A/N: Ok folks, sorry for the massive delay but I have a really - really - really good reason. I became a MOM! My little man is 4 months old on Monday . So hear goes…
When the glass shattered so did the silence of the room. He went thru the window before all the glass had struck the floor. Directly across from the "mirror" were two men in white jackets. The heels of his feet struck their chests and their hands struck the floor.
While he had hated his time in the 'hospital' it had given him one thing he was grateful for. Time to recover. While still not 100%, he had been fed and his wounds tended. More importantly he had the time to move around freely which helped his tired joints loosen.
The atmosphere on the other side of the glass was much different than his cheery room. Computers and machines, that he was sure Donnie had never known, beeped away aimlessly.
Though, he hardly had time to notice such small details for the reaction of the people in the room.
These were scientists, doctors…not warriors.
It was made clear by the way they scrambled for cover.
He didn't care, he wasn't here to hurt them. He had to find his family. The 'nurse' told him in one of rare moments of speech that his brothers were given their freedom.
Forgive him for not simply taking her word.
He was out of the room and down the hall, when a shrill alarm sounded.
What do you know, a scientist could hit a button. Go him.
A few more yards and he ran into the control force. M-I-B-'s are back. He snorted thinking of Mikey's nickname.
Mikey.
Suddenly there was nothing funny about the situation.
There was a time when Leo was noble and restrained…that was before he had watched or worse 'heard' his brothers tortured and tormented with him powerless to stop them.
This was -NOT- that time.
His fist met jaws with shattering force, removing a tazer from a clumsy attack.
With a touch of a button and the tazers help, they fell. It didn't have the satisfaction of hearing their bones crush on contact - but it was for the time effective.
He took a blind turn hoping it would lead him to his brothers.
Left, then a right.
All he found were more goons.
But not what he wanted…not WHO he wanted.
He skidded to a stop at an unmarked door. Every door in this place had a label, for closets to bathrooms. Something about an unmarked door gave him promise.
He curled his fingers around the door and tested it.
Locked.
Interesting. He heard the approach of more goons and sent his shoulder into the door. Finding sickening pleasure in hearing the door frame groan and crack as it was forced open.
He closed it quickly behind him just as the goons rushed past. He was satisfied that, for the time, not followed. He turned and flinched back staring down into the black darkness of a 9mm.
Peachy.
When his eyes refocused to a distance beyond the barrel of a gun, he saw it's holder.
Bishop.
His eyes darkened, his pulse raced but he gave nothing away on his face. Both stood waiting for the other to move first.
Seconds seemed to stretch out into hours.
Leo gave a flick of his wrist and sent the tazer to his right. Bishop spun and Leo took his chance. He grabbed the barrel of the gun tilting it upward. The trigger was pulled but it only wounded the ceiling. His hand vibrated from the shock of the shot, but there was no pain which would equal the loss of his brothers. And likewise, no reason for him to let go of that gun.
He swung his leg sweeping Bishops legs from under him. The agent fell and the turtle went with him. Both struggling for a hold on the gun. Bishops skull slammed into Leo's brow ridge. He hadn't expected it and slumped away.
With his feet under him Bishop pushed back sending the two into a grabbling match on the floor. Fist and feet were flying at close range, as neither would release the gun.
As Leo struggled for his life it all came back to him.
Mikey's whimpering at the slightest movements…
The silence of Donnie as he finished the water…
Raph's quiet fearful panic…
They could be dead, all of his family. Gone. He could die right here and never give Splinter so much of a farewell. Never telling his father of how brave 'his boys' were, til the very end.
And that was not an option.
*BANG*
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Silence rang out as both lay still, neither sure who had taken the hit. Then there was movement. Bishop slowly pushed himself off of Leo. Once on his feet he laughed looking at the stunned turtle on the ground.
But the Turtle's eyes did not meet his own. Instead he was focused on his midsection. Bishops eyes moved down following the others gaze. A steady wet spot was spreading over the composed black of his suit. He quickly covered it with his hand and looked at the turtle.
"I'll get you back." He spoke, crisp - deadly as ever watching the turtle.
"We have to get them out of here" Raphael's voice echoed in his mind.
"Never."
And Leo pulled the trigger until he was drawing on an empty clip and the only sound was the ringing in his ears from the gunshots. Leo slowly stood his eyes on the body… and he was just a body.
He didn't feel the pain or hate he would have expected from taking a life. Instead a cold since of validation…of satisfaction. Murder is wrong.. and he knew it, but there was no way.
No way.
He would allow his brothers to ever have to face this bastard again.
There was no shame in his death…it, more than any before it…had been deserved.
And Leo, on some level, was glad to be the one to deliver justice.
He let the gun clank to the floor before moving out of the room.
Done! And while he was taking a nap! Go me!
3 you all sorry for the taking so long!