I put a little more effort in this one then I did the last one, hope you enjoy.

Shattering

Korea kicked harder, she had to reach the surface before Bobby had her for supper. She didn't like being pray, which was funny, considering she was born pray. She preferred to be the hunter, which was funny too. But nothing was funny right now. Getting chased by a crocodile/Alligator was not what she considered fun. Especially since she was at the mercy of her least favorite element.

She propelled herself forward just in time to miss his enormous jaws. The rush of water that came after him flipped her upside down, she put both hands over her nose to stop water from running up it. She spent a couple half-seconds trying to right herself up again, it was difficult considering she was extremely tired.

The precious seconds gave Bobby enough time to turn around again to attack, Korea turned her face upwards and kicked her aching legs again. She was going to make it

The surface was so far away... the darkness was closing in. And so was Bobby. Her lungs were screaming for air. She was hit with tremendous force in the side. Knocking the rest of her breath out of her, and forcing her to take a gulp, and with that she swallowed massive amounts of water.

She choked and then automatically tried to take a breath, filling her lungs with water. She coughed and floundered. She was exhausted, her muscles were aching, every one of them. She eventually stopped. She couldn't do it. despair and panic filled her, she couldn't do it, she was not strong enough.

She sank slowly into oblivion, becoming more and more unaware of her surrounds, she just floated in the darkness, bubbles shone as they made their way to the surface. Shone like stars. Pretty stars. She always liked to look at the stars. Thoughts began to disappear. She didn't mind, she didn't need them anymore.

Korea

The very brief talk with Leo hadn't at all taken her mind off her anger with Mikey. Although it might have detracted her for a few moments. Korea now wished more then ever that she was allowed to go topside, but no, it was against the rules. And we all know that we shouldn't ever go against the rules.

Korea sighed and performed a graceful back flip on the balancing beam she was on. She landed perfectly, but paid it no attention. She liked Mikey, she just didn't like his cat. She was not actually very fond of cats, and Sasha wasn't either, though it would knock Korea over if she ever heard Sasha tell Mikey that.

She whirled around and did a sort of twirl and put her foot down so she struck an interesting pose. Riddle snoozed gently against the wall. There was a faint clashing of swords as Master Splinter and Leo trained...

She sighed again, she preferred to be on good terms with Mikey, life was so much more interesting that way. She would talk to him again if he admitted that it was Klunk that bothered Riddle first, and that him yelling at her was unjustified.

Korea had the feeling that they won't be talking for a very long time.

Mikey wasn't the only interesting turtle in the lair though. Deciding that she had enough, she dismounted the beam and headed over to the brainiac's room, with Riddle (who grumbled slightly as he got up). She actually found the room interesting, even if she really didn't know the names of half of what was in there. And it rarely helped when Donny tried to explain it. When he used words longer the six letters, she was lost.

She entered his room, expecting to see him working at his table with is goggles on. Surprisingly he wasn't. Instead he was sitting on his bed with a very big book on his lap. He did not seem to notice that she was there. "Wha'cha reading?" She asked causally as she ambled over. He looked up in surprise, "Nothing" he said closing the book and putting it aside. Not before Korea swooped down and snatched the book away.

"Shakespeare?" She asked raising an eyebrow when she saw the title. Donny went a little greener then usual and jumped up to try snatch the book back. Korea skipped out of her reach and opened a book to a page that he had marked by bending a corner of the page over. She grinned at him and read the poem he had obviously been looking at:

"Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right,
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie—
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes—
But the defendant doth that plea deny,"

Korea practically killed herself trying to wrap her tongue around the old English words. She tried her best to make sure she got them right, but she was sure she mispronounced a word or two. She held only because she had never seen Donny so uncomfortable:

"And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this title is impanellèd
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,
And by their verdict is determinèd
The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part.
As thus, mine eye's due is thy outward part,
And my heart's right thy inward love of heart."

"Well, well," Korea said, closing it and tossing the book back to him, "Very interesting," Her grin widened, "And whom is the lucky lady that this poem goes out to?" Really, as far as Korea could tell, there was only one that she knew that Donny was into. A certain redhead with green eyes perhaps? The other redhead with green eyes. Korea didn't see Donny trying to romance with herself.

Donny didn't say anything, he just walked over to his bookshelf and stuffed the book back where it obviously belonged, he winced slightly and rubbed his leg where it was bandaged, it seemed to cause him a little pain. She sensed his embarrassment also, and wondered whether she should continue teasing him. It wasn't very nice after all.

"So what were you doing before getting lost in love poems?" Korea wasn't about to let him get off that easily. He coughed, "I was at Leatherhead's," He muttered, "Doing some work over there, I met Sasha on my way back." Korea nodded. Donny and Sasha were more of Leatherhead more frequent visitors. Korea, however, hadn't been in touch with the big crocodile for since she saw him the first time they met. She didn't know why, but she didn't really like him. She felt... uneasy. Why?

Sasha

Sasha now wished more then anything that she had not gone out on her own. She should have asked Korea to come along, or someone. But she didn't, so she had to walk down these dark, long, and rather creepy tunnels herself.

She wasn't scared though.

She was a ninja! She knew how to fight, she knew how to use the sword on her back, she could defend herself. Sasha looked at the darkness with a determined glare, I will not be scared of you! she quietly told the darkness, and at that, strode forward.

A ninja... her title maybe, not that she was an effective ninja. If she was, she would have been able to defend herself against those Foot ninja and that spider. She would have been able to help her sisters in some way.

The slimy sewer walls laughed at her worthlessness.

Sasha tried to ignore them, but they laughed very loudly.

You are not fit to train under a wise Master such as Splinter...

Ha ha ha ha ha ha...

Jeez Sasha, why do you have to be such a chicken? You're not a turtle, your a Churtle, or a Ticken.

"Leave me alone!" She said out loud, walking faster. As she did so, she began to question her own sanity. For as long as she could remember, she had imagined inanimate objects having a voice. She never told anyone that the walls sometimes spoke to her, and that the darkness would sometimes mock her, because she was sure that she would be thrown in a straight jacket and would have a padded cell made for her. There was one point in her life when she had an imaginary friend. Funny thing was that she couldn't remember what she called her, or what she thought she looked like. She just knew that she had imagined one.

Squeak

Sasha nearly jumped out of her shell. Looking down, she saw a very large black rat staring at her with curiously. "Hi there," She said to it, "What are you doing?" It looked at her in a funny way, "Of course, silly me, is food hard to find down here?" Again it stared at her. "I suppose you have to go to the surface to find garbage, I'd give you something, but I'm afraid I don't have anything to give." She turned her face towards the dark tunnel she was suppose to travel through, "I have to go now, bye."

She turned another corner and ran full force into Don, who also appeared to be in deep thought. Both of them toppled over. "Sorry!" Both yelped as they struggled to get up, which was harder then it sounded because Don's bo staff slipped and whacked Sasha in the face. When Sasha jerked in surprise, she accidentally swept his feet out from under him.

Eventually they both gave up and sat on the ground laughing. "An interesting comedy of errors," he said with a big grin on his face. Sasha grinned back, "It is, oddly enough it made my day." Nearly laughing at his confused look, she stood up and helped Don to his feet. "I'm on my way to Leatherhead's," she said before he could ask. "Would you like me to walk you the rest of the way?" He asked politely.

She shook her head, "I can make it the rest of the way," she said cheerfully, "It's not far from here." He looked at her, she smiled at him but avoid his eyes. "Okay," He said, sounding a touch doubtful, but made no attempt to change her mind.

"I'll see you later," She said to him, before turning around and walking down the tunnel that Don had appeared from. After her laugh with Don, the sewers seemed a tad bit cheerier. At least the walls were quiet.

Leatherhead

Leatherhead was starting to feel very strained. He had been working, more or less, night and day trying to find a reason and, eventually, a cure for the outbreak. Him and Donatello have been at it tirelessly since it started some weeks ago, but he himself wanted to end it. Frustration welled up inside of him. Although they knew plenty about the creatures, they did not have the resources available to aid them in finding the cure.

He growled, was he that ineffectual? He sighed and continued his increasingly frustrating work. Leatherhead did not notice when Sasha entered. There has to be a way, there is always a way... he thought, his mind fully on his work.

"Leatherhead?" A voice that was practically right beside him suddenly spoke up, abruptly breaking the silence Leatherhead had created. He jumped slightly and spilled some of the red chemicals he was holding over his hand. He let out a pained roar and managed to put down the chemicals before he let it go.

"What did you sneak up on me like that?" He roared, an animal-like anger growing inside him, an anger that wanted to strike the person who dared disturb him. Whirling around, he hit whoever it was with his tail, sending them flying into the pillar, "I was working and you think you can just-" He stopped when he saw a hurt and bewildered looking Sasha staring at him in confusion with her brilliant blue eyes. She was laying on the floor some ways away and was rubbing her stomach where his tail had hit her.

Horror grew inside him, replacing his anger. "Sasha!" He gasped, rushing over to her. He could not believe he had just done that, the look on her face made it all too real.

"I-I'm s-sorry" Sasha said, sounding a little winded, "It's a bad time, I-I'll go" The stammer in her voice and the obvious alarm and fear in her eyes cut his heart. She was afraid of him. When he approached, she turned slightly as if ready to shield herself from him. Which only cut his heart more.

"No, I am sorry," he whispered, reaching down and gently pulling her to her feet. She swayed slightly but stayed upright, "Please I'll-" She shook her head, "I-I don't-" She seemed to be at loss of words. Leatherhead was too. "I'll g-go" She said, her voice sounding a little tearful. turning and heading for the door. Before she turned away, Leatherhead saw an expression of pain on her face, it wasn't an expression from physical pain, it went deeper, and cut his heart a third time.

Part of him wanted to grab her and explain everything to her, his anger and his encounter with Agent Bishop. He had not yet told her that story. Another part of him wanted to simply run. He didn't do either, but instead watched her leave with an emptiness in his heart. He had made a promise to himself that he would protect her. And it seemed like it was a promise broken.

Sasha

Sasha walked along the empty sewer tunnels in a sort of a daze. One she snapped out of when she was a good distance away from Leatherhead's home. She leaned heavily against the wall and swallowed hard.

She had not expected the attack from peaceful Leatherhead, sure she startled him, and caused him to spill that liquid on himself. She was to blame for that. Sasha rubbed her stomach, being hit with a powerful crocodile tail was not an injury she will recover instantly from. She couldn't believe that she had to recover from it at all.

Being attacked by someone she had considered a friend was not what she was looking for when she started out. She had been looking for someone she could relate to somewhat, Leatherhead's conversations were very deep and often insightful.

But when he was angry he was a completely different person. This was the first time she had seen him angry, maybe that was another reason she was so shocked.

His eyes were what scared her, the brief moment when he looked in her eyes, she could no longer see the intelligent and kind person she had gotten used to. Instead, she saw the cold eyes of an animal. Devoid of all emotion except a outright anger. The way he bared his teeth and growled like any other animal...

Sasha hugged herself, she had a sudden sense of loneliness. Should she tell the others? No. It wouldn't be fair to Leatherhead, she didn't know how the others would react. All the same, she couldn't keep back a small sense of betrayal. When he first saved her, she told him that she trusted him, and she wondered if it she felt the same way now. When he saved her, his intentions was to take her someplace safe, she had considered the lair safe. But she had also considered where ever Leatherhead was safe too. An illusion that was shattered less then fifteen minutes ago.

I thought the poem might fit, I'm not a Shakespear person, so it might not. I have never done angst before, and I hope I did Leatherhead justice. Lol Please Review