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Amber eyes glared down at a building with two flags hanging on either side of the door. The flags bore the symbol of the Foot clan. The Shredder ruled New York City with an iron fist. No one dared stand up to the tyrant, no one except the Hamato clan. Raphael had put a few Foot soldiers in the Hudson, but most just disappeared into unmarked graves. Disappearances and the Hamato clan went hand in hand. They were almost just as ruthless as the Foot, but that was how the job was done.

Raphael glanced over at his younger brothers. Donatello was fiddling with his scanner and Michelangelo was looking over his shoulder. Voices crackled over the scanner, mostly low level police reports. But, then something caught his attention. It was a Foot report saying that the Shredder would be inspecting a warehouse down by the docks. The three brothers looked at each other. This was the break they had been waiting for.

However, something made Raphael pause. It almost seemed too easy. They had been making Foot soldiers disappear for months now, and all of a sudden Shredder finally decided to show up?

"It could be a trap," Donatello voiced Raphael's thoughts.

"But, it could also be our one chance to take out Shredder," Michelangelo added.

The younger two looked to their leader for guidance. Raphael felt torn. He knew both of them were right. It could very well be a set up, but it could also be true and Shredder really was going to be down at the docks.

"What do we do, Fearless Leader?" Donatello asked.

"We check it out," Raphael said. "Trap or not, we can't miss this chance."

Michelangelo whooped and threw a fist into the air. "Time to shred the Shredder," he said.

Donatello hooked the scanner on to his belt as Raphael took off at a run towards the docks. The three brothers ran at break neck speed, not wanting to miss their opportunity to right a severe wrong. They reached the docks to find a long, black limousine parked outside one of the warehouses. The Foot symbol was painted on the doors.

"Looks like we're just in time," Michelangelo whispered, eagerness clearly evident in his voice.

"Fall in, but be quiet and stay out of sight," Raphael ordered.

The siblings went into ninja mode as they snuck into the warehouse. Raphael opened up a skylight window to let Donatello and Michelangelo inside before slipping in behind them. He carefully lowered the window back into place. The brothers crept across the rafters, scanning the floor below for any signs of Shredder. Foot ninjas went to and fro, but Shredder was nowhere to be seen.

Raphael growled low in his throat. False lead. He should have known. He frowned when the ninjas began closing the doors and locking them while they were still inside. Then, he heard it. A strange hissing sound. The brothers yelled out as they were suddenly engulfed in a foul smelling green smoke. Caught off guard, they fell from the rafters, colliding hard with the floor. Coughing and gasping for air, Raphael looked up to see the warehouse fill with the smoke.

He swung around when Michelangelo suddenly screamed in terror. His brother scrambled to his feet and ran from an unseen enemy. Donatello began to whimper and plead with someone, but there was no one there, except for the ninjas who were just staring at them. Continuing to cough, Raphael got to his feet and pulled out his sais.

"What did you do to my brothers?" he snarled.

Through the smoke, he could see that the few remaining ninjas were wearing gas masks. Fighting to stop coughing, Raphael charged forward, sais poised to strike. However, he stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide with horror. Before him stood two turtles. One wore a gold mask, the other silver. They just stood there, glaring at him. Raphael closed his eyes and shook his head.

"You're not real," he growled.

"That's not very nice, Raphie," the silver masked turtle said, his voice sounding too much like Leonardo's.

"Is that any way to talk to your..."

Raphael yelled and swung a sai at them. They vanished in a burst of smoke. He panted for breath. The ninjas had disappeared, so had his brothers. Raphael looked around the warehouse in confusion. It was still filled with the green smoke, but where was everyone?

"Raphie," twin voices sang out. "Raphie."

Raphael put his hands to his ears and squeezed his eyes tightly closed. "You're not real. You're not real," he repeated.

"Why didn't you save us, Raphie?" the disembodied voices asked. "Were we not special enough to be saved?"

"Shut up!" Raphael roared.

The voices laughed. "Still as hot tempered as ever," one of them commented.

Raphael caught a brief flash of gold within the smoke. It was soon followed by silver. The flashes appeared in a circle around him. One after another.

"You sent us on that suicide mission," Gold accused, appearing out of nowhere and slamming a fist into Raphael's jaw.

The red masked turtle stumbled backwards, a hand going to his jaw.

"You knew we never stood a chance," Silver shouted, delivering a powerful kick to Raphael's stomach.

Raphael collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.

"How does it feel?" the voices asked, morphing into one all too familiar voice.

Raphael looked up to see a taller, stronger Leonardo looming over him. His brown eyes burned with a loathing hatred, swords gleaming hungrily for blood.

"How does it feel to be the weak one?" Leonardo asked.

"Leo?" Raphael breathed. "How did...I don't..."

"What's the matter, Raphie?" Leonardo asked mockingly. "Rat got your tongue?"

Gold and Silver suddenly reappeared behind Leonardo. They looked like they were out for blood.

"Do it," Silver said.

"Make him pay," Gold snarled.

Leonardo stalked up, making Raphael scrambled backwards. His shell hit off of a forklift. Gold and Silver began chanting, their voices growing louder and louder. Leonardo spun his swords above his head.

"Good riddance, Raphael," he sneered before bringing the blades down.

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