man stooped over, but this time, he wrapped his huge hands around Lee's skull, and picked him up off the ground.

"Where?" He asked, his eyes squinting.

Lee's smile widened. "A place I myself should've thought of years ago."

"He's what!?" The shriek could be heard from outside of the large, spacious home, if it were not for the fact that the neighbors lived a little too far away to hear more than loud shouting from the outside, and not the inside.

Inside, was a scene of turmoil. Three children were gathered up into the master bedroom, facing their parents.

The cry came from the eldest, a girl of some fifteen years, nearly sixteen. Her green eyes were wide with shock, and pain. Her mouth was hanging open, and her long messy hair was tossed into a ponytail. Her dark skin set her apart from the others in the room, as well as her loud, shocked response to her parent's announcement.

"What do you mean he's missing!?" The girl cried out in a shrill, pained cry. "He just had his surgery! Where would he go!? Who would want to take him!?" She wrung her hands, and then threw them into the air. "What did they say Mom?" She asked, her voice a little calmer than moments before. "What do they know?"

Her mother, a woman sitting on the bed with her husband shook her head. Her face was stained with tears, and her pretty green eyes were red with grief. Her curly blond hair was a mess from her neglecting to fix it at the news she had received.

"Nothing. They don't know anymore than we do. He was out all Friday evening, and they haven't seen him since." The woman gasped, breaking into sobs.

The second oldest child, another girl, crossed her arms. She was a shorter girl, of only twelve, or thirteen years of age. Her short blonde hair lay straight against her pale face. Her green eyes were clouded with annoyance, and mostly disinterest. "Pretty dumb of him for running out right after surgery." She muttered.

The older girl turned an angry glare upon her sister. "Shut up!" She snapped, her hands balling into fists. "Like you're one to talk!"

The younger girl glared back, and in a mocking tone twittered; "Oh I'm bored. I'm gonna go get into trouble, and disappear!"

The older girl had taken enough. She slugged her sister hard in the gut. The younger sister howled, and with a snarl, bit her arm.

"Girls!" The mother shouted, rushing between the two. "Behave yourselves! This is no time for a fight!"

The older girl glowered at her younger sister. "I know you hate him, but Lee took you to do stuff, even when you were being an obnoxious jerk to him! Can't you even give him the courtesy of worry!? Or even a dignified silence!?"

"Oh, and what?" The younger girl snorted. "Act all emo like you? Yeah right."

The older sister whirled away, running out of the house, towards the woods. Tears streamed down her face, as emotions raged within her. She was angry with herself for her lack of self-control, with Anne for being a rude, stuck up prick when everyone else was already hurting. She was also hurt at her Older brother's disappearance, and how little was really known about what had happened to him.

At last, she stopped running, finding herself at her favorite spot in their woods. It was her own little cave hidden by thick underbrush, and right next to the small trickling stream there. She sat down next to the water, thinking it over. Wonder struck her. What could possibly take someone like Lee away from his base, and away from contact to their family? He was fit physically. He had been trained by the military for endurance. What happened to him?

She shook her head. 'Where's Sherlock Holmes when you need him? ...Course, he's not real, so I'm out of luck.'

She let out a heavy sigh rubbing her temples in agitation.

"Lee..." She sighed. "You had better turn up soon so I can kick your but to the moon, you moron..."

With that, Maria Connrad closed her eyes, and sent a silent plea to God for the safe return of her oldest brother.

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