A/N: Ummmmm....hi? Ah, sorry, but this is not going to help any cliffhanger-wise. The last two parts are angsty...'specially Mikey's. Um...if you don't like reading about suicidal attempts...it may be hard to read Mikey's POV in this chapter. ...Sorry? I've really gotten into the mind of a suicidal person. Don't hurt me? I've had no experience in my life of any suicide, but I do have a friend who cuts. It's a terrible thing to do to yourself. Those are my views on the subject. It's only my second time writing a fic on the subject and I hope it's writen well. I hope I didn't scare off any of my faithful reviewers with this...

Disclaimer: Do you want me to own them with the hell I put them through in this chapter? The guys would kill me! And so would Master Splinter O.O

Raph's POV:

As soon as Donny skids to a stop, I have the back door open and I jump out, grabbing my sais on the way. I stick them back in my belt as I walk over to Casey when he comes to a stop next to the van. I can tell he looks a little angry but the expression disappears as he looks at me.

"So when are we doing this thing?" Casey asks.

"As soon as we can," Leo says in a low voice as he stares at the high chain fence surrounding the place we suspect Mikey to be held in. "Donny…?" Donny nods from where he's now sitting in front of his computer before he begins disabling the alarms electronically. As soon as he's finished, he makes his way over to us.

"The plan?" Casey asks. Leo doesn't answer. I'm starting to believe he really isn't ready for this. I kinda feel sorry for him.

"I say we take out any in our way." Donny says as he grasps his bo tightly in his fists. I still hat that vicious side of him. It just doesn't fit. I notice Leo glance at him.

"Just don't let them set off an alarm," Leo says, "We don't want our presence known to early." Then he takes a running leap over the fence landing silently on the other side of it just like old times. I follow a second later in time to notice Leo's holding a hand to his bandaged legs.

"Ya alright?" I ask.

"Yeah," He says with a nod as he straightens, "It's nothing." I give him a disbelieving look but don't say anything as Donny and Casey land behind us; Casey being the only one I actually heard. We infiltrate the building through a window thanks to one of Donny's gadgets. Now that we're in, I'm starting to feel a little angst-y. The place has a feel of a lab. The smell adds to the memory of Stockman's infirmary at Shred-head's slave camps. Hopefully I won't end up freaking out anytime soon. I don't want anyone to know I'm still not over it.

As we walk through the halls, men and women alike dressed in either business suite or lab coats walk out of one room and into the next. No one's seen us yet, but Don almost blew our cover a few times when he tried to attack one of them. I hear a noise behind us and I turn just in time to notice we've been spotted. Before the guy could warn someone, Leo comes out of nowhere and knocks him out with a quick punch. As the guy falls limp, Leo slows his decent and lays him against the wall. He turns to us and I know our cover's been blown.

More men and women file out of the rooms and before they could make our presence more clear, we take them out one by one. Not one escapes as we move further into the place. We finally come upon a set of double doors. Donny takes one look through the small square window and confirms that this was the one Mikey was held in. Leo silently informs Donny that he and Casey are to get Mikey while he and I get Bishop. Then he opens the door and we step inside…

I feel like I walked into a nightmare. This room is definitely some kind of lab and I'm instantly frozen in flashbacks. This is why I never went into Don's lab. I just can't stand the memories. I can feel myself shaking slightly. I can't move!

Leo's POV:

When I stepped into the room, the first thing I notice is Mikey's blood dripping onto the floor. I know that much blood isn't good. My first thought is we didn't make it in time. Then my eyes narrow dangerously as I charge Bishop. It's a good thing I did then too because he wasn't exactly out of the shock at seeing us burst in yet so it was easy to knock him away from Mikey with one swift kick. Now the two of us are locked in battle. It didn't even cross my mind that Raph hadn't joined in yet…

Donny's POV:

It takes a minute to organize my thoughts as I watch the saw in Bishop's hands covered in my brother's blood. I just want to rip Bishop apart for hurting him, but that's not my job. Leo told me to help Mikey and my little brother definitely needs me right now. I run forward, glad Leo's got Bishop distracted, and unbuckle Mikey from the table. I pick him up bridal style so his blood won't poor out so easily.

His skin looks pale when I finally take the time to look at him. I set him down in the corner of the room away from the fighting with Casey by my side. I let my duffel bag that I had lung over my shoulder fall with a small thud before ripping it open and grabbing the necessary implements. The saw had cut a vertical line through his plastron from the middle of the top section of his plastron to where his belt would be around his waist. I don't even bother checking for a pulse yet as I begin wrapping the cut in bandages. His injury was too serious for me to take the time. Only when I finished did I check it. Relief folds me when I find it steady if a bit weak.

Suddenly his eyes snap open and I stare at them wide-eyed. His once glimmering blue eyes are now a dull washed-out grey. I can't see a trace of the humor or even the sparkle of fear as I normally would. All I can see is a trace of an angry red.

In my distraction, Mikey jumps to his feet and looks down at me with narrowed eyes. "Thanks Donatello," He says in a strangely hollow voice. That trace of anger in his voice as well. "I'll be leaving now." He turns away and moves to head out the door.

"Wait!" I yell after him as I jump to my feet and grab his arm, "You can't go yet, Mikey! Those bandages are temporary!"

"Oh I know that," Mikey says, still in that odd tone, "I'm not like Michelangelo. My intelligence is much greater. Now if you'd let me go, I won't have to hurt you."

"Mikey?" I ask slowly.

"Don't insult me," He says, "My name's Henry." Then with a quick jerk, he has me flying over his shoulder and slamming into the ground on my carapace. What the shell is going on?!

Raph's POV:

Leo running forward finally snaps me out of my annoying episode and I bound forward, finally whipping out my sais without glancing at them. As long as I don't look at them, I'm fine. I reach Bishop where he's manage to back Leo against a wall. I notice Leo was mostly trying to dodge attacks then fighting at this point. I move to punch Bishop with the hilt of my sai held between my fingers, but Bishop merely grabs Leo and throws him at me. I grunt as I fall back with Leo on top of me. Leo scrambles to get off of me and moves away a considerable distance. It seems he still can't handle being too close to us. I ignore this as we both close in for attack. It's slowly growing obvious we're not exactly working as a team, but at least we're managing to push Bishop back now.

Casey's POV:

"What da fuck is wrong wit' 'im?" I ask as I offer a hand to Don. "Who's Henry?"

"The name sounds familiar…" Donny says as he ignores the hand and gets up himself. I follow him after Mikey growing increasingly more confused. I've seen his eyes when he looked at Don. He didn't look like Mikey anymore. I didn't like the look of those eyes.

We follow him to the exit of the building undisturbed. Mikey sure is fast. We couldn't stop for a minute without losing him before he finally turned back to us. "Why don't you stop following me?" Mikey asks in that weird voice of his. "You'd do better to help those fools you call brothers."

"They're your brothers too." Donny growls.

"Wrong again. They're Michelangelo's brothers, not mine." He says, "It seems you're as dumb as they are."

"Come on, Mike. This ain't you man." I say, waving my hands in front of my face.

"You got that right, Casey Jones." Mikey says with an evil smirk. "Seems you're smarter then I thought. You only got one thing wrong: I'm not Michelangelo. How many times do I have to repeat that? Michelangelo is an immature, lazy, weak little child. Compared to me, he is nothing but an ignorant coward. How else would I be here now? He lost and now I am in control."

"Stop saying that!" Donny says in a mixture of a yell and a moan. "Henry is it? Let Mikey out."

"So you get it now?" Mikey asks, "I can't let Mikey out. He's too scared. I'm giving him what he wants: freedom from the pain of living. He won't be coming out."

"You sound so sure," I say, doubtfully.

"I know," He says, "I'm a part of him. The better half you could say."

"If you really are an AP, at least let him come home with us so we can treat him properly. You'll bleed to death if you don't!" Donny pleads.

"I'm better then an alternate personality, Donatello," Mikey – or is it Henry? – says. "I was born from an hallucination. This makes me stronger."

"That's where I remember the name…" Donny mutters, "The skeleton from the trench. I do remember Mikey seemed to be talking to himself after Jona died. Annie said she had heard the guards talking about it. That's where you came from."

"You got it faster than that oaf Raphael did." Mikey says, "Should have known you would. Now you all know."

"Are you going back with us?" Donny asks.

"No," Mikey says, "Why should I? I have no use for a bothersome family like yours. I do not care to undermine myself with your company. Your family is full of ignorant fools that would be better off dead."

"Don't go talkin' shit 'bout them like that!" I yell, "They've gone through enough wit'out yer shit!"

"I can say all I care for, Casey," He says, dangerously, "I would hold my tongue if you wish to keep it within your worthless mouth."

"Mi- Henry, please come back with us," Donny says, "You're going to kill my brother!"

"I'll bandage myself if I have to," He replies.

"You know how difficult that is," Donny shoots back, "Let me help you. I don't care what happens afterwards, I just don't want Mikey to die!"

Raph's POV:

It looked like we were winning. I really thought we would, but that was before Bishop began to use our uncoordinated attacks against us. Leo was holding back at drawing his katanas. I know he usually uses them only when he needs to. He was waiting for the right time to up his game. Well that's soon to change…

Bishop lands a solid kick to my brother's face before using him as a launch pad to regain his advantage. As he reached the blood drenched examining table, he hurriedly tilted it so it was mostly vertical again. I aimed a punch at his head but he merely grabbed my wrist and slammed me against the table. I tried to forget the fact that the blood on it belonged to my baby brother. A memory passed over my eyes of when he did this to Mikey the last time he had us all as Bishop used my disorientation to strap me to the table.

"I'll just use you instead," Bishop says and all thought goes out the window when my eyes land on what he's holding: an electrical saw. Shit. My eyes watch the tool and I can't move to save my life both 'cause of the straps holding me down and the shock of seeing that saw. I can't help but be reminded of my torture at the hands of my enemy. I don't think I've recovered from being broken judging by this paralyzing fear. I can't do anything but wait for that saw to cut into me; to kill me, once and for all…

"No!" I barely hear Leo's shout over my fear and the quivering of my own body. I can't even close my eyes as I hear the sliding of metal before a flash of silver and red. Only when I feel blood that is not my own splatter along my plastron do I snap out of it long enough to notice Bishop's headless prone form before me and Leo hunched over after the attack. When he stands straight, his drawn double katana catch the bizarre light and my eyes are drawn to them. I don't notice the blood covering them. I can only see the sharp edge of the blade: sharp enough to cut clean through Bishop's neck, but that is not what's going through my mind right now…

Leo's katanas are just more knives to me. I'm glad he hadn't drawn them until know. With Bishop dead, I don't have to worry so much about freezing up like I am now. I can't see anything else but those blades. This feeling's worse then I ever felt about my own sais…

"Raph?" I barely hear the hesitant call through my tormented thoughts. "You alright?"

No, I'm not alright, Leo. I'm far from 'alright'. I'm still seeing the sharp edge of a sword and picturing it cutting into my flesh. This was a bad idea.

"Raph?" This time Leo's voice is starting to fill with worry, but again I barely hear it. What am I going to do about this stupid fear?

Mikey's POV:

I can't believe I let Henry take my life away. I pull hard against the chains binding me to a chair in the darkest part of my own mind. Unlike the last time I fazed out like at the slave camps, this time I can still hear what's going on outside my mental prison. Why does Henry have to be so mean about this? I mean, sure he won and all, but he doesn't have to dis my family like that! Go ahead and dis me all you want, but don't dis them when all they're trying to do is help!

"They can't help you," Henry says, "You are mine."

"But…I'll die…" I say, brokenly. Henry laughs at this.

"Die? Michelangelo, you want to die! You're just too much of a coward to go through with it!"

My eyes widen helplessly as I'm forced to remember that first week after our escape…

…I watch the late night traffic from a high roof above. A tear falls freely down my face as I picture myself splattered on the pavement below. My brothers think I'm still trying to find my Klunky, but I gave up on that search a few hours ago. I'll never see my cat again just like I'll never see Joe. Oh Joe, why'd you have to leave me behind like this? Why couldn't you take me with you?

I almost thought I was gonna lose Leo too when I watched the flames overtake him. I've seen enough old movies where they'd burn someone alive to know how long it takes 'til death comes knocking at your door. I've never seen a survivor. I know he was lucky to survive…or was it cursed? If he feels anything like I do right now, I'd say cursed. To be so close to the bliss of death but instead you're dragged back to the pain of life…

I shake my head at these thoughts as I stand to my feet. Looking down at the different world below I almost have to roll my eyes. Those ignorant people scurrying about the world without a care when death is always just lurking around the corner. How can they live so obliviously? Why can't they feel my hurt pulsating through them?

My brothers don't understand. I guess they just don't know me well enough. They don't know how much I've changed. That the very idea of reverting to my old self sickens me. I can't do that. Not without Joe by my side.

Maybe we could have had a life together? She just needed to live a few more weeks. Would I still feel this way? Could this just be my way of maturing? My brothers always bugged me about that… Well here I am: you won't be hearing any more jokes from me. I'm through with that life.

I wonder what will be done with my body after it hits the ground so many miles down below? Would it matter? Guess not. I'll be dead anyway. Finally free of this eternal pain. It would be a relief just to end it now: to just jump. I step forward so my toes are wiggling over the edge of the roof. It won't be hard to take the leap. I'm used to jumping off buildings. I know the feeling of freedom a second before my feet touch solid ground. This should be easy.

Then why am I still on this stupid roof? Why haven't I jumped yet? What's taking me so long? It's just one step and then gravity will take over. One lousy step! It's easier then the rest of the possible ways. Believe me, I've tried. Come on! It's now or never!

At the buzz of my shell cell, I almost do fall of the roof. I look at my cell and debate on whether to answer it or not. I could just jump now…

"…But you didn't," Henry reminds me with a sneer I can't don't have to see and a cold laugh, "A coward who couldn't even take his own life!"

"Shut up," I mumble, weakly, "You weren't there."

"Yes I was," Henry says, "I was locked in that same chair you are in now. I saw it all. You actually forgot to jump when you took the call and ran back to your living hell instead. Such a coward…"

"I said 'shut up'!" I say with a little more power. My eyes are really tearing up at this point, but I don't care. I just want him to leave me alone and stop reminding me of my failures.

"I'm going to help you, Michelangelo. I'm going to help you die."

A/N: Well...sorry? *waves white flag* Don't kill me now or then there will be no more fic. I gotta write it yanno? Reviews for the hungry author? Please? *trademark Mikey eyes*