Alright, I just updated one of my stories about…eighteen hours ago, so now I'm working on this one! I'm super glad that you guys enjoyed the last chapter, and I'm so excited to write this one now!

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Leo's POV:

Pacing back and forth across the lair, my face shows a look of worry and stress. "God, where is he? I knew I shouldn't have let him go on his own!"

Donnie sighs, and he twirls his thumbs on the couch, anxiously waiting, just like the rest of us. "Where did you say he went again?"

I turn to him, and gesture outwards, "He said he was going to the comic book shop downtown-"Raph interrupts me by snorting, and he stands up and crosses his arms.

"Well, if he said he was going to the comic book shop, then the lil' dude is at the comic book' shop. Come on Leo, have some faith. Mikey isn't the one to do something…bad, and he never will be."

He walks over to me, and pats my shoulder, "Come on Leo. So what if he's a few minutes late for his party'. Heck, he didn't even know that he was having one, so he's bound to take' his time."

I frown, and look at the clock. "Yeah, but I told him to be back by eight o'clock! It's nine-fifteen!" My eyebrows scrunch together, and I move to get my jacket. "That's it. I'm going to get him-"

Raph stops me and walks in front of me. "Leo. Listen, it's his birthday tonight, and if he wants to take a little extra time reading some comic books-then let the boy do it. Mikey will be fine-we're all sure of it. I think your worrying too much man."

Sighing, I nod. "Alright, I guess you're right. Maybe I…am worrying too much." Taking a seat on the couch next to Donnie, he turns on the TV, and slightly nudges me.

"Leo, relax. Mikey is just as good, and well train in the martial arts as we are," He gives me a reassuring smile, and flips the channel. "Trust me. He'll be fine."

Mikey's POV:

Tonight was…awesome.

Damn! I never knew I could have so much fun! At first I wasn't so sure, but towards the end of the night, I had a blast!

I was wobbling home, trying to stay upright, but my vision was blurred. My brown leather jacket was leaning off my shoulder, and my hat fell off a couple of blocks back.

(A/N: This switches from his memories, to real life and vice versa, just so you know. I don't want any confusion)

I walked into the building, and I was instantly hit with a very strong scent. It's so over whelming, that I have to blink a few times to keep myself from falling backwards.

Walking inside, I look around to see my surroundings, and I see a crowed club and bar. Music was blasting all throughout the place, lights were blinding, and it reeked of sweaty bodies. I saw people rubbing up against each other. People were crowding around the dance floor, and some were playing pool in the other room.

Out back, I saw a plentiful selection of multi-colored cars, and I got super excited. Once I found what I was looking for, I started for the back door. But before I could make it, a pair of girls blocked my way to the exit, one blonde, and one a brunette.

The blonde was tall and slim, and her hair was full of volume, all big and poofy. Her bright blue eyes shined, and were outlined in a dark black outliner that really made her eyes pop. She was carrying a sliver tray of tall drinks and under her right arm was a brown notepad, with a blue pen shoved in-between the tiny slip of papers.

The brunette was slightly shorter than the blonde, and her hair was actually straightened and flat, the edges trimmed to perfection. She had brown eyes, and light brown eye shadow on to complement her brown/pinkish blush.

They both wore big smiles, and they both wore these short miniskirts, one pink, one black. The blonde was wearing a black laced bra, the brunette a hot pink laced bra, they both showed a considerable amount of their toned stomach, and not to mention cleavage. Both their breaths smelled of alcohol-so I knew they were drunk.

The blonde pushed some of her hair behind her shoulder, and she leaned forwards showing the top half of her…you know what.

I move towards the direction to the sewer where the lair was. Being so close, my vision started to darken, and my brain starts to shut down. I am just so…tired. I honestly don't think I can make it…Is this supposed to happen?

"Hey cutie, welcome to Scotty's Beer and Shack! My name is Christie, and her name is Jamie." She gestures to the brunette, and smiles. "Can we get you anything to drink or eat?"

I keep my head down, still trying to keep my face from being seen. It's either that or a bunch of people will be running around screaming their heads off, because they saw a giant mutant turtle walking around here.

"Uh," I squeak, and then cough to try to make my voice sound deeper, "no thanks I-I already ate."

I try to make my way back towards the door, but that's when the girls decide that they aren't quite ready to give up yet.

Christie smiles and sets the tray and notepad down. "Look cutie, first," she takes off my hat and sets it on the counter, exposing my face to her and everyone else. But surprisingly, she doesn't run screaming, or is mutely disgusted.

She only reaches for my coat, and unbuttons the front, exposing my front of my shell. "You need to relax." She forcefully uses her left hand to guide me into the nearby bar stool, and she sits closely on the counter, then puts her lips next to my ear.

"And then, you need to have a drink. Trust me; we've had several…one isn't going to kill you." I frown, and look to the Jamie, and she nods frantically.

Maybe this isn't such a good idea…someone could have spiked the drinks. Or something could happen, or someone who isn't intoxicated could discover me.

But on the other hand…this is the whole reason I came out here tonight. Besides proving that I am grown-up enough to ride the awesome cars outback, and responsible enough to try some of these-harmless-drinks, I do love a good par-tay!

My mouth widens to a toothy smile, and I nod, "Dude! You're right! A few drinks won't hurt…what type of stuff do you have in mind?" The girls look at each other and smile deviously, before sliding behind the counter, pulling up bottles on top of bottles of unknown drinks.

"Now," Christie puts her petite hand flat on my shell, and pats gently. "Let's see how much a big boy like you can drink, hmm?"

"Aye, look! It's one of the Turtles!" The man in all black leather snickered, and pointed to an intoxicated Mikey. One of his goons behind him, his eyes squinting and nods, with a wicked grin plastered on his face. "Yeah- that's da' stupid one ain't it?"

I groan and open one eye, looking at the group of Purple Dragons advancing towards me. I try to stand up; my legs just don't have enough strength in them to do so.

They only laugh, and get even closer. "Its funny-he can't even stand! Is he-Is he drunk? Ha! A turtle, drunk-that's not something you see every day!" They all howl with laughter, and slap their knees.

I was about to get up, but one of them swiftly uses the back of their boots to kick me back down and another punches me to the floor-with enough force to bust my bottom lip. One with red hair laughs, and makes his way over to me and kicks my stomach making me roll over in pain.

"Oh no little turtle," another one says as I try to crawl the other way. "We're not done with you yet." He takes both sides of my shell, and throws me back into the circle of men, and they all just start kicking, and hitting me everywhere.

I curl up into a ball, and try to block out all the pain that I was feeling right now. I shut my eyes and just wait for them to stop and leave.

Finally, the punches and kicks gradually start to stop, and they all back away. I figure they got tired of me not fighting back, and are about to leave. I peek one eye open, and I see that they are all still around me-but not looking at me. They're all looking in the direction behind me.

Confused, I painfully look up, and see another one of the gang members leaning against the wall-only this one had many-many scars, and had a sinister look upon his face. He was twirling a sharp looking pocket knife in his hands and was silent. When he looked up, we made eye contact, and an ugly smile grew on his face.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you to not wander the streets of New York alone? You know it's very dangerous…especially for little kids such as yourself." He stands up, and slowly walks towards me, with every step he took, my heart beats faster. By now, the rest of the PD backed away, apparently scared of what's going to happen next.

"There might be people lurking around…dark people. Just waiting for rays of sunshine-like you-to come along all unsuspecting. You know what those people do to rays of sunshine?" He asks me, his eyebrows raised a questionable look on his face.

When I didn't answer, his questionable look disappeared and was replaced with a look of evil, anger, cold bitter hatred all rolled up in one. With a quick flick of his wrist, he threw the knife in his hand right at the side of my left arm, and I screamed a piercing scream of agonizing pain. I clutched my arm with my right hand, using all my might to not cry on the spot.

He smiles and nods. "That's right…we take every last bit of sunshine in this god forsaken city, and we extinguish it. Extinguish it until there is nothing left but the pitch black darkness. We enjoy the screams of the rays and we feed upon it. We live for this type of stuff. We are the predators, and you are the weak prey."

I bite my busted bottom lip, squeeze my eyes tightly, and shakily put my right hand on the bloody knife, yank out and throw it on the ground, internally screaming of pain.

"W-What is wrong with you? What a-are you trying to accomplish?" I manage to choke out, before grimacing because of the wound that wouldn't stop pulsing.

He stares at me, and one of his goons speaks up for him. "What do you think smartass? We were hired by shredder to take all you turtles out so he could take over New York with the foot-"

Scarface shoots him a deadly glare, and hisses. "What are you-retarded? What are you doing telling the information out to the enemy? You know what-get him out of here, you know what to do."

His face goes pale, and he is started to be dragged away by a few of the gang members. "W-Wait! I didn't mean too-I'm sorry, please don't! I won't do it again! No! Wait!"

'What would Leo do?' I quickly ask myself. 'What would the guys do if they were in this situation?'

Breathing heavily, I slowly open my eyes, only to see the bastards face inches away from my own-his breath reeking of cigarettes and alcohol. His eyes where back to penetrating my own, and was filled with searing hate and disgust.

"I think I'll just end you right now-you filthy little frog. First you, then your silly little brothers." My eyes widen at the mentioning of my brothers, then narrow at them being threatened.

He notices my change in facial expression and he smirks evilly. "Yeah-that's right. Don't think we don't see you all jumping around here. One by one we'll kill you all. You don't deserve to live-"I interrupt him by quickly using my right hand to clamp around his neck tightly.

'They'd fight.'

My face started to burn, and I started to see red-all red. I'm sure my eyes showed a deadly glint in them, and I growled dangerously. I stared straight into his eyes, and I hissed out, "Don't you ever threaten to kill my brothers." And I throw his now alarmed body on to the ground, and I hear multiple satisfying 'cracks', and he howls out in pain.

I use a nearby ledge, and help myself up, despite the unbearable pain I still felt from the earlier beatings and the cut to my left arm. I clench my fists in anger, and I turn around growling, at the rest of the gang. They looked pretty horrified at the way I just threw down their boss like that, and they all looked around at each other, wondering what to do next.

Finally, one idiot decided to just charge at me, hopefully hoping that my injuries would be a setback for me-but that was stupid on his part. I easily used my hand to smack him to the wall, and I heard a few bones crack upon impact.

The others stood shocked, and I decided I wasn't going to wait any longer for them to decide what to do. When someone threatens my brothers, this is what they are going to get-expect nothing less.

I let out a loud battle cry, reached for my nunchucks and throwing stars and my vision went completely red. I focused on the hate, the anger, the sadness-everything that I had balled up inside of me, and let it all come pouring out. Everything. From my family being threatened; to my feelings about being not grown up enough, and not being taken seriously by my brothers-I took it all out on these sorry excuses for men.

I hear screams of pain and the cracking of bones through my anger rampage. I heard metal against skin, and the dropping of bodies. To be honest, I don't even remember hitting most of them; my body is acting on its own now. When someone came at me, I used them to knock another one down. I was ruthless; I didn't care what happened to them now. They threatened my family-they have to pay the price. I couldn't always forgive-the time to act is now. I have officially grown up, no more baby games.

As soon as it started, it ended. Eventually, my anger started to subside and I took in deep breaths. The scene before me slowly starts to sink in, and the pain from my arm defiantly demanded to be noticed. And add on the beating from the gang, plus the pounding head ache and wooziness from all that drinking-I wasn't in good shape.

I stumbled, but caught myself on the nearby wall. Blinking multiple times, I try to steady myself because I still gotta make it back to the lair before anyone decides to come looking for me.

Pushing myself outwards, I attempt to take the first agonizing step home, only to yelp in even more excruciating pain and fall straight to the ground. I bite my lip to keep myself from shouting anymore, shut my teary eyes and look up to the dark night sky, willing the pain to fade enough so I could move.

After a few minutes, I open one eye, and look for the source of misery. I squeak in shock and my heart drops. One of those gang members got in a lucky shot, and my left leg was cut badly. My light green skin was replaced by a dark crimson red color, and the wound was inflamed-beyond doubt was going to be noticed by any passing eye.

Thinking quickly and with shaking hands, I rip off a part of my orange head band, and slowly lower it down to my wounded leg. I quickly hold the piece of cloth against my leg; then bite on one of my nunchucks to muffle my cries of pain. Even though my body was begging to give up and pass out-I willed myself to keep going.

I tie the cloth tight, and slowly use the wall to bring myself back up again.

'Let's take this slowly Mikey.' I tell myself. 'One step at a time.'

Once I'm up again, I look around to see where I'm actually headed. But that's when I noticed everyone.

There where PD lying everywhere; some on the ground, some hanging off the edge of the trashcan, a few hanging from the staircases-they were everywhere. It had seemed like a tornado has run through the alleyway, and completely destroyed everyone.

And it reeked like blood.

I could smell blood and sweat mixed together and it was completely repulsive. I also could hear a few moans and groans here and there, but in all-the whole place was silent. All that was heard were the bugs buzzing, lamp posts flickering and the occasional passing of cars.

Although these bastards threatened my family-I hoped they weren't dead. If they were, I wouldn't know what I'd do with myself-I mean, having the guilt that I killed so many men…

'You did what you had to do Mikey-' That same voice consults, 'that's all there is too it.'

I frown, and think about it for a few minutes. 'But it isn't right, I-I should have gotten my brothers-'

'No! The whole reason we are out here is because we wanted to grow up! Now part of growing up is not depending on Leo, Donnie, and Raph all the time! Now, do you want to be an immature bonehead forever, huh?' The voice snaps harshly.

I shake my head, as this is all beginning to make more sense. 'Good. That's what we are looking for. Now let's get out of here-the cops will be here any second.'

I nod and-ignoring the stinging pain-l limp over to the exit, passing by the leader of the gang. My face hardens; I stop in my tracks then make my way over to him. I bend down, and roughly put my hand under his neck.

After a few heart stopping moments of nothing, I get a small pulse, and I push him away, and then stand back up. At least that will put me at ease for now.

Then, I continue to make my way home, each agonizing step at a time, knowing that when I get home-I'll have a load of questions that will need to be answered.

Okay. You know I was going to keep going, but I decided to end it here.

I promise I'll make it longer next time, but I just ran out of time to finish this chapter, and I kinda wanna save the juicy-ness for the next chapter.

(Oh, and tell me if I have any errors or something-I'm too lazy to go back lol.)

ALSO, I have MANY stories that I need to update, so remember, that I am NOT abandoning my stories, I'm just busy writing chapters, or updating another.

I have two accounts on Wattpad and two on Fanfiction, each with 7 stories on them...and in all of my stories, I try to write long, detailed chapters.

I'll leave you to do the math.

As you can see I'm a very busy teenage girl...and I haven't even gotten a boyfriend yet lol.

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