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Author's note: Something actually interesting happens in this chapter.
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It didn't take long for the battle to be almost over. The streets below them were completely empty, so no one was around to catch sight of the fight. Each turtle only had one opponent left to deal with. With a quick blow to the head, Michelangelo finished off his opponent.
"Nighty night! Don't let the roof-bugs bite!"
Leonardo knocked the weapon out of his opponent's hands with his Katanas, then gave him a swift kick. He slid to the ground, unconscious.
Donatello swept his opponent's feet out from under, causing him to fall onto his back. He rolled up onto his feet again, only to be met by the end of Donny's Bo.
Raphael was "dancing" with his opponent, Sai-to-dagger. He finally managed to roll onto his back and, with his foot pushing against his opponent's midsection, flipped him over his head and tossed him.
Raph didn't realize that he had tossed him towards the ledge, or that Mike had been standing in his path.
When Raph got to his feet, he saw his opponent he just tossed hit the ground, and Mike disappearing over the ledge.
Panic gripped Raphael as he ran to the ledge. His eyes were wide with shock from what he had just done. He quickly stopped and looked fearfully over the edge.
Michelangelo was just barely hanging on, a few centimeters of protruding brick as his lifeline. Unfortunately, his grip was not holding.
Laying on the roof, Raph shot a hand out, trying to reach Mike. He could just reach him. "Hang on Mikey!"
Mike took one hand off of the brick and held on to Raph's hand as tight as he could. Raphael could see the pure terror in Michelangelo's eyes. And it scared him. He had never seen his brother that frightened in his life.
"Don't let go of me, okay Raph?"
Raph almost flinched as he felt the wrench in his gut, the one he usually felt whenever Mike used that tone of voice that reminded him of a scared child.
Then, almost as if it were in slow motion, they lost grip on each other. Their fingertips brushed, and then Michelangelo was hurtling towards the quickly coming cement. He cried out in terror.
"NO! MICHELANGELO!"
Raphael was frozen in a mix between horror and terror as his brother's cry was cut short when he hit the ground, right in the middle of a streetlight beam. A few moments later, he got up and ran to the fire escape.
Michelangelo wasn't moving.
Raphael didn't use the stairs of the fire escape. He ran to the edge of the level, then jumped over the railing and swung down to the next level, where he continued the process until he reached the ground. Then he ran to where his fallen brother lay.
Michelangelo was lying shell-up. Raph got onto his knees and rolled him over. A thin red line ran from his forehead and down his face, staining the orange mask tied around his head. His eyes were closed and he was just barely breathing.
Raphael shut his eyes tight as he gently yet tightly held Michelangelo close, forcing his tears to stay behind his eyes. "I'm sorry, Michelangelo. I didn't know you were standing there... I'm so sorry..."
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Author's note: Now, all depending on the response I get from the readers, I might continue this.
Author's note: Something actually interesting happens in this chapter.
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It didn't take long for the battle to be almost over. The streets below them were completely empty, so no one was around to catch sight of the fight. Each turtle only had one opponent left to deal with. With a quick blow to the head, Michelangelo finished off his opponent.
"Nighty night! Don't let the roof-bugs bite!"
Leonardo knocked the weapon out of his opponent's hands with his Katanas, then gave him a swift kick. He slid to the ground, unconscious.
Donatello swept his opponent's feet out from under, causing him to fall onto his back. He rolled up onto his feet again, only to be met by the end of Donny's Bo.
Raphael was "dancing" with his opponent, Sai-to-dagger. He finally managed to roll onto his back and, with his foot pushing against his opponent's midsection, flipped him over his head and tossed him.
Raph didn't realize that he had tossed him towards the ledge, or that Mike had been standing in his path.
When Raph got to his feet, he saw his opponent he just tossed hit the ground, and Mike disappearing over the ledge.
Panic gripped Raphael as he ran to the ledge. His eyes were wide with shock from what he had just done. He quickly stopped and looked fearfully over the edge.
Michelangelo was just barely hanging on, a few centimeters of protruding brick as his lifeline. Unfortunately, his grip was not holding.
Laying on the roof, Raph shot a hand out, trying to reach Mike. He could just reach him. "Hang on Mikey!"
Mike took one hand off of the brick and held on to Raph's hand as tight as he could. Raphael could see the pure terror in Michelangelo's eyes. And it scared him. He had never seen his brother that frightened in his life.
"Don't let go of me, okay Raph?"
Raph almost flinched as he felt the wrench in his gut, the one he usually felt whenever Mike used that tone of voice that reminded him of a scared child.
Then, almost as if it were in slow motion, they lost grip on each other. Their fingertips brushed, and then Michelangelo was hurtling towards the quickly coming cement. He cried out in terror.
"NO! MICHELANGELO!"
Raphael was frozen in a mix between horror and terror as his brother's cry was cut short when he hit the ground, right in the middle of a streetlight beam. A few moments later, he got up and ran to the fire escape.
Michelangelo wasn't moving.
Raphael didn't use the stairs of the fire escape. He ran to the edge of the level, then jumped over the railing and swung down to the next level, where he continued the process until he reached the ground. Then he ran to where his fallen brother lay.
Michelangelo was lying shell-up. Raph got onto his knees and rolled him over. A thin red line ran from his forehead and down his face, staining the orange mask tied around his head. His eyes were closed and he was just barely breathing.
Raphael shut his eyes tight as he gently yet tightly held Michelangelo close, forcing his tears to stay behind his eyes. "I'm sorry, Michelangelo. I didn't know you were standing there... I'm so sorry..."
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Author's note: Now, all depending on the response I get from the readers, I might continue this.