"Can you see at all?"

Please say yes. Leonardo pushed the image of a tar-like gel, oozing out his brother's eye socket, into the back of his shell. He tucked that memory next to the other one. The one he wasn't going to think about right now. Nope.

"Fuck, it hurts." Raph blinked his good eye. "But, I can see."

Relief shuddered into Leonardo's lungs, as he cleaned the trails of red streaking down his brother's cheek. That knife jutted out of one shitty bandage job. At least the gauze secured and covered the wound, along with Raph's mask, a bandanna, and a little luck.

"Okay." Now, they had to get away with murder. "Hat-girl is passed out." Not with The Blond. "With The Body." Saying it aloud was the first step.

"Where?" Raph tracked his brother's finger, pointing to the pile of two girls. "Fuck."

"Can you walk?"

"Think so."

"We gotta move." Leo helped his brother to stand. "Grab some of that plastic sheeting."

Someone calls in a missing teenager; the cops roll their eyes and take a report. But, if a little white girl surfaces with her throat slit, forget about it, everyone Leo loves is DEAD. Forensics will flush them out. The cops will hunt them down. Shit! What if Hothead says no?

"Okay." Raph tightrope-walked towards the bridge. There was no hope for the bloody mush that used to be his eyeball. He would never be whole again. The ghostly sheets crackled in the wind.

The Body lay face down.

Hat-girl was on top. Unconscious, no thanks to God.

Leonardo grabbed her ankles.

His eyes roamed up the girl's shredded black jeans. Dragging her over the grass made her t-shirt ride up. He couldn't help himself. She had an outie.

The girl's cheek had ballooned out like crazy and there was a remarkable amount of blood drying on her chin and neck. Where was that hat? Why didn't Raphael just kill the girl? Two bodies would be easier to move.

That cold thought spilled pins and needles down Leo's spine.

Her heels thud on the earth.

His brother, preoccupied with a turtle-killing knife in his eye, wouldn't know. Nobody would know. Leonardo mounted Hat-girl. He pressed his bloody katana to the girl's jugular, remembering what Sensei had taught him.

Ninja never take prisoners.

This wouldn't be an accident, but an execution. Disturbingly easy. For a killer.

Had tonight already defined Leonardo?

Leonardo stood and shlinked his katana away. A swift death was too kind. One not fitting for this rotten human. He looked over his shell. Raphael struggled with some plastic sheeting. Leo turned back.

One of Hat-girl's eyes, the iris, had a ragged, scarlet ring around it. Leo flinched. Her jacked-up gaze led to his plastron, where a red sash of arterial spray coated his chest.

The blood. Splattering. It had been so warm.

He locked eyes with the girl.

Testing her jaw, she whimpered, one of her pearly-whites had been knocked out. The fang one. At least he didn't have to tell her to be quiet, after a solid hit from Raphael, she should be glad her chin was still attached. Leonardo knew that pain.

He buried all his sympathy. "Sit up."

She put on a good act, moaning and groaning.

"Take off your jacket." The innocent question had an astonishing effect on her. And, him.

Hat-girl blubbered and clutched her sleeves. "Why?"

A perverted thrill steamed through his body. Squatting, Leonardo got in her puffy face.

"Take it off."

"Please don't." The girl sucked up the tears while her trembling hands unzipped the cotton garment. "Please don't hurt me."

That's probably what the turtle was thinking.

Leo snatched the jacket.

The way she cowered, hugging her knees, helped extinguish some of the blazing-hot pressure building in his veins.

"Lay down on your belly."

Her split lip quivered. She hesitated, no doubt considering the ramifications of crab-walking away to escape.

"Belly. Down."

Nose in the dirt, the girl shuddered. Good. He didn't want her to see this and scream.

One fluid slice is all it took. He forced his blade into the back of the jacket, sheering the cheap clothing into two-halves.

From the ground, she awkwardly rolled to one side. The girl's eyes widened at the cut-up jacket. Maybe she was shitting her pants, now. He practically heard her thoughts. What the fuck is he gonna do now?

"Up."

She pushed up to a seated position.

"All the way."

Her eyes snapped up to his then immediately averted. She blinked rapidly, coming to crouch. The girl waited for an opportunity and found none. It was too late. She stood before Leo.

He kindly held up one half-jacket. "Get the sleeve over your eyes."

Shaking, the girl's hands hooded her tender, bloody face. Now, just like his brother, she was blind.

"Turn around."

Leonardo dared not think about what he had done, it was time to just do. For the Clan. His Master expected nothing less.

"Hands behind your back"

A blue band cinched around the prisoner's wrists. Tight. Digging into flesh. It pained him more than her.

Raphael was almost done gathering the sheeting, so Leo almost enjoyed shoving her down. She collapsed to the ground, falling back without the luxury of free hands. The sleeve muzzled her yelp.

"Roll over and kick off your shoes."

He collared her tiny little ankles, stuffing them through the other sleeve. It just about worked. Certainly, slow her down. Eyes, wrists, ankles. Check.

He crawled on hands and knees over top her shivering body. Leo didn't crush her completely when he whispered into wherever her ear was under that stupid jacket. "Don't move."

What was he forgetting?

"The hell are you doing?" Raph had the Body 'bag'. The judgement shined from his one-eyed stare, finding Leo straddling the girl and breathing down her neck.

"Waiting." Leonardo dismounted her in a hurry, angered more by the hot, tightness in his gut. "She's secure. You can watch her, now." The scornful order seemed to drive the knife deeper into his brother's head.

The crinkling plastic sheeting flopped on the grass. "Here." Raphael stiffened. "Jesus, Leo!"

What? Blind. Bound. Breathing. The prisoner wormed around on the ground for the turtles. Planning something.

Leo closed a fist. "Five minutes and we'll be outta here. You're doing great-"

Raph put up his hands. "Don't."

"Fine." Leo whispered in his brother's earhole. "Sharpen you sai or some bullshit."

"What?" The word rumbled out of Raphael's chest.

Explaining through his teeth, Leonardo lost patience. "The noise. It will intimidate her."

Hothead slammed his leader into reverse. "You don't think she's scared enough?"

Leo back-peddled knowing that I-outweigh-you look. Shit! Did that knife just move? A glob of blood shoved its way through the bandage. "Raph, please, your eye!"

"Fuck!" Raph doubled over, grunting through the pain.

Patting the Champ's shell, Leo leaned in closer. "You won't let her go, right?"

"Fuck you!" His brother seethed.

Nodding one time, Leo grabbed the plastic sheeting. "Five minutes."

The body's arms and legs were a mess of odd angles. There was so much blood, the saturated ground sucked on his boots. And, the hair. A spider fought its way out the stringy cage of golden tresses.

Leonardo had never had acrophobia this close to the ground before. Don't. Look. Down. He floated the bedsheet-sized tarp down flat, next to the body. Chin straining to the black sky, he flipped the lump until he heard it crunch on top the sheeting. Folding the edge over the deceased, Leo squat-walked, rolling the weight over and over and over. Until there was nothing left.

A turtle was the last thing she ever saw.

Stop!

He sprang up and put his hands on his knees. Looking down at the bale of sheeting, Leo's vision blurred. Only her hair feathered out of the top. Tap-tap-tap. His tears struck the plastic. He turned away.

Raphael wasn't even facing the prisoner!

Cursing and setting his jaw, Leonardo scooped up the body. He helped his brother balance the dead weight over shoulder and shell.

Raph asked, "You got her?"

"Yeah." Leo stared at the one twitching in the breeze, tied up in the park. "I'll get Donnie to bring some zip-ties."

"What?"

"He can meet us at the old Lair."

"The old one?"

"You don't take this kind of trash home." Circling the seated prisoner, Leo hooked her waist. She jerked up off the ground with the sleeve-hood smothering the crying. Suspended at his side, her body thrashed but quickly tired. The ragdoll gave up, draping over his forearm. "Let's go."