Sorry about how short this was, but I'm writing many at a time so...Imprisoned will be updated next.
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Leo let out a threatening growl, making his stand between the man and his brothers. "What is it you want, Shaun?" he growled.
Shaun clasped his hands behind his back, rocking on his feet. A slightly bored expression played across his face. "Well, I've been in the black market business for almost fifteen years now, you see…"
"You pretended to be homeless?" Don voiced, raising an eyebrow.
"Ah no, I was homeless." Shaun's eyes narrowed. "Grew up on the streets, raised off the dumpsters of fast-food and charities. Grew up alone."
"Then why all this?" Leo waved a hand at the boxes. "Why?"
Shaun rolled his eyes, an exaggerated sigh escaping. "If you'll be quiet long enough for me to tell you, then maybe I will." When the turtles quieted down, the man grinned and continued. "You see I was about twelve at the time. I had no friends, it was winter and I was cold, starving and alone. I was curled up in a box next to an old factory, trying to get warm. I was staring at the families walking down the sidewalk when I heard a yelp. I loved animals so I ran forward to help. After all," he smiled. "What could they do? Tell on me? Anyway, I saw a man beating a small puppy. I thought he was going to kill the poor thing, but he decided it wasn't worth his time so he left him." His voice turned hard. "A small puppy alone, beaten and bloody, on Christmas Eve. Well I took the puppy in, cared for it, loved it, took care of it for five years."
"So what happened?" Mikey being an animal lover himself, was fuming inside at the thought of anyone doing that to a dog.
"I was walking back to the filthy place I called home. Mason, that's what I named him, never left my side. He was a great dog – or so I thought. Anyway, I was walking back when two guys popped out of nowhere and started to beat me up. I screamed for Mason and what did that dog do? He ran away." He was almost screaming now. "That dog, who I loved and cared for all those years, ran away. I saved his life and he ran, with his tail between his legs."
"Was it possible that he wasn't able to protect you?" Mikey asked softly.
"NO!" Shaun screamed, his hands flying in the air. "He was a German Shepherd/Siberian Husky mix. He could have easily taken those two out. Heck, I've seen a Chihuahua acting fiercer than Mason did. But he didn't and I almost died that night and would have if it wasn't for a kind family who saw the whole thing and took me in."
"So you've hated animals all this time because of one dog?" Don murmured, unbelieving.
Shaun visibly regained control of himself, straightening his jacket and standing taller, squaring his shoulders. "Yes," he growled. "Animals have done nothing but given me grief my whole life; why should I repay them with kindness?"
"But this?" Leo motioned with his hand towards the boxes. "This isn't revenge; this is cold murder."
"Why not?" Shaun smirked. "I get my revenge and get a little money as well. Besides, in my book, revenge and murder are the same thing. Regardless, they'd end up dead anyway."
"Then why were you after Raph?" Leo raised an eyebrow at the mad-man. "Why'd you try to kill him?"
Shaun snickered as if the question had the most obvious answer in the world. "Do you have any idea what a shell, especially one of your size, will go for?"
Both Don and Leo grabbed Mikey by the arms as the orange clad turtle lunged forward with a shriek of rage. Shaun didn't even flinch, just stood still with a smirk on his face as the two older turtles battled with the youngster to keep him at bay.
"Mikey," Leo hissed warningly in the youngest turtle's ear. "Calm down. I don't need you to get shot or killed so just calm down. We'll have our revenge on him soon enough."
Mikey slowly calmed down, though his whole body was vibrating with negative energy, aimed at the smirking man that stood before them.
"Dare I ask why you wanted to kill Raph, when the price could have been so much higher with him alive?" Don asked, trying to draw attention away from Mikey.
Shaun simply shrugged his lanky shoulders. "Why? That's why I have you three." He looked over his shoulder at the men that stood behind them, weapons ready. "Take them down." He quickly darted out of the way as the weapons clicked on, and were aimed at the three turtles.
Leo instantly leapt before Mikey, using his katanas to deflect the tranquilizers aimed at him. Don's Bo and his swords could prevent them from getting hit while Mikey's chucks couldn't.
"I'll distract them Mike, and when they have to reload, jump for them." Leo whispered to Mikey. "I'll have your, um, shell."
"No problem, bro." Mikey whispered back as the stupid grin he always wore into battle appeared on his face. "Bring it on."
Leo took small, but deliberate strides towards the men, with each step forcing them farther back. Mikey was ready, both his chucks secure in one hand while he awaited Leo's signal.
"NOW!" Leo screamed suddenly over the noise of the battle.
"Cowabunga!" Mikey whooped as he used his free hand to launch off Leo's shell and into the crowd of men. The second his feet touched the ground, both chucks were off spinning at a dizzying pace. Mikey spun around on his toes, his weapons knocking down men like bowling balls as they connected with face, stomach or any part below. Many went down with a groan, clutching their wounded areas with a shaky hand and a pale face.
Don was in a constant pattern of sweeping his Bo in a circle to ward of any men and constantly had to suddenly tilt his staff horizontally to catch any darts flying at him. Already his weapon held multiple darts on all sides and Don was finding it hard to find a place to grasp. The needles of the darts were too deep in his staff for him to simply pull them out without using much strength and time.
"We've got to get out of here!" Don yelled at Leo as another round of darts was shot at him. He tilted his Bo again, holding it firm as the darts lodged themselves deep in the wood. "I don't know how much longer I can take this, let alone my Bo!"
Leo sliced the stomach of one man who had aimed his gun at Mikey. Mikey was doing a great job of keeping the men at bay, though he constantly had to dodge. Leo twisted his katana with a swift movement behind his back, warding off an approaching tranquilizer. Donny was right; they had to get out of there. His arms were already starting to weaken and Donny's staff was about covered with darts. The only one who seemed to be doing okay was Mikey, his constant energy flow coming in very useful.
Leo shot a look at his surroundings, using his ninja training to ward off any attacks while his eyes looked for a way out. There was nothing, no doors, no anything. The only way out was the way they came in. Shell.
"Mikey!" Leo screamed at his orange clad brother while doing a spinning kick, adding more men to the groaning piles on the floor. "Make a path!"
"Roger that, captain." Mikey said in an extremely fake sailor accent. Using his chucks, his began to make a path through the men, still dodging the stupid darts while Donny and Leo covered his back while following him.
"Go! Go!" Leo shrieked at his brothers as they opened the door and started to rush through. Leo followed being the last out the door. As soon as one foot was through, he felt a small, yet painful prick on the back of his right leg, just below his knee.
His mind suddenly went jumbled and his eyes went blurry. He felt his legs go weak and he was barely aware of his body falling slowly to the floor. He felt no pain. He heard his brothers scream his name and using all the energy he had left in his failing body, he mumbled. "Go! Leave me guys." His eyes started to close. "Take care of Raph." The dart took full effect, and he saw nothing but black.
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