You touch my baby, And I'll make you regret it

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Leonardo's P.O.V

Fate said things weren't always what they seemed, she gave me the answer I just hoped I understood it. I'm meant to die, it's the reason she's told me so much, both of the paths will lead me to the spirit world. So I walked straight down the middle, where both light and dark merged together, it represented the world my brothers and I hid from. There was pain, anger, selfishness and so much betrayal in my world and yet, there was kindness, forgiveness, generosity, and something I want so badly, love. I wanted to be loved, I wanted to give the world one more reason to be seen as a good place, I don't know how, but I have a feeling that if I leave, not only will my family be in danger but others will be too, maybe it's just wishful thinking though. As I continued to walk, the light and dark began to flicker like candles, swirling into one another until they began to make a new shade entirely, grey. "Hahaha, do you really think you're going to escape the grip of death, your already dead" an unknown voice bounced from everywhere, unlike Fate's kind, motherly voice, this voice was obviously male, it sounded cruel, unmerciful and just plain creepy, I ignored it and continued walking. "Why bother walking, you're not going back" the voice whispered from behind me, I jumped and was about to turn around to see who it was, when I felt hand holding my face. "Leonardo, do not listen to the foolishness of this being, he is trying to get you to look back, but if you look back, your soul shall be lost forever and even I won't be able to save you" a lady, with skin and hair that glowed white but eyes that were pure black stood in front of me, it was Fate. I nodded my head and fate disappeared, I continued to walk down the path, but it was getting harder and harder for me not to turn around. The man was playing horrible tricks on me; he pretended to be my brothers at one point, screaming in agony, crying for me to save them. I cried with every step I had taken away from the voices, they kept getting louder, I was so close to turning around, but my mind kept repeating what Fate said, and so I pushed through my big brother instinct and continued to march on. I just wanted to go home, but as long, bony grey fingers wrapped around my head, I knew, that I might not ever see my family again.

Splinter's P.O.V

I spent the last 15 minutes taking turns with Donatello doing CPR for Leo, hoping it may restart his breathing and heart. It worked, Leonardo was breathing, still abnormal and very ragged, but breathing. Donatello was sitting in my lap and I was sitting in the chair in Leonardo's room, Raphael had taken Michelangelo out of the room, I don't know what they're doing now but I'm not willing to leave Leonardo to see. I rocked back and forth, hugging Donatello, so many feeling rushed through me, and I didn't know what to think or how to feel. Anger, sadness, relief, horror and so many other emotions were coursing through my veins; I was horrified to think I had been so close to losing my son, my little Leonardo. I was horrified that my three younger sons had witness their own brother, dead. I was angry that Leo would nearly leave us, angry that I had failed as a father, angry that the world wouldn't just take my wife and daughter away and also my human life, but now one of my sons. What had I done to deserve this, How could fate be so cruel? I was sad for the obvious reason that I had failed and relief, well why on earth wouldn't I be highly relief? My child was breathing and living again, although still unconscious and breathing still labored and weak, but still, it was there.

I heard the door open and looked over to see my other two sons walking in with what looked like two plates of algae spaghetti. I looked in shock, Michelangelo gave Donatello the smaller plate while Raphael gave me the larger one, I stared at them, dumbfounded, and a quick glance at Leonardo's digital clock showed me that is was 7:15pm. Huh, it was around 4 when we first arrived, Donatello and I had been here for over 3 hours, my two sons had been left alone, for three hours. I'm a terrible father. I nudge Donatello and he hopped off, I took the plate form Raphael and guided Donatello and myself out into the kitchen. Raphael followed us, Michelangelo stayed in the Leonardo's room, I didn't question him nor did I try to pull him away, he needed to be around Leonardo, a breathing Leonardo. After all, the six year old had been the first to discover Leonardo's state. What a horrible thought.

I ate solemnly alongside Donatello, who picked at his food and only ate a small portion, a grim look on his face. Raphael sat in one of the chairs and watched Donatello, worry clearly evident in his gaze. Donatello didn't even seem to notice or he just didn't care, his skin was pale and his face was set in a scared frown. What would that do to seven year old, doing CPR on your own brother at such a young age, yes he may be seven but if it hadn't been for Donatello's base knowledge on CPR and other medical terms and his determination to help, I probably would've panicked and done it all wrong, or get too tired and end up slowing my pace. I wouldn't have known to tilt Leonardo's head back or make sure there was nothing blocking his airways and to only to use one of my hands to press down while the other supported the occupied hand's wrist. I wouldn't have known to press faster than what I originally thought was a good pace. In all honesty, Donatello just saved his brother's life, not me. I reached my hand over to my second youngest son and laid a paw on his shoulder; the young boy jumped and stared at me wide eyed. "Thank you, my son, you did a good job" with that said Donatello wailed loudly and latched onto me strongly, I hugged him back just as tightly, in the corner of my eye I saw Raphael's shoulders shake as he fought tears. Moving my left hand I beckoned him to come over to us, within seconds I had two crying, sobbing little turtles in my arms, I held them strongly and slightly rocked us back and forth. I looked up and through my tears I could see the kitchen had been cleaned and so had the dishes, Raphael and Michelangelo bot made dinner and cleaned up afterwards, how did they have the strength to do that after seeing such a horrible sight. I hugged my boys tighter, Raphael was quietly sniffling and hiccuping while Donatello loudly snorted and coughed, both of them covered my robe with tears of fear and sadness, as well as mine.

Michelangelo's P.O.V

I sat on my big brother's bed; small hiccups escaped my mouth as I looked at Leonardo. Leo's breathing calmed me even though it didn't sound normal; I lie down next to Leo and curl up next to him. I had been so scared, so very scared, Leo had stopped breathing and I all I had done was scream, Donnie and Daddy had somehow had gotten Leo breathing again. When Raph took me out, he had been shaking and his lips had been trembling, I didn't want him to cry so I made us draw some get well cards for Leo, it worked. We had gotten so creative and into it, we wanted Leo to feel that we needed and cared for him. After we had finished and cleaned up our mess we had gotten hungry, I told Raph that father wouldn't be out of the room for a while and that we should cook dinner. He seemed very unsure and even upset, but he pulled through, luckily I was nearly always in the kitchen helping when Daddy would cook, so I knew how to make something that was yummy but also filling, spaghetti. Raph and I had eaten, not wanting to go into Leo's room to get don and daddy but when we realized that they weren't coming out we had decided to go in and give them their dinner, after cleaning up the kitchen though. Now, here I am, lying in Leo's bed, watching his chest go up and down while listening to his labored breathing.

Carefully I got under the blankets and held tightly to Leo's body, I stared up at his face, it scrunched up every now and then, worried I sat up and looked more closely. Leo's face looked as though he was in pain, his breathing picked up in speed and a thin layer of sweat coated his forehead, he was shaking as well. Quickly I got out of the bed and got a cloth that was resting on the night stand which also held a bowl of cold water, soaking the cloth and then wringing it out; I crawled back into bed and began to gently wipe his face. His temperature lowered a little but the look of pain and fear stayed on his face, I began to shake, what should I do? Should I get Master Splinter? Should I stay just encase Leo stops breathing again? Looking down at Leo I could see small tears beginning to build up. Without thinking I reached down and rubbed them away with my thumb, instantly Leo stopped shaking, and his breathing began to slow slightly, huh. I began to caress his face softly, my heart began to hurt, from worry maybe? I don't no. As I sat there rubbing Leo's face, I noticed signs of him calming down further, his breathing even started to sound less struggled. Leo's mouth parted and he panted out "Mikey" I blinked in shock, "yes, Leo" I spoke softly as I could and continued to gently rub his cheeks. A flash of fear crossed Leonardo's face, his back arched up and his head swung from side to side, "MIKEY!" he screamed out in agony. The door slammed opened as my brothers and father burst into the room. I stared down at Leo in fear, without even realizing it; I had grabbed Leo's shoulders and was shaking them slightly. "Leo it's ok, I'm ok, calm down Leo, your safe and I'm safe. WE'RE ALL SAFE, it's ok" Leo began to stop shaking so much and soon there were only small shivers. "It's ok Leo" I whispered. Everyone surrounded me and Leo, watching in worry, my grip on Leo hand grew a little tighter as tear began to well up in my eyes. Why didn't he just wake up, why did he stay asleep. Tears fell and dripped onto Leo's face, a gasp was heard. Looking at Leo I could see he was struggling, I felt him twitch and shiver. My eyes grew wide as Leo's right arm lifted from the bed, it shakily and weakly got higher and higher until his hand touched my face. I took in a shaky breath, what was going on? Leo's thumb began to wipe the tears away, I wanted to laugh. Even when big brother was hurt, sad and unconscious, he still looked out for us. I grabbed his hand and held it on my face, I wanted big brother to wake up, to laugh, to smile, to hug me and make the bad things go away. "AHHHHHH" I was startled as Leo started to scream in agony. I was pushed aside as Master Splinter scooped Leonardo up into his arms; I heard a gasp come from father. "He's burning up" was the only thing he said before rushing to the bathroom and turning the bath on, along with my brothers we followed father, Donnie quietly told Master Splinter to not put Leo into cold water but instead Luke warm temperature, for the sudden drop could make Leo's condition worse.

I hugged Raph as we watched Daddy panic over Leo; Leonardo's scream still going, the pain and hopelessness within his scream was haunting, it was hurting me. "Raphael go get the Panadol, quickly!" Shouted Father but Raphael didn't move he was frozen and watching Leo in fear, letting go of Raph I quickly race into the kitchen and looked in the medicine cupboard. I had to climb up on the counter to get to the cupboard which was easy, I looked carefully at the labels because I didn't want to get the wrong one, that's when I realized that the Panadol was kept in the fridge, getting down and stumbling over to fridge I began to mentally scold myself. Why was I so stupid, I was always getting hurt and sick, how could I have forgotten where the Panadol was, idiot. Once again I carefully looked over the labels and when I found the right one I made extra sure it was the right one by reading the instruction, I then got the oral syringe, I think that's what don called it. (You don't know how long it took me to find out what the name of it was..*slams head on desk* UUHHG) I took them both back to Master Splinter; he read the instruction and then measured the bad tasting medicine into the syringe. I noticed that Raph wasn't in the room and when I was about to go out looking for him, he came rushing in with the IV bag. Master Splinter put the medicine in it after attaching it to Leo. We all sat around, waiting for Leo's fever to lower, he had stop scream but would occasionally whimper and cough.

Leonardo's P.O.V

I whimpered as rocks and sticks scratched my plastron, I kicked and struggled against the hold of my captor. The bad man from before was dragging me further and further away from the right path and deeper into the dark forest. My fingers dug into the ground, my nails and skin breaking causing me fingers to bleed, I whimpered again in pain which made the man grip my leg he was holding tighter, his long claws dug into my skin. I didn't look back, not once. I heard a snap; bones broke and rubbed against each other. A scream erupted from my throat, thick tears rushed down my face. He broke my leg; he broke my leg into two. My mouth hung open, my pupils constricted and laid limp as the man continued to drag me. My screams didn't stop but my movement did, why, why couldn't I go without pain.

'Why am I so useless, why can't I just stand on my good leg and march on forward. Am I truly that pathetic, I'm such a disappointment, Master Splinter would throw me away within seconds if he saw my condition" I thought with a frown on my face 'that is if he hasn't already' I stop screaming but whisperers continued to escape my mouth. I could feel my body getting hot, like unbelievable hot, was this how it felt like when you die and take the dark path, what did the light do then, maybe it made you cold, deathly cold. Suddenly we stopped, was this the end? Was my time in the living truly up? Clawed hands disappeared from my leg and it gently fell to the forest floor, which shocked me, still I didn't look back. I tensed up, waiting for an attack or for death to finally take me, but neither came, instead a small hand caressed my check, wiping the tears away. My eyes widened, I couldn't actually see the hand but by how small and soft it was and the fact there were only two fingers and one thumb made it easy for me at least to know who it was. I panted in pain, my leg was killing me, or maybe it was the forest, don't really care all I care about is the owner of the unseen hand. "Mikey" my voice sounded different, it felt and sounded more, real? "Yes Leo" I heard, happiness filled my hear and a smile was beginning to creep onto my face, that is, until a clawed hand came back and gripped my leg with a vengeance. "MIKEY!" I screamed as I thrashed around trying to get the bad man to let go, it hurt my leg but the want and need to see my baby brother was greater than the pain and so I struggled like I've never struggled before, my bones cracked and broke more each time I moved it to quickly.

"Dammit, stop struggling you freak!" shouted the cruel man, his claws digging in even deeper into my soft flesh. Somehow, against all odds, I got free. I ran and ran as fast as I could, I ignored the pain in my leg, I ignored the splinters and rocks that dug themselves deeply into my feet and it was all thanks to Mikey and his constant talking. "Leo it's ok, I'm ok, calm down Leo, your safe and I'm safe. WE'RE ALL SAFE, it's ok" Mikey shouted, I could feel his small soft hands clutching my shoulders. I calmed my breathing and slowed, even though I was running as fast as a cheetah, I somehow could do it. "It's ok Leo" came Mikey's voice in a small whisper. I could feel something wet hit my cheeks and on closer exception if found it was tears, but they weren't my own, Mikey. I was getting closer to the grey, and as I felt more tear and Mikey's grip grew tighter I decided enough was enough, I lifted my hand, which seemed really heavy, I heard a gasp, that was weird. As I ran down the grey path, it got easier and easier to lift my hand up until finally I felt something soft, warm and solid, someone's face? I moved my thumb and it connected with what I guessed to be tears. Mikey's baby soft hands held onto my own, I smiled.

Pain, pain exploded in my left side as clawed hands ripped through my plastron and flesh, I screamed but this time I knew my brother could hear it. That small connection, where I could feel and hear my brother, disappeared, I knew he could hear me, but I no longer knew what was happening to him. My body burned as the awful man's hand plunged through my shell and out of my stomach, I still didn't look back but I screamed as loud as any living being could. 'It hurts! Help! Please! Daddy, Daddy help please! Brothers, Dad someone, ANYONE!' I loudly called in my mind, everything hurt so much. Silvia and blood dripped from my open mouth, my eyes were wide and constricted again, my body twitched and jerked in pain, I swear I was on fire because everything burned so much. Tears mixed with my blood and spit, my eyes slowly went up. I wanted to sleep and never wake up but that was the man's plan, I needed to stay awake and not turn around. It was so hard though, I coughed up blood and the man chuckled in delight, my eyes grew more tired by the second. I gasped loudly, my mouth doing the gaping fish look, breathing was getting harder and the heat made me pant more. "You should know by now, that your family, the people in the world and even Fate herself don't want you" the man growled out, I whimpered in pain and sadness, he was right. "Heh, I even bet that if your mother had been mutated with you, she would've hated and disowned you right away you pathetic piece of shit!" I sobbed loudly, please make him stop. "You're worthless, useless, unwanted and unloved. You'll never be anything more than a broken fucking toy, you hear me you little brat, A BROKEN TOY!" the man screamed. I shook my, not wanting to hear anymore, his bloodied clawed hand grabbed my head and began to pull. I screamed, he was going to pull my head off!

"Let my son go!"

My eyes widened and a shocked gasp escaped the evil man, that voice, it wasn't fathers.

*GASP* What's gonna happen…I donno I'll see how it plays out hehe

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