Red Liquid

McBurgerQueen

Grove Street

Din swore under his breath. She had found him! Karai Saki had found him! There was no ifs, ands, or buts about it. She knew his first name and that was enough. How many Dalty's were there in the world?!

Actually….two…but one was dead…

Din glanced around the restaurant after Karai had walked out. Was she on her cell phone? Was she making a call? The limousine drove away, and it was just a matter of time before this place was crawling with Foot Ninja. And he was weaponless.

He needed to get back to his house. Needed to get his sword and some other gear back as soon as possible. But the Foot would no doubt be coming. Karai was far from stupid, and she would assume he'd head back there. He had no choice though. The weapons were more important.

He ran around back, behind all the gray ovens and microwaves, and dashed out the front door, no glancing back. Losing his job would be the least of his worries. He had a good twenty minute run from here to his house. Plenty of time for the Foot to set up a trap…

122 Eastman Ave.

Leonardo crouched on the rooftop of the building right next to Casey's apartment, the window in plain view. Inside, April's red hair could be seen shuffling around the room, her face twisted in frustration. Her lips moved, muttering to herself.

Michelangelo leapt up next to his brother, panting heavily. "Geez…Leo, how do you move so fast?"

Leonardo shook his head, and pointed. "There's Casey's window. Let's move."

Michelangelo looked toward his brother with pleading eyes, but the blue masked turtle was already hopping to the building, and down the fire escape. He sighed, and followed, his legs feeling more like bricks. Leonardo never was like this….

Swinging down the fire escape, Leonardo banged on the window. April jumped, and dropped some of the clothes she was carrying. She smiled a little though, and opened the window. "Hey, Leo." She said, her voice betraying her fatigue.

Michelangelo dropped in, and stumbled a little on the steps. His voice was cheery though, despite his own fatigue. "Heya April-Whoa!" he grabbed the railing, and almost fell.

Leonardo shook his head.

April saw the leader's disappointed expression. Leonardo had been really hard on them lately… "So, what brings you here? I would let you inside, but it smells like vomit." Her face wore a disgusted expression.

Leonardo didn't crack a smile. "Apparently Raph was here a while ago, drinking with Casey."

April rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms. "Don't remind me. He's over there, passed out. He gets one crate of beer from his uncle, and he gets drunk out of his mind. Ugh…I don't know why I bother…." She said, shaking her head, and reaching for the FeBreeze.

Michelangelo opened his mouth, but Leonardo cut him off. "Well, apparently Raph showed himself to Casey's neighbor, do you know who it might be?"

April shook his head. "I got here, and he was-" There were sounds next door. Grunts, and then the sound of metal sliding on metal. The distinct sound of a swordfight. "What is-" She was cut off, as a loud bang was heard, and the wall shook.

Michelangelo grabbed his brother's shoulder. "Leo! Look! Foot!"

Leonardo's eyes widened, and he dashed along the fire escape to the next window. Oh….no….it couldn't be…

Michelangelo spoke. "Isn't he the guy we met yesterday in the sewer?"

"Get down!" Leonardo cried, as the man was thrown towards the window, shattering the glass, and then landing on the fire escape. He had a few cuts, but didn't seem too injured. His blonde hair was tinged with blood. His own…or the Foot? Which was better?

Din, Leonardo recalled his name, struggled to his feet. He glanced over to the turtles, blinked, but then immediately engaged in combat with a Foot Ninja who leapt through the window, and met him sword to sword.

Michelangelo was underneath his brother's body, having been thrown down by Leonardo as the glass shattered. "Leo! We should help!" He said, as he brother got up and turned around.

"No, Mikey, it's not our-" Leonardo drew his katanas and was immediately drawn into the fray. His arm went up, and his blade met a Foot Ninja's, before he moved and sliced through the arm of the Ninja. The arm fell into a red puddle.

Michelangelo's eyes widened. "Don't we usually just stun-?" He asked, but Leonardo was already following Din up the fire escape. A Foot Ninja leapt out of the window, and glanced to Michelangelo. "Heh, dude….you'll regret this." He said, before smacking him upside the head with a nunchuk, and trying to follow his brother up the stairs.

Leonardo found Din surrounded by Foot Ninja. How many had they sent up to get this guy? Apparently, a lot. The men, having seen the turtle, turned their attention towards him, and charged.

Leaping into the air, Leonardo landed on the other side of the wall of ninja, back to back with Din. "We meet again."

Din paused, as he stepped over his feet, moving in a circular motion with the turtle. "So, it wasn't a human to had me in the sewers."

"No. So, how does someone like you get so many new friends?"

Din sighed. "I'll tell you if I live through this."

Leonardo didn't crack a smile, instead moved forward, and swiped one sword across a Foot Ninja's face, and the other blade struck through a chest.

Spinning, he removed the blade, and then swung it around his chest, and swiped down another Foot. Blood was flying into the air.

Din had moved, and sliced another Foot, before turning and cutting one down the length of the spine behind Leonardo. The man crumpled onto the turtle's shell, who backflipped over Din, and landed in front of him, engaging the Ninja who were once fighting the man.

Michelangelo hurried up the stairs, only to get hit in the chest with a flying, bloodied, corpse. He cried out, and flung his hands to his chest, trying to wipe the blood off. Looking up, all he could see was red. The Foot was falling left and right, but the swords kept tossing blood to the sky. Din and Leonardo, moving as if a team, were completely destroying these men. They weren't just enemies…they were people too.

Michelangelo's breath caught. How…when…He turned away, and ran. Ran down the fire escape, ran into the sewers, and ran back home, afraid to look back.

Leonardo didn't even notice his brother running away. One man was left, and he was hanging off the blue masked turtle's sword. Clinging to life. Leonardo reached up with the other sword, and shoved it through his wiggling body, then slid both swords in opposite directions, ripping the body in two.

Din's eyes widened. This was the man-turtle he had met in the sewers…He was right to be scared.

Leonardo looked to the mess he had created on the roof. "The police will no doubt be on their way."

Din nodded. The turtle's voice was cold. Cold as ice…The blue mask was appropriate. "Yes…I should go."

"With me," Leonardo's head turned. "You're coming with me."

Din was taken aback. "Wh-what?"

"I have some explaining to do. You need to come with me. Or die." The swords were still in those dangerous green hands.

Sounded like an obvious decision to Din. "Alright."