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'So far so good,' Mikey thought to himself as he slide down the mountain. Originally, Mikey was supposed to gently climb down the mountain, but after a few steps of no danger, Mikey decided he should 'hurry up'. Sure, he did thought that mountain sliding was dangerous due to his current condition, but the idea of mountain sliding itself was so tempting that he was willing to let loose of his 'wild side'. What the worse could happen? He performed worst stunts than this, and besides, this was a once in a lifetime thing for him.

'My bros are so gonna be jealous of me.' Mikey thought to himself with a big goofy grin. As if things will never go well for Mikey, a large bulging rock went unnoticed under Mikey's nose and he unwarily tripped over it. As if it wasn't bad enough already, Mikey failed to stop himself from that trip, so he ended up rolling down the mountain in the most painful way ever. Mikey's little trip wasn't the most pleasant nor was it the most graceful way, so it was natural for those who were near him to hear him. It didn't take Mikey too long to reach the bottom and once he did, he landed face-flat on the fresh soil. 'My bros are so not jealous of me.' Mikey thought miserably while his pain and nausea increased tenfold.

While Mikey got up and rubbed the brown soil from his freckled checks with his now bruised arm, the horsemen all cackled at Mikey, pointing and mocking the poor turtle. The girl wasn't terrified like before, instead she stared at Mikey with an odd look. Mikey flushed in embarrassment and from pain. 'Great. I didn't even do anything and they're already thinking that I'm some kind of idiot.'

"You're quite the dofus aren't you, kid?! Tumbling down that mountain like that! Stupid!" The horsemen laughed louder than before.

"Hey! Only my bros can call me that!" Mikey yelled with his checks in a dark shade of red. Mikey pulled out his nunchuck from his holder and with a press of a button, the nunchuck easily converted into a Kusarigama. With a single twirl, the chain of the Kusarigama sliced threw the air and wrapped itself around one of the horsemen's lance. "Booyakasha!"

With a slight thug of the chain, the lance and it's unexpected wielder were easily pulled off the horse and into the fresh brown mud. With another pull, the chain unwrapped itself from the lance and returned back into Mikey's side. Mikey thought he was doing great in his condition, but when a huge nausea burst inside of him just after he spun his Kusarigama, he immediately doubt it. When things weren't worse already, Mikey made a squeaky gut-groaning 'hugh' sound and his cheeks had a drastic change from red to dark green.

The two men didn't heard the groan Mikey made, so they both charged forward with their lances ready. Mikey easily dodged the first Horsemen by swaying to the side with a slight dizziness, but when the other horsemen was about to attack him, Mikey focused onto the man temporarily and spun his Kusarigama.

With another twirl, this time the chain wrapped itself around the wrist of the man. When Mikey pulled the chain, the man and his lance were quickly pulled off his galloping horse that ran away from the battle field. During Mikey's twirl, Mikey could feel his late night dinner surfacing through his throat. 'You gotta be kidding me?! Ok dude, just don't think about it… Aw man! The more I tried not to think about it, the more I think about it! I'm screwed…'

Mikey squeaked when he could feel his dinner in his mouth right now. Mikey quickly covered his mouth, meaning he dropped his weapon in the process. The same man who lost his horse stood back up from his unexpected fall and picked up his lance. When he saw Mikey's 'situation', the man smirked underneath his helmet; he can use this opportunity to take out the turtle once and for all! As the man charged forward and thrusted his lance at the sick turtle multiple times, Mikey dodged all the attacks. After every thrust, Mikey was slowly losing his hold of his puke, but he couldn't do anything about it. So Mikey unwillingly puked.

The moment the acidic slim-filled liquid burst out of the turtle's mouth like a burst dam and onto the man's chest, the said man's companions stared at the scene before them with unreadable expression. The girl stared at the scene before her in a grossed out manner. The barf-covered horseman jumped back in disgust from the sudden puke attack, dropping his lance while he was at it. Mikey stared at his puke, looking unpleased at his work. 'Is that a pepperoni…?!'

The horseman glared from his vomit-dripping armour to the turtle. "Hey! I just washed my armour, you brat!"

"Well, I'm not sorry!" Mikey called back as he wiped his chin with his knuckles. Mikey picked up his Kusarigama and with another press of a button, it converted itself back into a nunchuck.

The horseman noticed Mikey's action, but before he tried to grab his lance, Mikey whacked him across the head with the nunchuck. As soon as the nun chuck collided with the man's head, the horseman collapsed into a black heap of metal that so happened to be tainted with digested food leftovers. So much for having a helmet.

Mikey glanced over to his side and saw one of the horseman now charging towards him with his lance prepared. Mikey stepped aside when the man blindly ran past him, and as soon as that happened, Mikey never gave the man to attack again. Instead, Mikey spin-kicked him away with ease. At least now Mikey no longer have any nauseation, minus the fact that his mouth now tasted bitter from his vomit.

Mikey stared at the last standing horseman, who got off of his horse, dead in the eye. This is the same horseman who ran pasted him with his horse. Mikey saw the man had fear in his eyes; mainly from Mikey's easiness in defeating his two comrades. Eventually, the man ran blindly towards the orange-masked turtle with his lance in place, just like his previous comrade.

Once again, Mikey side-stepped, allowing the man to pass him. The man didn't ran too far like he did previously, so the man turned around and swung his lance at the unsuspecting turtle. Mikey ducked and swept the man in the leg. The man fell backwards with a painful thud, but he also unintentionally let go of his lance. Mikey would've finished him off, but he isn't that type of turtle. So when the man noticed that Mikey hadn't attack him, the man used this opportunity to flee.

The man hurried over to his nearest conscious friend and helped him up. The two then ran over to their fallen friend and dragged him up. "You will pay for this, brat!" One of the men shouted as they all flee from Mikey, and also leaving two of their horses behind.

Mikey watched as they ran deeper into the woods. When what was once the three men were reduced into tiny dots in the far distance, Mikey glanced over to the girl. The girl just held her breath throughout the fight in fear and confusion. She didn't understand why the orange-masked turtle helped her; normally the people she know wouldn't help those who were in these type of situation, but she was glad Mikey helped her.

"Dude, you ok?" Mikey asked her with a big grin while he placed his nunchuck back into his holder.

"Yes, I am fine but may I ask what is that on your arm?"

"My arm?" Mikey was confused of what the girl said, but nevertheless he still checked. His baby blue eye's widen when he saw a small black dart with red quivering feathers. So many questions had exploded in his head, but he didn't have time to think them through; his vision had once again blurred and a wave of numbness engulfed him. It didn't take too long for the sudden numbness weaken him and made him lose every feeling of his body. 'Not again…' were the last thing he thought before he was knocked out. Again…

After the three remaining turtles fled from the Kraang facility, no one said anything. The silence was deafeningly still and no one really cared about it. After what happened with the Kraang, no one was in the mood for a brotherly interaction. No one really know how long did it took them to return to the lair, but once they did, they weren't hesitant in entering their home.

When they entered the lair, Splinter just came out from the dojo and greeted them with warm loving brown eyes. Those same eyes changed into concern ones when he only saw three of his sons. "Where is Michelangelo?"

Splinter was expecting vocal answers, but instead Raph just walked right past him with his head lowered, and not bothered in acknowledging Splinter's presences. Splinter watched as he quietly walked straight into his room and shut the door with a loud echoing slam. Usually Splinter would've been displeased by such a behaviour, but there was something off about Raph that made him not to. It's almost as if Raph lost his burning passion and was reduced into nothing more than just a tiny flame. This was definitely concerning for Splinter.

Splinter now glanced over to his two remaining sons. "Tell me what happened." He ordered them softly.

Leo and Donnie exchanged nervous glances before Leo sighed. "Mikey's gone, Sensei…" As Leo and Donnie took turns in telling Splinter what happened during their patrol, Splinter grew more concerned for both Mikey and Raph. At least now Splinter understand why Raph acted so down.

When Leo and Donnie finished, Splinter silently stroke his beard. "This is indeed concerning…"

"Sensei, when Raph nearly 'hurt' the Kraang, I managed to get the gun it used on Mikey." Donnie used the 'hurt' rather than 'killed' instead. He didn't like the idea of his brother nearly killing a significant alien creature from an emotional breakdown. Not that he blame the poor guy for such a thing. Donnie himself would've probably done the same thing too if something like that ever happened to him. Donnie took out the gun from his duffel bag and showed it to his father and brother. Neither shown any emotion when they lay their eyes on it. "I'll have to check it and see if Mikey's really is gone."

"Very well, my son. But for now, do not disturb Raphael; in Raphael's current state, he will lash out on those who confronts him. But you both must remember that Raphael will be very sensitive from what happened tonight. Leonardo, you of all your brothers should understand this the most."

"Hai Sensei." Leo agreed. Splinter is right; Leo of all people should know how Raph is feeling. Leo been through this ones too many times in his short teenage years, and it's no pretty feeling.

"Very well, my sons. You boys must remember that you should only confront Raphael when you feel he is ready."

"Hai Sensei!"

With a nod, Splinter smiled softly, "perhaps you both should go to bed now. Tomorrow will be a long day for us all."

"Hai Sensei, and goodnight…" Leo replied with a small smile of his own.

"Goodnight my son." Splinter replied back before he returned to the dojo. When Splinter shut the door, nothing but silence could be heard between the two brothers. The silence didn't last too long since it was Donnie who broke it.

"Well... If you need me, I'll be in my lab."

"Hold on Donnie. Are you going against Splinter's orders?"

"Sorry Leo, I just can't go to sleep right now. I need to examine this gun now."

"Sure, just don't stay up too late."

"Right, goodnight Leo."

"Goodnight bro." With each exchanging of small smile, Donnie retreated back into his lab. Leo stood around for a while before he decided to sleep for the night. Like Splinter said, tomorrow is going to be a long day.

That's all for now! For those of you who are confused, one of the horseman shot the dart at Mikey without him noticing during the fight. And yeah, Raph will be going through one of Leo's infamous guilt trips for a while. I told you, the suffering's only beginning! (Cue dramatic music here)

BWAHAHAHAHA!

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