Sorry for the delay folks, I've been busy…. However, here I am again, ready to grab the thread I had left.

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Michelangelo sighed to himself, feeling water splashing down on him in the cold weather. Why rain, and why now? He looked over at his brother. Donnie stood silently on the rooftop with him, scanning the city for even the slightest sight of their two older brothers. They had been searching for hours. What wouldn't master Splinter think?

"Don…?" he called softly, walking over to the purple-masked turtle, but Don didn't reply. He took a deep sigh, and Mikey could see behind the mask that the turtle was calculating every single option.

"Come on," Mike tried again, "There - must be somewhere we haven't looked." Don blinked slightly.

There was. He slowly lifted his head and turned to look at Mike.

"We try to the east," he replied with a weak smile and started to walk in that direction. Mikey smiled to himself. All hope wasn't lost - it never was. Deep down, he knew they would find their brothers. But Don seemed more skeptical.

The two of them started jumping from rooftop to rooftop, until they reached the eastern end of the city. Mike smiled a bit. The rain hadn't reached this end of New York, though it was still a cold wind greeting them.

"Alright," Don interrupted his thoughts, "I check the roofs, you check the alleys." Mikey slowly nodded and jumped off the roof and out of Don's eye vision. Don closed his eyes for a second.

'Leo, where are you?' he questioned in his mind, opening his eyes again. He had to concentrate. With a leap, he landed on the next roof and studied his view. Nothing.

Mikey landed on the ground, quickly looking around for any humans who could see him. But he was safe. Quickly looking out from the small alley, he eyed two men walking down the street.

"Man, you should've heard it, Chris," one of them spoke with a high-toned voice, "It sounded like someone was getting killed or something." The other man shrugged and took out a cigarette from his pocket, litting it.

"I'm telling' ya, this city is dangerous," he took out the smoke of his mouth, studying it as they walked past the turtle without noticing him. Mikey blinked. He didn't like the sound of that… But it could be anyone, Purple Dragons in a fight of some sort, it didn't have to have anything to do with his brothers. Mikey took a step out and went for the next alley, and the next and the next. Still nothing. The orange-cladded turtle looked up to the sound of rumbling. Small drops started to fall on the ground.

"Great," he muttered to himself. Why did it have to rain? He frowned a bit and approached the next alley, when the rain started falling down harder. He walked through the darkness and landed on the other side, looking around with tired eyes. He really needed a rest, though he knew there wasn't time for it. He simply kept walking through the rain, suddenly having a weird feeling hitting him. Wasn't the ground - greasy? He looked down, eyes widening and jumped with a scream. The ground was painted in red around him, and he could see bloodstains on the walls of the buildings. He frantically grabbed for his shell cell, trying to reach his brother. Don picked it up, and a simply "yeah?" was all he got.

"Eh Don," Mike gulped, taking a glimpse at the red pavement. It made his stomach turn over, "There's a lot of red stuff, and I don't think it's paint." The other end of the line was silent for a moment.

"Stay where you are." and the line was cut off. Mikey closed his eyes, placing the shell cell back in it's place. He didn't want to look at the blood anymore. Taking a few steps backwards, he suddenly fell hard on his shell, when he tripped over something. He jerked his eyes open and moved his foot, looking down at a bloody weapon on the ground.

'No…' he slowly reached out for the weapon on the ground. It couldn't be.

"Raph's sai…" The truth slowly hit him, making him unable to move.

"Mikey?" Don asked from behind, as he had finally reached his brother. He looked down at him, noticing the sai in his hands. This wasn't good. Don kneeled beside Mikey, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. But Mike still didn't move. He didn't feel the hand on his shoulder being replaced with a hand on each side of him, holding him closer. And he didn't feel the tears streaming down his cheeks, along with the rain…