Disclaimer: I don't own TMN and Ben 10 bla bla bla…

A/N: Oookay, I think my story will get a bit… weird. My story seems to change from the original draft. I blame the Plot Bunnies!! But I guess you guys won't mind as long as there's Mikey/Wrath torture, right? XD

Chapter Twenty Six: Birth of Sins (Part One)

Leonardo shifted on his left heel uneasily as he kept his senses alert. He turned to his purple banded brother who was busy attaching the explosive devices in the storage room where they found various alien weaponry. They had called Casey and the others to come and take Michelangelo, Wrath and Charmcaster out of the building while he Donatello and Ben search for the weapon storage to destroy the dangerous technology.

Gwen had asked them questions about why they had to help Charmcaster since the sorceress is their enemy and a criminal but Donatello had assured her that there is something good about the sorceress. The redhead was quiet after that but she agreed to help the silver haired teen.

XLR8 appeared in front of him, his visor went up, 'There's no body in the building!'

'You sure?' asked the Fearless Leader.

The Kinecelaron nodded, 'I checked every nook and cranny I could get to.'

'They must've evacuated the building when we came or when those two were… created,' said Donatello uneasily as he attached the last explosive device.

'Too bad we didn't get to have a copy of that woman's research,' said Ben.

'I have a feeling we'll meet her again. For the time being, we need to make sure Mikey's okay and I'm sure sensei could do something to help Wrath… Is it really okay for us to bring him to the lair?' asked the purple banded turtle as he turned to his brother.

Leonardo hesitated, 'Mikey trusts him. Maybe we should give him a chance.'

'Hey, Wrath may be a clone but he has feelings like all of us. I know 'cuz I've been there as Ditto. Maybe you and Leatherhead could take samples from Ditto to figure out how that woman cloned Mikey.'

Donatello smiled, 'Thanks Ben…'

'Okay, is that all?' asked Leonardo. His brother replied with a nod and the blue banded turtle turned away, 'Let's go home guys.'

As everyone expected, Raphael was totally pissed off at them for leaving him but his anger wavered when he saw his unconscious baby brother. He rushed to Casey who had the blond in his arms, 'MIKEY?! What's wrong with him Donnie?'

Donatello shook his head solemnly, 'I don't know…'

'Whaddya mean ya don't know?! Yer the smart one! Yer-'

'RAPHAEL! That is enough!' said Splinter with authority. The rat then noticed the other two injured people. He was surprised to see someone who looked exactly like his son; the red banded turtle too was surprised. The rat approached the teenager in black armor who was being supported by Leonardo, 'M-my son, who is… this?'

The Fearless Leader hesitated, 'Umm, Master Splinter. This is… Wrath.'

'WHAT?!' asked Raphael.

Splinter raised a hand to shut him up. He stared at the pained expression on the knight's face, '…I see that something about him has changed.'

'Mikey trusts him,' said Donatello.

The rat nodded and let them carry the three unconscious teenagers to Donatello's lab. April, Max and Splinter stayed with the purple banded turtle to help him tend their wounds. Leonardo and Ben explained what they knew to Raphael and the others in the living room.

Michelangelo shut his eyes tightly at the bright light in front of him. He raised his right hand weakly trying to block it out. He heard something creaked, 'I'll turn it off for you.'

The bright light vanished and he sighed, 'L-Leeooo?'

'Yeah, it's me Mikey,' said Leonardo with a smile as he took his brother's outstretched hand. He gave the hand a light squeeze. The blond opened his eyes and blinked several times. He turned to his brother, then his eyes shifted to the patient on the bed across him.

'Wrath… is he okay?'

The turtle gazed at the unconscious clone who was now dressed in one of Michelangelo's clothes, 'Yeah. It's a good thing that Master Splinter knows the antidote.'

'…he's still in pain,' said the blond with a frown.

The blue banded turtle turned to him, 'How'd you know?'

Michelangelo placed a hand on his chest, 'I- I can feel his pain… I dunno how.'

'Probably because of the Splixson's cloning ability that the scientist used when she cloned you,' said Max as he entered the lab with a tray of food. He smiled when he saw the brothers grimaced, 'Don't worry, April cooked lunch for us.'

Michelangelo grinned, 'Sorry Max, it's just that, your meals are way too uhh, exotic for us.'

The old Plumber chuckled, 'I understand. My grandkids complained a lot about it so, no offence taken Mikey.'

The blond's eyes finally caught on the silver haired sorceress lying on another bed beside Wrath. His eyes saddened, 'How's… Charmcaster?'

Max turned to her, 'She lost a lot of blood. The wound doesn't affect any vital organs; she'll just need some blood transfusion. Luckily, Gwen's a Type AB.'

'She'll live Mikey,' said Leonardo reassuringly.

They heard Wrath groaned as he came to wake. Michelangelo sat up despite the protests of his aching body. He stared at his clone, 'W-Wrath?'

Wrath opened his eyes. He stared at the ceiling for a long few seconds before turning his head to Leonardo, 'Why have you brought me here?'

'You helped us and Mikey trusts you. So we'll help you,' replied the Fearless Leader simply.

Wrath's eyes shifted to his counterpart, 'Mikey… are you okay?'

'Yeah, I'm fine,' said Michelangelo. The blond shifted and turned to his brother and Max, 'Umm, could you please leave? I need to talk with him privately.'

The duo nodded and left. The blue eyed blond stared at the exit to make sure no one was eavesdropping on them. He was startled when Wrath spoke, 'No one's eavesdropping on us. Talk.'

Michelangelo fidgeted nervously, 'I wanna know what happened while you took over me. I know my family won't tell me because it hurts for them to talk.'

Wrath's eyes shifted to the floor. He took in a deep breath, 'You… I mean I did bad things… horrible things…'

The blue eyes blond bit his bottom lip, 'W-what kind of bad, horrible things?'

The red eyed blond looked up at him, his eyes piercing him like a blade, 'You don't wanna know Mikey.'

'I dowant to know! I've like, lost about a week of my life to you!' said the blond ninja with a pout.

'No, you really don't want to know. I'm serious Mikey.'

'But-'

'It's best you not know.'

Michelangelo huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest, 'Why are you protecting me? I'm not a kid anymore! I can face it! Honest!!'

Wrath turned his head away, 'I'm protecting you because I don't… I don't want the innocence to fade away. Your innocence is the reason I was created because when you are angry, it's not actually because you hate someone but it's because you love someone so much. The reason for your anger is to protect someone you love and cherish, to protect them from harm… like Master Splinter.'

The blue eyed blond raised a brow, 'Huh?'

The clone smirked at the blond's confusion, 'My anger is my strength; your innocence is my greatest strength. Without that… I am nothing.'

'Whaaaat? I don't understand what you're saying!'

Wrath grinned, 'I don't intend to make you understand. Now, go to sleep!'

He heard his counterpart grumbled and the bed creaked. The Sin smiled sadly and shut his eyes, 'Really Mikey… why was I created?'

'Get off me squirt!' cried the man angrily as he pushed the little turtle away. Michelangelo gasped as his head hit a brick. His vision blurred but he remained conscious. He saw his father being kicked in the side. He could hear the humans talking. His eyes shifted to the blond boy who only he can see. The boy frowned and shook his head.

'Let's just kill it! It's too dangerous.'

Mikey's eyes widened. Time seemed to go in slow motion and he turned to the boy, 'Please. Please save dad!'

'Close your eyes Mikey. I'll take care of everything,' the boy promised. The turtle's eyes closed slowly and then he felt nothing and hear nothing.

Michelangelo clenched his fists tightly, his teeth ground together and a growl bubbling in his throat. All he saw was red and he focused on the two humans who stopped and turned to him. His hand grabbed a chain on the ground and he swung it around.

'W-what the hell?!'

'Get. Away. From. My. FATHER!!' cried the enraged turtle as he swung the chain at one of them. Everything happened so quickly. He remembered seeing red, feeling angry and feeling very powerful.

'Michelangelo stop!!' cried Splinter's voice but it sounded distant.

The turtle ignored him and marched toward the fallen man. He crouched down and grinned evilly, 'Look at me closely human, cuz I'm the one who'll send you to your death!'

'P-please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!' the man pleaded.

'My son! Stop this!' again the voice sounded distant.

He felt something cold in his hand and he raised it above his head, grinning madly, 'I'll see you in hell!!'

Mad laughter filled the air and then the sound of thunder roared in the sky. The sky seemed to cry for the father of four mutant turtles as rain fell in a downpour. Splinter hesitantly approached his son who had ceased laughing and hitting the dead man repetitively.

'M-Michelangelo?'

'Are you proud of me father?' asked the turtle as he looked up at his father.

The rat froze. He could not bear to look at his tainted son and he looked down. The turtle frowned and he shut his eyes, h-he's scared of me… he doesn't want me. He wants… Mikey.

'Who are you?' asked a childish voice.

The shadowed being with red eyes turned to the blue eyed turtle, 'I am… Wrath.'

The turtle blinked his eyes at it. The shadowed being retreated to the dark side of the limitless space. He watched the turtle who stood on the bright side of the space and he felt envious of the turtle, 'Father needs you Mikey. You should go.'

'Go? Go where?'

'Open your eyes.'

Michelangelo opened his eyes and he whimpered. The sight of the mutilated body was gruesome that he felt horribly sick in the stomach instantly. He watched his father's head turned to him. The rat had this odd look on his face that the turtle could not figure out. The little turtle took a few steps away from the corpse, 'W-w-what happened dad?'

Splinter shushed him and hugged him tightly, 'Shh, it's nothing. You are safe, my son.'

He could feel the little turtle shivering. Michelangelo stared at the two dead men fearfully, he couldn't remember anything that happened after he hit his head, 'Who killed them? What… what happened?'

'It is nothing my son, let's go home…'

The dark being inside the turtle's head hugged his knees close to his chest and he sighed, 'Father likes innocent Mikey, not angry Mikey. I must protect the innocence. Must make father… happy.'

There was a hiss behind him and he turned to the floating green eyes, 'Who?'

'Why? Why doesn't he want me? Why does he choose the goofball?'

The red eyes narrowed, '… my Envy.'

Author's Little Corner:

I dunno what to write in this little corner and I don't think I want to continue the 'Football game' manics.  on to the next chappie!