A/N: Originally this chapter was two separated chapters, but then I noticed how short the first one was, so I added them…just in case you were wondering!

"SPLINTER!" Leonardo yelled, diving for the rat's hand. He caught it at the last minute. Holding on with struggle, Leo refused to let go of his sensei's wrist.

'I'm not giving up!' Leonardo's mind screamed. 'I'm NOT giving up!'

The body had the extra weight of Oroku Saki to it. Not very pleasant. Leo glared into the masked eyes of his enemy. How he hated him. How he wished for Splinter's robes to rip, ridding of The Shredder to the cold hard floor beneath, ending their troubles.

"Hang on Sensei!" Leo said, his teeth clenched together in concentration. "Just hang on!"

"My son!" Splinter said, looking up into Leonardo's eyes. "Remember your training, concentrate on what you are about to do."

Leonardo nodded and closed his eyes. He could feel the hands of his brothers grabbing his legs. Unfortunately the platform didn't provide enough room for them to back up and pull Leo and Splinter up. Instead, they made sure the two were secure in their position.

Concentrating, Leonardo meditated, sending messages of apologizes to his master. Splinter, however, refused to listen. This was not Leonardo's fault. If at all, it was his own.

From deep in himself, Leo found the answer. Of course! It was plain as day, why hadn't he'd seen it before? The turtle started to swinging back and forth, he was going to flip his master up onto the platform. Hopefully ridding of Saki.

Saki, knowing that something was going on, took action into his own hands. He re-gripped himself onto Splinters brown clothing. The rat saw out of the corner of his eye what the man in metal was doing. However, he did not act upon this, and instead returned to channeling thoughts into his son's mind.

Oroku, determined to win weighed down on the rat's body. He slowly reached his long, bladed hand up towards the wrist of the leader in blue.

Leo opened his eyes and let out a fierce yell as his hands opened. Blood ran through his fingers, but he didn't care. He'd let go of a life so dear to him.

"NO!" Yelled the turtle as he witnessed his master falling, falling, falling, down to the hard floor below him.

Death is a great thing...so great, that Leonardo could not handle it.

Leonardo dove over the edge of the platform, but was thrust backwards at the pull of Raphael's and Donatello's grip.

"SPLINTER!" he yelled in agony. The pain. The anger. Both stung his eyes with tears. He'd failed. How could he, The Great Leonardo, fail? Everything he'd learned, everything he'd passed on. Everything he stood for...was gone.

He should have stepped in. Should have fought along side Splinter. Should have...

But he didn't. He cowardly stayed behind, only able to watch as his master, his father, fell to his death.

"Splinter..." his whisper rang through out the warehouse. Leo's anger boiled in him, rising to extremely high levels. He whirled around on his back, wrenching from Don's and Raph's grip. "You!"

Raph looked taken aback as Leonardo charged at him, his katana in hand. The shingling sound of katana against sai caused for Mikey to shudder. "You held me back!"

"You woulda gone ova too!" Raph pushed his brother back, making him listen. "You woulda been dead too!"

"I least I would have died with honor!" Leonardo growled.

Raphael, stung by Leo's words, was speechless. An indescribable expression portrayed itself on his face. He was shocked by his brother's words. But he knew that Leonardo was right. He would have died with honor.

"Come on." Leo said sternly. "Let's go." He started to walk down the platform steps, taking notice to Casey's puzzled stare and the foot seemingly frozen in place.

Don kept his eyes lowered as he followed behind Leo, knowing that words were not right for this particular moment. Mikey was next, soft tears escaping his eyes, but he kept his head high, burning his head into the back of his leaders' shell.

Raphael brought up the rear, uncertain of what he and his brothers were going to do next. Everything seemed so useless now. So pointless. Why bother anymore? Nothing was going to come out of it. The believing, the training. No one would care. They'd only be considered 'freaks'. Only Master Splinter cared for them. Care for who they were and what they did. He was the soul reason for Raphael to do what he'd been doing for years.

And now, as he walked behind his brothers down the cold metal steps, he felt for the first time in years...a tear. Raphael's feet hit the bottom step, and then the ground.

Casey offered comfort. "Guys...I'm real sorry."

Leo said nothing, but pressed on, determined to take on the responsibility that was to be his. If the Shredder was still alive, Leonardo was going to avenge Splinter's honor...and truly take the head of Oroku Saki.

As the turtle in blue passed a pile of the cemented wall that had collapsed, a voice moaned underneath, barely able to be heard by anyone but Leonardo himself.

"My son..."