The Shredder was never one to let emotion show in his life. Not when he had been banished by the Utrom. Not when his own daughter Karai was killed. But the fear of what that blaster could do was gnawing at him. The turtles had to be destroyed. Quickly.

He strode towards the broken family, malice in every groove of his aged face. He would end them all.

As he came to a stop in front of the kneeling Donatello, the villain sneered. The young ninja's eyes were vacant. How fitting his death would be on his knees.

His claws sliced through the air.

"You MONSTER!"

A barrage of fire blasted the Shredder. Still standing by the younger Leo, April had taken up her gun and was giving the Shredder all she had. Tears streaming down her face.

The Shredder turned his body to the useless attack.

"Lowly human!" he roared.

April continued to fire even as the Shredder bore down on her. She had been running from this man her whole life. She'd be damned if she was going to run again.

Swinging a great, clawed, hand back, the Shredder sideswiped April, hurling her and Leo towards the rest of their family.

With a crash the young Leo fell into Splinter, while April rolled like a rag doll before slamming into debris.

Seeing his old friend so violently thrown brought Donnie out of his stupor.

"April!"

The human didn't respond. Scrambling to her side, Don gently lifted her into his arms.

Slowly the woman opened her eyes. A peaceful smile crossed her face.

"Casey."

Don watched in horror as the slight rise and fall of her chest stilled, her head lolling to the side.

Another death that was his fault.

"Donatello, your brother!"

Whipping around, Don looked back at his master trying to hold Leo despite his injuries. Gently laying April down, Don quickly came to his master's side, retreating from his own mind.

The young blue turtle was still breathing, but the crack in his plastron had deepened. Don knew that without proper treatment soon, Leo would die.

What little April had managed to do for the young turtle had come undone with the blow from the Shredder.

Turning to the older Leo, Donnie held out his hand.

"Give me your coat."

Silently the old warrior slipped off the balck trench handing it out to the young medic.

"Lift him," Donatello ordered. Again the warrior obeyed, gently raising the young Leo off his carapace.

Deftly Donnie wrapped the coat around the fallen blue ninja, tying off the garment tightly. Until he could properly treat the broken plastron, the coat would have to serve in holding it together. Turning to Splinter, Don began to quickly work on the rat's shoulder. Blood was still flowing freely and the master had already lost a lot of blood.

Slipping off his own mask, Donnie reached down and gently removed Leo's. Tying the purple band as a tourniquet, he wrapped the blue one directly on the wound. Splinter hissed in pain but did not flinch.

Turning his black eyes to his now mask-less son he gave a quick nod. The bandage would serve. For now.