*Very short chapter, sorry XP. I do not own TMNT, only this story and not my best work. Had a little Writers' Block while writing, but I hope you'll like it!

And again, sorry it's short, but I will try to update and write sommore if I can. Enjoy!*

*Mikey POV*

"WHAT?!" I was practically screaming my lungs out. "NO! You guys are just playing with me! NO! It can't be true!"

How could this happen?

I couldn't get it out of my head.

Splinter's dead? No.

"Mike, I know you're scared and confused, but-"

"Oh shut up Raph!" He jumped back a little. I could tell that he was surprised at my actions. And do was I. I had never felt like this before. Ever. And my brothers knew it too.

What was going on?

"How would you, of all people, would know how to be calm and relaxing, huh?!" The words just spate out of my mouth, and I couldn't control it.

It was scaring me, but I was speaking the truth.

"Mi-Mikey, I-"

"And YOU!" The words came out like a cannon coming towards Leo's face at 100 miles an hour.

I could tell that he was frightened. I could tell that everyone was frightened, but I didn't care.

I didn't care.

"Leo, all you do is act all this and that, and I'm so sick of it! You act like you care about us, but you really don't!" I screamed right in his face as I got up.

He looked heart-broken.

Good.

I meant it. Every single word.

The once 'nice, innocent, little turtle' was gone. And there was nothing they could do about it.

This was me. The REAL me.

They were just to wound up in their 'liitle-mr.-perfect-turtles' world, that they didn't even notice the young one left behind, and I hated that.

I hated being the odd one out. The 'weak link' in the chain. The 'Burden' to this family.

And they couldn't believe what I had become.

But this was an opportunity. An opportunity to show the world what I'm really like. And no one can stop me.

Not Raph, not Donnie, NO ONE. Not even the great 'Fearless'.

They're no match for me.

Because I will put the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles to an end.

For good.

And I ran out of the lair, feeling pretty good about myself, but out of control.

I felt like killing something right off the bat. And I'm guessing it would feel good, but I didn't want to try it out on my brothers.

I needed a REAL challenge.

One that I could use to show my brothers that I wasn't the weak link, that I wasn't a burden. That I was actually something worthwhile.

And that's when it hit me.

I knew exactly the right person.

"C'mon ol' Bucket Breath..." I shone a grin that could be seen from miles away.

"Shall we play a game?"

*Hoped you guys liked it. And please continue to readd and write reviews, I always loved it when I get opinions about my writing! :)*