I Made You Mad- Ariel; The Tempest

The anxiety he was feeling was burning in his chest, coiling into a thousand knots as his heart was racing against his brain. He tapped the breather to the roof of his mouth, waiting patiently. Leo looked over to see his brothers also anxious to be able to enter the cube. He looked down to see his father with the other sorcerers working on making an opening for the turtles to get in and get out. Leo felt uneasy, not because of his nervousness but because something felt off. He felt like in a way they were being lured in by some invisible force. Licking his lips, he let out a tired sigh. He couldn't think of negative thoughts, not when they were so close to finding Michelangelo.

Cracking his neck and allowing his strained arms fall to the side, he waited patiently for the opening to come.

What they didn't realize was that Rictor was watching, scheming as he witness the sorcerers attempt to break down the barrier. He stood in the large room, looking down in the pit of fire seeing the distress on all of the brothers faces. His plan was coming together and his experiment was almost complete. Just a few more adjustments, a few more tweaks and the experiment will be a success.

"A rabbit runs in a hole to hide from the fox, but does not see the snake that awaits its arrival." He told himself, smirking nodding his head to the side slightly.

"My lord." A dark voice calls. Slowly, Rictor raises his head to meet the view of the guardians. He smiled. He knew they were waiting for his command, waiting to see the fate that would befall them. These…creatures created by dark magic with no true objective in life cared for life more then natural born monstrosities. Everything was falling into place. Slower then he anticipated but he allowed the Guardians to enjoy their time with the turtles so he did not rush the opportunity. Now, was the perfect time because now he realized he had a rat in his ranks and was ready to bring him out. Miles thought he was so smooth, so sneaky that Rictor wouldn't figure out what the mutt was doing. He was going to overthrow him and Rictor was going to allow him that chance to try to. He watched the guardians closely and quickly nodded at them.

"Let them find their brother."

The world around them shook viciously, throwing off the men surrounding the barrier, knocking them down to the ground. Luckily Leo was behind Splinter and caught him with ease.

"What in the world…" Splinter trailed off watching the walls of the barrier convulse. Donnie paid extra attention to the movement of the walls, hearing them hiss in anger of being disturbed. Donnie felt his skin crawl, clutching his duffle bag tight to his side.

Were coming Mikey.

The side they were on opened a small opening big enough to fit the turtles. Without even a glance around, Leo, Raph, and Donnie took off into the barrier and the moment they entered, the wall behind them shut, closing them in away from the rest of the world.

They stood there, gawking at the world they saw. The sky around was purplish and it was a wide variety of things. The arenas, the transporters, all of it just seemed to be a huge abstract art collection meshed into a huge pile of unimaginable tortures.

Leo looked forward to see a dirt road that elevated above the ground. Taking a step, he deemed it sturdy enough to walk on. He looked ahead to see where it lead. A large circular rock floating in the abyss of the atmosphere. Leo was not shocked by the obscure looks of this strange scenery that was around them. Through out everything he and his brothers have been through, he can't let anything distract him or his brothers from the mission. Leo started to walk, focusing on only what was ahead. A burning feeling deep down was telling him this was too easy, far too easy. He looked behind himself to see Raphael looking forward, just as determined as he was. But Donnie was a different story. He was walking forward, but looking out to the side. Interested, Leo stop causing a chain reaction of brothers.

"What's up Don?" He asked. Raph looked back at Donnie who turned his head to look at them.

"This is all a hologram." He spoke. Raph and Leo turned their head in confusion. Donnie pointed to the corner of the abyss world.

"See there?" They both looked to see a shimmering on the side. "Too much energy is being conducted in another area which is causing this holographic outtake to be not as productive." Donnie explained. Leo wasn't too sure why he explained such a trivial piece of information but he could only assume that the chemical was still lingering in his system causing his mind to start wondering off. With a nod of understandment, he turned back to the dirt road ahead and ran towards the rock.

They made it to the circular turf and they looked around. No guards, no alarms, no anything. The sirens in Leo head were going off, warning him. Licking his lips he turned back to his brothers.

"Guys, we have to stay on our toes. This feels too much like a trap." Leo said.

"When did you figure that one out?" Raph said in a ruff tone. He felt a little stupid for not considering the fact that his brothers probably put two and two together. Again, he nodded his head and looked around for an entry point. A few feet away from where they stood, he saw what looked to be a hatch in the ground. Walking up to it and crouching down in front of it, he grasped the cool metal before peeling it to the side to open it. Lifting the heavy metal, Leo looked down inside to see a latter which none of them used for the ground below was not that far down. With swift movement from their training, they went down in absolute silence and scaled against the walls. Again, there was nothing. The slithering feeling Leo was getting was intoxicating, drowning in a way. With an intake of breath he continued on, following the dim-lit hallways.

They walked down these hallways that seemed to be haunting. The howling of people beyond the walls was echoing, taunting. The air was a mixture of musk and shame. The dark edges of ones personality strolled down these hallways. A tainted taste of sin was overwhelmingly devoured. They made no sound, listening to the echoing of the creaking pipes, the strangled noises of the water running through the walls.

They all came to an immediate stop when they notice the halls and halls of cells, lined up one against the other. The twist and curves of the new profound room was so extravagant one might confuse it to be a very well played labyrinth. Leo looked at his brothers to see they were looking back at him looking for answers on how to approach this.

"We split up and search down every corridor. Guys got your shell cells?" He asked. Don and Raph both nodded in agreement. With one final nod, they all set down to the different hallways in desperate search for Michelangelo.

Raph walked down the hallways, feeling the familiar glow of the cell doors, the rotted walls. It was all too similar to the vision he saw in the spirit world. His heart was racing, much faster then it should be but knew he couldn't do anything to stop it. He looked through each little window, peering inside to see the beasts and monsters that lay on the walls and snarled at the intrusion of Raphael. Looking at these creatures made Raph appreciate where he lived so much more. No they weren't accepted by many on earth but it seemed so much better then living under the same roof of one of these beasts.

Seeing these fighters sent fear through his veins. They were here to fight to the death, and Mikey was part of that group. Raph gulped at the thought that one of these guys might have fought against Mikey and hurt him terribly. Shaking the thought away he kept walking, knowing Mikey is still a trained ninja and knew he wouldn't go down easily.

Miles heard the sound of someone walking through the hallways. He smiled to himself knowing exactly who it was. Raph barely glanced through Miles cell before continuing to walk. Miles got up from the ground quickly and grasped the bars of the small window, peering his muzzle out slightly.

"Hey! Hey wait!" Raph ignored his calls, uninterested what a fighter had to say. Miles could sense the frustration and smirked.

"Hey, you're the shell back's brother right?" He yelled. Raph stopped in his tracks. He turned quicker then he assumed he would and marched back to the cell where Miles was. He stood close enough to see the dog like beast but not close enough to where Miles could reach out and touch him.

"What the hell do you know about my brother?" Raph demanded. Miles grin grew wider at the harshness of Raphael.

"Ah, so you're the hot head." He tried to muse.

"Answer me!" He hollered. Miles chuckled slightly.

"And Impatient. You're an interesting fellow." He returned.

"Look, you either tell me something useful or I'm walking away." Raph warned. Miles looked into Raph's eyes, seeing the seriousness of his composure, enjoying the rigidness of his appearance, comparing him to Michelangelo. Miles could see the difference in bulk and muscle mass. But something about Raphael's eyes reminded him of the small terrapin. The burning passion of determination. Oh yes, this was going to be fun.

"I was actually going to make you a deal." He said smoothly. If Raphael wasn't so angry at the problem ahead he would have laughed at the thought.

"Why in gods name would I make a deal with a criminal like you?" He asked. Miles huffed lightly as the comment.

"Now come on, I am just another captive like everyone else in here." He said with slight humor. Raph snorted at the remark, not buying it one bit. Miles smirk grew a little darker.

"What if I told you I can help you find your brother and that we have a common goal." Raph's eyes narrowed.

"I can find Mikey myself." He argued. Miles let out a hearty laugh.

"Please, you're like a rat in a maze. You have no idea how to work around this place but I do. Also if you help me, I'll help you take revenge on Rictor." He pointed out. Raph pondered it for a moment. He didn't like this guy. His smirk was crude in a way, far too smug for Raph's taste but he wasn't going to lie when he felt he was lost. And lack of a phone call from either Don or Leo told Raph that they haven't found they're brother either. He looked back up to Miles with disbelief in his eyes.

"Awe come on, look I'm not even armed." He said backing up from the bars slightly, allowing Raph to look in to see he had nothing but a belt. Raph stepped back, still not impressed. Miles stepped back towards the bars.

"Look, if I turn on you, I give you every right to slice my throat." Miles tried to compromise.

"Trust me when I say I wouldn't need your permission." Raph growled. Miles smiled. Narrowing his eyes once more, he stared at Miles.

"Why do you wanna help me find my brother so bad?" He asked. Miles was silent for a moment, pondering on how to respond. With a gleaming smile, showing his canines, he said.

"That kid is something else. He's special." Was all he said. This was Raph's choice. He could either wonder around in hopes he'll stumble on his brother, or he could trust this beast in hopes he will lead him right to his brother. With a defeated sigh, he looked back up at Miles.

"You turn your back on me I will slice you in half are we clear?" He said. Miles nodded. Raph nodded as well, looking down at the old rusted lock of the cell.

"How am I supposed to get you out with no keys?" He asked. Miles reached the back of his mouth, removing the small pin and wiping the saliva on his chest before turning it to Raph. Raphael scrunched his snout in disgust as he took hold of the small pin. On his knees he was able to jimmy the small pin and open the lock with a large clang. Raphael got back up and stepped backwards, allowing the large metal door to swing open. Stepping out, Miles took a long, deep breath, imitating someone who might have gotten out of jail for the first time.

Raph took a better look at Miles, seeing his height and build, much bigger then he was. Miles simply stood there and just smirked before turning the opposite direction that Raph was going.

"This way shell back." He called. Raph quickly caught up with him and walked side by side with the large beast. The walk was awkwardly quiet besides the occasional snarl and growl coming from the other cell mates. Usually Raphael isn't the once to break the ice but this silence was getting to him on a more personal level.

"So," He cleared his throat. "What do you have against Rictor?" He asked. Miles ducked his head and hummed for a moment then lifted it back up and look forward, a smile never leaving his face.

"He abducted me from my home while I was in the middle of a battle. You see, on my planet, there is a huge war going on and I am part of the rebellion." He explained. Raph tilted his head.

"How long have you been here? Wouldn't the fight be over by now?" He asked. They turned down another hallway. Miles scratched the back of his neck.

"Time isn't something I measure here. But either way I have a plan." He looked at Raph and he could see the mischief in his eyes. He didn't like this guy; feeling uneasy around the canine. Raph turned his head and faced forward, gut turning thinking of finding Michelangelo. He feared of what condition he would find his younger brother. The guilt for not protecting him in the first place was burning brightly.

Miles took note of the small tube peering out of Raphael's mouth.

"What's that for?" He asked. Confused, Raph followed his eyes down to the breather.

"It's something to keep the chemical that's in the air from entering our systems." Raph looked up to see nothing on the canine.

"Aren't you affected?" He asked.

"Nah you see this?" He lifted his chin to show the small white patch. "Rictor gives this his more, behaved toys." He said with a slight slur. Raph pondered for a moment.

"My brother doesn't have one does he?" He asked with a low voice. Miles remained quiet and that was enough to tell Raph his answer.

Finally, what felt like a decade to get to, they finally made it to the corridor where Mikey was kept. Miles pointed down the hall.

"Third one on the right." He said. Raph nodded, running down the hall to the large metal door. He felt himself shake slightly. He was going to find Mikey, the real Mikey. The back of his mind screamed to walk away, fearing it was another trick set up by the guardians but Raph knew he couldn't walk away, he just couldn't. With trembling fingers, he unlatched the lock and watched the door swing open. The light flooded the dark room. The smell of death and bodily fluids was strong. Raph covered his snout for a second, holding back the gag from the horrid stench. His eyes went wide when he saw Mikey sitting on the floor, one leg stretched out and the other bent at the knee. He had his head down and was cradling his left arm.

Raph didn't think he just went. He dashed in the room and stopped on the floor in front of his brother, feeling the tears pricking at the side of his eyes. He looked terrible. His body sunken in, the bruises, the cuts, the burns all of it. From how he could see it, this wasn't his lively brother. No, this was an abused child in the hands of the gods above.

He placed both his hands on Mikey's shoulders and shook him lightly.

"Mikey? Mikey can you hear me?" Raph demanded. Mikey raised his head, Raph held his breath. They were dull, so dull like the figure he saw in the spirit world. He trembled as he pulled out his shell cell and clicked the panic button, allowing his brothers to follow the signal then turned back to his beaten brother.

"Mikey? Mikey please answer me." He pleaded, placing both hands on the small battered face. Mikey turned and looked at him, opening his mouth slightly.

"Can I go home now?" He asked. Raph couldn't hold back the tears that went down his face. His voice was so small, cracked, Raph couldn't bear it. With a slight nod, he responded.

"Yea buddy were gonna go home now." He moved to Mikey's side with his good arm before lifting it over his shoulder. He counted to three before hefting Mikey up on his feet. Raph didn't struggle bringing him out when Mikey put all his weight on Raph when they walked out of the cell. Mikey was so light it was sickening. He knew he couldn't get far with him but he felt he just needed to get out of that cell.

Outside, Miles helped Raph place Mikey down on the ground once more. Once he was down, he heard Miles sigh and notice the movement of his paw as he rested it on his hip. Raph looked up and instantly went for his Sai when he saw the small pouch that was made to hold a dagger. Bringing his Sai out in front of himself he narrowed his eyes.

"You told me you weren't armed." He growled, ready to pounce from his position in front of Mikey. Miles saw the threatening stance and put his hands up in a surrendering position.

"This thing is just something special. It's so dull it can't even cut through paper. Look." He pulled it out, showing the sides of the small dagger were rounded in a way. The middle of the dagger was tilted in just slightly, like liquid could fit in it. Raph growled but his attention was quickly brought back to Mikey who was starting to cough.

"Easy bro." He tried to soothe. Miles looked behind to see twin terrapins running their direction.

"This is just a family of shell backs." He mumbled. Donatello didn't even bother paying attention to Miles as he stumbled passed them, dropping to his knees and pushing Raph out of the way. He looked over his younger brother. His gazed fixated onto the ground, not even bothering to look up at Donnie. He saw the burns on his legs and that his left arm was wrapped loosely, bloody and stained. Donnie looked up at Leo, "Watch him for a sec." He said before disappearing into the cell where Mikey was residing in.

Leo took the position where Donnie was just sitting, seeing the scars across his youngest brother's body. Guilt filled him, seeing the torture his brother was put through.

In the cell, Donnie was looking around, careful to take short breaths not wanting to take in too much of the stench that was circulating in the room. He looked in the corner to see where the waste was put. In front of him, he crouched to find empty bottles of ointment and used wraps. Someone was helping Mikey but was limited to what they could do. What caught Don's eyes next was the corps that lay on the floor. It was rotted away, infested with maggots. The bones of the once living creature were sticking out from the chunks of meat, coated with a decaying brown color showing the aging of the death of the creature. Donnie felt his stomach roll looking at this creature and to think his brother has been in the same room as this rotting beast, he was scared to see what infections or viruses he could have caught because of this.

Outside the cell, Leo watched Mikey carefully. It was like no one was there, just an empty shell of who his brother was. His attention turned to Miles, who stood there smiling. He didn't trust him, not one bit. It was something that twinkled in his eyes that gripped at Leo to keep him out of reach of Mikey.

"So," Leo started. "How do you know my brother?" Miles wasn't surprised by the question. Out of all the brothers, Rictor was fairly interested in Leo. Something about his conduct and leadership interested him deeply.

"I fought your brother. Gave him mercy. That's why he's still alive." He said. He didn't see a point in telling them all the details just yet. He just needed the fearless one to back off just a little for his plans to work. Leo scanned him, making sure he wasn't lying but something about him felt like an iron curtain. He couldn't tell what he was up to.

"Well, thank you for helping to locate our brother." He said. Miles grinned.

"Don't thank me yet." He said quietly. Leo felt it; he felt the need for answers. This guy wasn't good, they needed to leave.

Donnie rushed out faster then expected looking at Miles.

"So you know Mikey?" He asked. Miles nodded.

"Then who was his cell mate?" He asked. Miles leaned on one foot, looking into the darkened cell seeing the body on the floor.

"I don't know, no one has cell mates, we are all separated into our own separate rooms." He said.

"Then what about that guy?" He asked pointing at the cell.

"He was probably dead before Shell back even got here. They probably forgot to take him out." Miles answered honestly.

"What's the big deal Don?" Raph asked. Donnie pondered over the information for a moment.

"That body is covered with maggots and is infested with disease. I'm worried that Mikey being in such a close proximity with it might cause a chance for any viruses or infections. How long was Mikey in here for?" He asked. Miles thought about it for a minute.

"When did shell back get here? Hmm, I would have to guess maybe eight months ago?" Miles tried. Donnie understood.

"We gotta go." He said.

"Well it's not like we came here for visitation Donnie." Raph said with annoyance, placing Mikey's around his shoulders and picking him up again. Donnie didn't even try to argue back, too frustrated to even try to. Leo looked back over to Miles who was standing there like an outcast.

"Do you know the way out?" He asked. Miles flashed a smirk before turning around and walking the other way. Leo was about to follow before he felt someone grab his arm. He looked over to meet eyes with Donnie.

"Can we trust him?" he asked quietly, watching as Raph followed behind Miles with the incompetent Mikey. Leo didn't a good feeling at all about the entire situation. All of it was far too easy, even Miles who knew exactly where Mikey was and him just lending a hand like nothing was not comforting. He looked away from Don and started walking.

"For now we will. We just have to keep our guard up." He said.

They snuck around as best as they could. Mikey was vaguely aware of what was going on around him. He felt little strength return being able to move around slightly. He felt the tight grip of his wrist, the clammy hand squeezing tightly. Before he could see them pretty clearly, but now they all look like fuzzy blobs. He wished they could just slow down a bit. He felt like he was on a rollercoaster being dragged around the way he was. Suddenly, in a jerky way, they came to halt. Forcing his head up, his eyes shot open and all he saw was red.

The turtles stopped in their tracks when they were met face to face with Rictor and his guards. Everything stopped in an instant. Nothing moved, nothing breathed. Everything was on pause. The man, this monster was the cause of all of this. Anger boiling, the steam of hatred fluttering through out the air. Rictor saw this, looking by the four turtles and enjoyed the results. They all played well so far in his experiment and he wasn't finished yet.

"I'm a little disappointed. I was expecting you all much sooner." He said smoothly. He smiled widely looking at Miles for the first time seeing he had a serious face, not a smirk in sight.

"Miles you are truly something else." He started, "You honestly believe I didn't know you went to my monitors and changed the settings or your idea that you were going to overthrow me?" He asked. At that comment Miles smiled. He didn't know. Rictor so caught up in his own schemes he didn't see what was actually happening.

"Well damn looks like you caught me again oh great lord." He said laying it heavily with sarcasm.

Raphael jerked forward by force. Looking down he saw that Mikey was fighting out of the light grip Raph had on him.

"Mikey what are you doing?" Asking with concern when he noticed his fighting was getting more vigorous. It was faint but Raph could hear a light growling coming from his younger brother. It was so animalistic it was hard to believe it was coming from Mikey. Looking in the direction Mikey was he saw he was locked on Rictor. Raph saw that smirk. The same fucking smirk that has been haunting him for the past week.

"What the hell did you do to Mikey?" He snarled. Leo witnessed the change and quickly brought out his swords, ready to fight.

"Answer, now." He demanded. Rictor placed his hands in his hands in his pockets and sighed.

"I suppose you deserve an answer." The accomplishment in his eyes were bright Leo felt his skin crawl.

"You see, all of you were part of an experiment I put together." He started.

"Why us?" Donnie interrupted. Donnie didn't like games like this, the slow explanations, the little information that was given. He was done playing around.

"Straight forward as usual there Donatello." Rictor mused. Donnie didn't respond, gripping his Bo Staff tightly.

"Every morning, I woke up and saw the news that was happening all around the universe and almost every day I would see your faces. Always something about how brave or how strong you four are. I became interested so I looked in on all of you." He looked over at Leo.

"Leonardo, the protégé of the great Master Splinter. So talented, fearless, a student for any master." He looked at Donnie. "Donatello, oh how I wish I could see into that complex brain of yours. See all that you see. I was tempted to take you instead but knew it wasn't going to work." He turned to Raph. He let out a huffed laugh. "Raphael, The strongest and yet you let your emotions run a muck and that is what made you such an easy target." Rictor saw Mikey, still growling at him. He saw only darkness in the younger's eyes. His inner beast demanding freedom. "Then of course Michelangelo, the center of everything. Oh how I despise him the most." He said almost in a growl. "That, innocence he held so dearly to, the sins he had on his hands, acting as if they weren't there. He is an abomination." He laughed at his own comment.

"You see, I wanted to see what made you all such a great team. So, I took your heart away and watched you squirm." He admitted.

"Our heart?" Leo asked. Donnie sat there and thought and looked over at Mikey. Then, it clicked.

"You took Mikey because you thought it was him that holds us together." Donnie commented.

"Close, but not quite." He said. "I could have taken any of you and all four of you would have crumbled. I took Michelangelo because His personality, his child-like sweetness, it was far too tempting to pass up. I truly did enjoy breaking him." He sounded like he almost purred. Leo was ready to charge but Donnie placed a strong grip on his shoulder. He needed answers and Rictor was giving them all. He needed more time before his brothers thought it was time to charge in.

"I'm interested in this chemical you created." Donnie started. "When I came in contact with it, I felt immense amount of pain and was loosing pieces of my memory. Was this because if exposed for a longer amount of time, you can control how a person sees things and how they react?" He asked. Rictor straightened slightly and lifted his eye ridges.

"Very astute Donatello. Right on the ball. I create allusions for them and allow their minds to run. For Michelangelo I made it so he forgot anything good in his life and saw-"
"And the only thing he saw was trying to kill you." Donnie interrupted. Rictor could say he was surprised by the sudden outburst of the turtle.

"Now tell me how did you figure that out?" Rictor asked curiously.

"You just admitted you loved watching Mikey break out of his innocence and that he has so many sins on his hands when he has none. My brother has never killed and I doubt he ever killed in the ring so I'm assuming you made it that the only thing he knew what to do is to hate you and want to end you." Donnie finished. Leo and Raph stood there in awe by Donnie's explanation. Rictor smiled wider by his proof.

"You are truly something else; I should have taken you instead." He said with a slight sliver in his words.

"Answer me this," Don retorted. "Why the time difference? Here in these walls it feels like hours, the second we step out it's only been minutes. Why?"

"Experiments take time. Time moves too slow and I need more. So, I quicken time here so when it is exposed it only seems like it took seconds to produce. I do not have to wait." He explained. Donnie smiled.

"That's where the energy is going to." He mumbled. Leo looked over at him.

"Are you talking about the hologram from earlier?" He asked.

"Yea, He is using so much energy to manipulate the time it's messing with everything else around. Tell me are the Guardians your power source?" This caught Raph's attention.

"Yes, they have been so indulged in their entertainment they have been slacking off." He smirked.

"Why sick the Guardians on us?" Raph growled. Rictor turned his head.

"That one, I blame on you." Raph gasped as his response.

"You made a poor choice trying to find your brother through the spiritual connection. The second you opened your mind up, it was frenzy to them." He grinned showing off his sharp pointed teeth.

"They enjoyed messing with you. Your distress excited them. It also didn't help that you all have a connection with one another so they were able to access your brother's minds as well. That was all you Raphael." He told him. Raph was so angry beyond belief. Angered at himself for not realizing what was happening sooner.

"Well not that I'm enjoying the lesson of how Rictor's a little leech," Miles stepped up. "I'm ready to kick some tail." He grinned.

"Oh Miles you didn't get enough already?" Rictor taunted, gaining a growl from Miles.

"Your ass is mine." He growled.

"Oh was Michelangelo's not enough?" He growled back. Miles didn't respond but charged at Rictor with full force with the following of Leo and Donnie, fighting off the guards.

Raph brought Mikey down by the neighboring wall, laying his shell lightly against it. Mikey was still growling, trying to push Raph out of the way so he could access. Raph gripped Mikey by the sides of the face and made him look at him.

"Mikey stop!" Raph growled. Mikey's breathing was labored, like a wild animal in a cage.

"You need to stay here okay?" He didn't get a response just more growling that was croaked and forced. Raph couldn't even recognize his brother anymore after really looking at him. Rictor was going to pay. With flinched movement, he stood back up and joined the fight.

The fight felt dragged on, the turtles against the large beasts that had spears and daggers as weapons. Some were easier to bring down then others but they struggled greatly. Leo wasn't paying too much attention to where the weapons were flying to when he took down his enemy, but with one guard, his small dagger went sliding across the floor, hitting the side of Michelangelo's leg. Mikey looked down and saw the blade and grasped it. He looked forward to see Miles and Rictor fighting. Miles blunt force against Rictor's intoned swiftness. Nothing was happening in Mikey's mind then the small voice in the back of his mind telling him to fight and kill.

Rictor dodged another punch and another kick from Miles seeing the large dog was getting tired of dancing the same steps. Rictor countered a punch with a punch of his own in Miles snout, making him take a step back. Using his tail, he whipped him across the face hard making Miles stumble farther out.

"This is what you get for trying to turn on me." Rictor said walking towards Miles. Miles swiped his leg under Rictor's feet, making him fall hard on his back. Miles jumped on top of him and quickly took hold of his scaly throat. Rictor began to gag and Miles was enjoying the sound.

"This is what you get for making me be your own personal lap dog." He growled, pushing more pressure on his windpipe. Rictor brought his long powerful tail around and whack him hard on the back of the head, making Miles loosen his grip on his throat. Rictor brought his powerful jaw down on Miles paw, making him whine out loudly as the blood stained his fur. Pulling back his other fist, he rolled it into a fist and brought it down on Rictor's head over and over again. Rictor ignored the pain of his throbbing head and brought his claws up and swiped across Miles face, making him howl in pain. As Miles tumbled back, Rictor got on all fours, taking in some needed breaths, seeing Miles whimpering like a hurt puppy on the floor.

Slowly, Rictor stood up, looking around seeing the turtles fighting his guards off, struggling from what he can see. He could see Miles was pushing himself up. What Rictor didn't see was that Miles was holding a spear that was thrown by one of the guards.

"The difference between me and you Miles is that I use my mind to beat my enemies." Rictor tried to cope with. Miles stood up, anger written over his face. He held the spear tightly.

"You know…" His voice was ruff. "The difference between you and me is that I don't turn my back on the enemy." Rictor heard what the dog had said but by the time he turned to say something back, his stomach was pierced with the tip of the spear, digging into the innards, blood spitting from the wound. He felt the copper in the back of his throats, dripping lightly out of his mouth. Miles smirked as he pulled the spear in a rough movement. Rictor gurgled out some of the blood as he awkwardly fell against the wall. He slid down quickly and fell with a large thump. Miles threw the spear to the side and crouched down next to Rictor.

"You know, if you wanted me to kill you, you could have made it easier." He said. He has seen Rictor fight; he would never be so easy unless he wanted it to be. Rictor sat there grunting, the pain in his stomach was strong but he didn't care.

"I didn't want to be killed by you." He spoke harshly. Miles observed him for a moment and looked to the side.

"Don't worry; I'll let you finish your experiment." He said. Rictor looked to the side and saw Mikey standing there, swaying lightly holding the small dagger he picked up from the ground. Rictor leaned back and smile.

"Miles you snake." He whispered.

"The rabbit hides in the hole to run from the fox but does not see the snake that awaits its arrival." Miles whispered.

"When the rabbit runs, the fox catches it but does not see snake and by the time it sees its fangs, the world grows dark." Rictor finishes. Miles stood back up and took a step back. He looked behind to see the fight was still going on. The turtles unaware of what was happening. He looked back to see Mikey was on his knees looking at Rictor.

Mikey's mind was screaming at him, telling him to kill him, finish it. But, his heart was telling him to stop see what he has become and walk away. But his mind was filled with so much anger, so much anguish. Pain, pain that bruised the deep of his soul. He didn't know why he was finally given this chance, but he knew something had to be done.

Rictor watched him closely, observing the child. He was torn. Still, after everything he had put that child through, he still couldn't break that child like spirit.

"Come now Michelangelo. Prove me right, make my experiment complete." He taunted, feeling the darkness starting to consume him.

Mikey's breathing quickened, his mind screaming. The voices screeching in his ear. He crunched his shut. He wanted them stop, wanted them to leave him alone.

Do it. Do it now.

He whined lightly, why can't he have peace? Why does he have to suffer so much? He looked back at Rictor. His smirk, even in the face of death he still finds pleasure. No. No he has to. Mikey worked up his courage, with a strangled cry he raised the dagger over his head and quickly as he could, he brought down the dagger and sliced right through his skull, slight splatter across Mikey's face.

Mikey froze, everything did. He looked down to see Rictor looking at him with blank eyes. He let out a choked breath. The voices stopped. He felt like his brain was starting to clear. After so long he was able to sit there and think. Suddenly reality came cashing down. He turned his head to see the men who claimed to be his brothers looking at him with shocked expressions. He looked back at the corps understanding what he had done.

He had sin. He took a life. He quickly pulled his hands away from the dagger that was still plunged into Rictor's skull. He started to tremble, looking down at his now red tainted hands. He started hypervenalating hating everything he had done. What kind of monster had he become?

He physically flinched when he felt a paw touch his shoulder. He looked up to see Miles looking down at him with a smile. He didn't pay much attention to it and turned back to the corps in front of him.

Miles grip on his shoulder tightened as he reached into the pouch that held the dull dagger

"Sorry kid, it's just business." He whispered. Mikey didn't function what he was told but felt a searing pain in his neck. He stilled himself, shocked from the sudden pain in his neck. He looked up to see that same smirk, but this time with a dagger in his throat and blood flooding his senses.

A/N: 7,000 words. I spent most of my day writing this and I hope you guys are pleased next one wont be as long but definitely will have suspense. Please tell me what you guys think and review :D See you next time!