Damaged Goods

Chapter 4

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Leonardo's katana sliced through the air, smooth and sleek silver cutting at an imaginary foe, his grip on the weighted handle the only thing that was stopping the swords from flying through the night air and into some poor unsuspecting soul. He used to fight for the innocents, the people who couldn't defend themselves, those that were oblivious to the dangers surrounding them, but through the past days events he had to wonder if he was any better then the dangers that surrounded everyday life.

He sheathed his Katana well aware that throwing the swords around wasn't doing much use, just enabling him to wear himself down. His blue bandana tails swayed in the breeze, he looked out over the bright New York City skyline, the city he helped to protect, but he wondered, if he could protect the City, how come he couldn't protect his baby brother from his anger.

The turtle had chosen his favourite place to come and think, one of the supporting walls on the Brooklyn Bridge; he'd climbed the metal supports to reach the high altitude and came to rest on the walls. Collapsing to the floor he arranged himself so that his legs hung over the edge, he looked down, watching the dark waves lap against the walls, he'd nearly got himself caught and killed in those waves before, one false move up here and it could send him to his death. He sighed shaking his head, 'I shouldn't be thinking like that' he thought to himself, 'I should be showing more concern over Mikey'. He was angry, angry with himself for loosing his temper,

"Damnit I'm supposed to protect them not try and kill them", he shouted punching the floor angrily.

He stood up pacing the old wall as he continued thinking, the look of pure shock and mortification on Michaelangelo's face was permanently engraved into his minds eye, he hated that he had a helping hand with that look, but what was worse was that he had to face Splinter, the feeling of dishonour lapped at his soul. He had dishonoured his teacher's name, he had dishonoured his families name and he had dishonoured himself, all in the space of five excruciating minutes.

A police siren distracted him from his thoughts temporarily, he saw the flashing lights on the horizon and watched as the noise grew louder and the lights grew brighter. The police cruiser came into view at the beginning of the bridge, Leonardo watched as it sped towards its goal, through all of the support bridges and off the other side of the Brooklyn Bridge, disappearing into the Brooklyn suburbs.

The blue clad turtle was, for a moment, concerned that something serious might be happening, but then he disregarded the concern, there were more important things at hand, for example the damage he had caused his younger brother, and how the hell he would make it up. Then another concern lapped at his mind, the possible damage he could have caused for all of his brothers, it couldn't have helped matters seeing someone who should have earned their respect fly off the handle like that, sure he had been known to have had a little but of a wild streak but nothing as disastrous as that.

He thought of his red clad brother, this would destroy him, he loved Mikey to bits, he was Mikeys best friend and always stood up for him, he'd had a helping hand in destroying his brother both emotionally and physically. His eyes grew heavy with moisture as memories flashed through his mind, some happy, some sad, others indescribable. But either way he knew that he needed to think of a way to make up for his despicable behaviour.

His thoughts quickly turned to his purple clad brother; the normal pacifist of the group, Donnie hated fighting unless it was in defence or absolutely necessary, but he had witnessed the entire fight and was probably now in the process of trying to pick up the pieces, an unenviable task. Don was about to face some turbulent times, he was probably the only person that Michaelangelo now trusted, he'd have to care for his brother, protect him from the terrors and darkness of depression.

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to be continued…