Brotherhood

Chapter 10

Here we go again!

Lets' get it

Michelangelo's mouth was still open as they were walking to the bar. Raph was dressed in his usual all black attire, complete with bomber jacket. Mikey was dressed in a green windbreaker and baggy cargo shorts.

"Look, am I crazy or you seeing the turtle too? What the hell is going on?" Raphael's brow was raised in question.

Mikey simply shrugged.

"Alright, we gotta find a better way to communicate, cause that shrugging shit ain't gonna fly. How come you don't know sign language? Wait I don't know it either. You got some gestures or some shit?"

The mute boy pointed to the street tough, and made a gesture by making his fingers towards his head and scuffing his foot against the ground.

"You think of me as a bull? I mean you ain't wrong. Why though? I scare you or something? Oh it's cause I'm angry and my hair red. I guess I'm like a bull, you fuck with me, Imma serve you the horns." Raph couldn't help but smile.

"But back to the serious issue at hand. You tryin to slide in your therapist ain't you?"

Mikey shook his head violently.

"Can't lie to me bout women, fam. I've had my share of females, and I know what they want. I also know when a dude likes em'. Just cause you the literal silent type don't mean shit. I saw you looking at her like you wanna national geographic." The redhead raised an smug brow.

Michelangelo's face was flush with embarrassment. The blonde boy nodded with a deep sigh. He then pointed to Raph in question.

"Me? I've had a girl or two here and there. There's one who I don't know if I wanna commit to though. I'm a pretty shitty person to be honest. The Dragons probably took your shit to spite me."

The short young man let out a gasp.

"I'm gonna get your shit back though. I promise you that. The old man assigned me as your guardian angel…with a 12 gauge, heh. I gotta look out for you and shit since I got this feeling you're my little brother."

Mikey smiled as they reached the bar.

"Yeah, about the turtle thing. Where you think that shit come from, b? From your street art and shit, it look like your kinda thing. The mystical turtle art and the multicolored paint. I can dig it."

The two young men paused when they heard a noise.

"Meow."

They looked down to see a cat with orange paint dripping from it's small form.

"Aww." Mikey cooed as he bent down to the cat. The small animal looked lost and hurt.

"Aye, leave the cat alone Mike. It might have rabies…wait ain't cats supposed to have four legs and not three?"

Mikey picked up the feline and saw that it indeed was missing a leg. He looked at Raph with puppy eyes.

"No. Don't give me that look. We ain't taking the cat into the bar, the old man might have a heart attack."

The mute boy sighed.

"Come on, let's go bro." Raphael made his way into the bar.

Mikey gazed into the cat's cobalt blue eyes and saw the pain he had suffered. It reminded him of himself.

He then got an idea.

Donatello was having a discussion with his class about friendship. They all were gathered around him like it was a campfire.

"Children, what does the word friend mean to you?" Donnie's calm demeanor set the kids at ease.

"A friend is a person is someone important to you that you share a bond with." One child answered.

"A friend is someone who you care about more than yourself." Another answered.

"A friend is like family, like a brother or sister. They accept you for who you are and your faults and fill in the missing pieces." A child spoke up.

"That's amazing, class. I'm very proud of you all."

"Do you have a friend, Donnie-sensei?"

"Yes, Ms. O'Neil is my friend. She is very special to me." Donnie smiled softly.

"Ms. O'Neil, do you like her? Like do you think she's pretty?" A girl asked.

"She is very pretty, that is true. If I feel romantically inclined to her or not, is a whole different subject entirely. I care for her deeply, but I worry that one day she will see a different side of me…and I fear she will not like what she discovers."

"You're not a bad person, Donnie-sensei. You can't be. You're our teacher. We love you."

If only they knew.

April was making her way to her car when a noise alerted her. The emptiness of the park garage was frightening to say the least.

"Who's there? I know kickboxing just in case you get any funny ideas!"

A man with a knife ran from the shadows and assaulted April. She suffered a slash to her arm as she grabbed his arm and broke it. He limped on the ground, but still had some fight in him.

"I'm calling the cops, asshole!"

Before she could even pull out her phone, a spear lunged itself through his chest. A sharp gasp tore from her throat as his blood splashed on her face and torso. Her phone dropped from her fingers, her body shook in fear. The man looked down at the blade poking from his chest and gurgled on his own blood.

A figure in black as ash clothing appeared from the shadows as well. The spear was ripped from the man's chest, causing more blood to splash onto to her. The demonic figure threw the corpse onto the ground. His tall and looming figure made goosebumps appear on her delicate flesh. His horrifying mask set fear in her heart. As he got closer, each step rang in her ears. Her heart was ready to climb out of her throat in mere seconds. He got so close until her back was against the car door and he was inches from her face.

"You're him, aren't you?!" She whispered.

"Come now, we're not going to play the pronoun game, are we?" The figure's ominous and possessed voice made the reporter wince.

"You're Onyro, the cold-blooded sociopath who murders criminals."

"Now now, don't be like that Ms. O'Neil. I just want to talk." He gently caressed her beautiful face by smoothing the back of his gloved leather hand over it.

"You shouldn't even know who I am! I don't want anything to do with you, you monster." The young redhead said it with such force, that he almost believed her.

Almost.

"Aren't you writing a story on me, Ms O'Neil? You don't want to get the words straight from the source? Besides, I want you to understand why I am doing what I'm doing."

"Why should I trust a word you say? You kill people, who says you won't kill me?"

"Do you honestly fathom I would go through all this trouble just to have you see me, tell you my plans, and then kill you in the end? Ms O'Neil, you're as gorgeous as you are intelligent, try harder to use that pretty little brain of yours. Meet me on the corner near the Grand Warehouse."

April thought about it for a substantial amount of time, but when she thought of an answer he was already gone.

And so was the corpse.

Leonardo was sharpening his twin blades, as he looked at the picture he shared with his brothers.

In his base of operations, it was cold and empty. His heart had felt the same.

A team of four they were. They were a group of honorable assassins.

Vincent, the berserker of the group. He had a quick fuse and an even quicker jab. His Scottish charm, freckled face and red hair were a real hit with the ladies. Dual hatchets were his weapon of choice.

C'mon, Leo. Us lads ain't gonna lead ourselves y'know?

Johnny, the jokester of the team. Full of wit and glee when he got a kill. His Spanish accent made everything he said sound mischievous. His hazel eyes were always lit with life. Rope darts were his favorite things to use.

WOO! Did you see that trick I just did, Leo?! Homes was like 'Argh, no my arm's gone!' and then I was all like 'That's what you get, ese!'

Duke, the intellect of the team. His British voice was always calming to hear. His brown skin, dreadlocks and gap tooth were a nice contrast to the team. His re-curve bow made the self-acclaimed geek squeal with glee.

We're brothers, mate, don't ever forget that.

All he had left of them was a colored feather with strokes of red, blue, orange, and purple.

To honor their memory, He used their weapons for exacting vengeance for their spirits.

They were his everything, and they were gone now. He lost them to a hit. He blamed himself. He was their leader, and he felt like he had lead them to their deaths. If he was his brother's keeper, how could he ever lead again? This attack on his brothers, it wasn't some coincidence, it was planned. Someone in their organization, the Tribunal, had betrayed them and he wouldn't rest until he found them.

The lone wolf was without a pack. He shed tears for his fallen comrades.

He was lost.

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