This was it. He was so going to die. Mikey's vision swam, dizziness wracking through his mind. His brain was pounding against his skull. Gazing around, he noticed that his arm was covered with blood. Blood was everywhere. It was spitting through the air. His right shoulder seemed to be poking out, the bone obviously broken. Mikey couldn't feel his arm at all, the pain was too excruciating.
All he could hear was screaming, his brothers screaming. The pain was agonizing, but he fought against it, rising to his feet. No… he wouldn't let this happen. His bros needed him, he needed to be strong for them. If he had to die protecting them then so be it. Mikey would give it his all. If they were going down then so was he.
His steps were wobbly, forcing himself despite the pain. It was like his entire body was screaming at him. As painful as everything felt, he somehow felt numb at the same time. The tears were sticky against his cheeks, but they stung. It was like his own tears were betraying him, they too adding more pain.
It's crazy how a simple patrol suddenly turned into life or death. The coolness of the midnight air didn't seem welcoming anymore. The stench of blood was so strong that it seemed like the entire world was bathed in it.
Mikey grunted, feeling a tight grip clasping around his throat. He couldn't see his adversary for he was behind him. Only choking noises escaped his throat, as blood trickled out from his lips. The air was tight, he felt like he was suffocating. His lungs began to starve, as Mikey could feel the blood eroding from his face. His nun-chucks fell from his grasp, clanging against the slick coated cement of the roof.
"LET HIM GO!" he heard someone growl. It was Raph. The hothead staggered, one hand clutching his bloody arm. Mikey could see how swollen his foot was, bent in a weird angle. However, that didn't stop Raph. He glared daggers at the opponent that held Mikey in his grasp.
Donnie was behind Raph, his bo staff broken in half. He seemed to be unconscious, a bit of red liquid oozing out from the side of his head.
As for Leo, the eldest had cuts littered about his body. His usual royal blue mask was completely tainted with red. "MIKEY!" His katanas were forced back, the splitting metal screeching through the air.
That's when the youngest felt it. A white-hot blinding pain colliding against the side of his head. A sickening crunching noise echoed into the stale air. Mikey knew that sound, the sound of bone breaking.
Everything was a blur, the turtle found himself lying on his side. There were blurry blobs all around him, red, blue but mostly red. For once Mikey had never seen so much blood before in his life. He could taste blood in his mouth, pooling over his tongue. He couldn't help but to stare at everything. He couldn't move, he couldn't respond.
The darkness seemed intoxicating, lurking at the edges of his vision. He tried to fight against it, however, this time he couldn't hold it back anymore. The last thing he saw was the flash of black and yellow. The darkness caught him, dragging him under. It was then that Mikey succumbed much to his distaste.
All at once the ear-splitting chaos seemed to end, just in the matter of seconds. The world was nothing but a void of ebony, and filled with utter silence.