A/N: Well this is it. It was quite a journey for me but I very much enjoyed the ride on this chapter and I hope you guys did as well. I think the hardest part about reading something you enjoy or even writing it for that matter is that eventually the story comes to an end and you are left with a what happens next feeling. I've already had a request for a sequel to this story and I've started it. I'm no where close to finishing it, however so until I do I won't start posting it because my writing time is limited. I'm jumping back and forth between the two stories I'm writing right now but hopefully it won't be too long before I get far enough into one that I can start posting it without having to worry about too much time between updates. But it'll probably be a few weeks before I even consider that. Anyway enjoy the epilogue to Blind Sight and thanks as always for sticking with me.

Epilogue

One Month Later

"Donny said light training only, Raph," Leonardo scolded as Raphael's fists pummeled his worn punching bag.

"Dis is light trainin', Leo," Raphael said with a smirk.

Leonardo shook his head in defeat. Raphael would regret it when he tore those stitches and had to go back on bed rest.

Of all of the brothers, Raphael's wounds had been the slowest to heal, not surprising considering the severity of his wounds, but it hadn't been pleasant listening to him complain for a month either.

Leonardo swung his katana around in a graceful arc. Raphael paused, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he watched Leonardo practice. It was almost like watching a dancer, though his brother's movements were very controlled and graceful, they were also deadly.

Leonardo froze for a moment, holding his body rigid, then turned and threw one of his katanas through the air, it landed with a thud of metal burying into wood, the blade slicing through the middle of the bulls eye on the practice dummy Splinter had made for them.

"Ya know, Leo – if I didn't know better. I woulda thought ya coulda seen dat." Raphael said with a grin.

Leonardo shook his head. "Afraid not, Raph. Just a lot of practice time." He walked over to retrieve his katana.

"Hey guys," Michelangelo said popping his head in the door. "April called, invited us over for pizza. Ya up for it?"

"Sure, Mikey," Leonardo said with a light chuckle. He slid his katanas back into place on his shell and retrieved his eye stick.

"Mikey, did you tell them that April… oh guess you did." Donatello's voice was bubbling with excitement.

None of them had been to the surface in weeks, not while they were still trying to heal. Michelangelo had healed the fastest and had soon been up to his usual pranks and stunts.

Donatello's bruises had faded completely, with the exception of a few and even those were barely noticeable.

Leonardo's ribs had been unwrapped a few days ago. He was thrilled at being released from those bonds.

"Come on, guys!" Michelangelo complained. "Let's go I'm hungry!"

"Yer always hungry, shell for brains," Raphael complained, but he followed his brother as Michelangelo sprinted across the lair towards the elevator. They'd have to take the battle shell, Raphael wasn't up for jumping across the rooftops yet.

Michelangelo chose to ignore Raphael's comment and hurried into the elevator. "Pizza here I come!"

"Ya know," Raphael said quietly to Leonardo as Donatello sprinted ahead. "Mikey seems different des days."

Leonardo grinned. "Yeah, he sounds more like he used to. It's nice isn't it?"

Raphael looked at his brother. Leonardo was smiling, seeming more relaxed than he had been in a long time. Raphael smiled.

"It sure is, bro. It sure is."

Hun sat back in his leather chair, his fingers twined together as he awaited the news about the traitor. He'd had purple dragons scouring the streets for weeks trying to find him. As far as he was concerned no one crossed him. He was going to teach the kid what it meant to cross Hun and the purple dragons.

A soft knock sounded on his door.

"What?" Hun barked.

The door opened a crack, a young kid, no older than twenty two slipped into the room, trembling a little under Hun's hard stare. Hun eyed the kid in distaste. The kid's jeans were torn, his shirt filthy, his hands scraped and his normally well gelled hair was askew.

"We didn't find him, master Hun."

"Then keep searching," Hun growled. "No one crosses the purple dragons."

"Yes, sir… " The kid whimpered. Hun waved him away dismissively. "Sir… there's someone here to see you."

"Send them away," Hun growled.

"Hun," A soft female voice called. Hun felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. His eyes narrowed dangerously and his hands balled into fists as he rose from his chair.

"Karai, why are you here?"

Karai stepped inside Hun's meager office, flanked by several foot ninja, all of them gripping the hilt of a katana. Hun's eyes narrowed, he didn't like this. He didn't appreciate Karai coming to his hideout and bringing her minions with her.

The petite raven haired girl smirked as Hun stared at her in distaste. Her nose wrinkled as if she smelled something bad as she approached him.

"I hear you've been having a little trouble of late," Karai said with a smirk.

Hun growled. "You are not welcome here, Karai."

Karai made no move to leave, instead she made her way around the desk and sat on the edge. She seemed unconcerned by Hun's massive bulk towering over her.

"I've come to talk, Hun."

"I've got nothing to say to you." Hun snarled through his teeth.

Karai cocked an eyebrow at him. "You had the turtles within your grasp, Hun – and yet they managed to escape again. With the help of one of your own I believe."

"That's none of your concern, Karai!" Hun warned.

"Oh I believe it is, Hun. For you see I know you've been hunting him, I know he tried to escape the city – and I know that it was my foot ninja who caught up with him… " She smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "I questioned him about the whereabouts of the turtles, but he proved to be useless… he was disposed of."

Hun glared at her. "What is it you want here, Karai?"

"Your help of course," Karai said with a smirk.

"You are wasting your time!"

Karai moved so fast Hun didn't have time to react. He suddenly found himself pinned against the wall, her tanto at his neck, the steel kissing his soft skin.

"You might change your mind, Hun," Karai promised as she pressed her tanto even tighter against his soft skin.

Hun didn't even dare to swallow. One flinch and he knew it would be over.

"I'm sure that what I require with your services would benefit even you, Hun," Karai's eyes twinkled a bit as sweat beaded Hun's brow.

"And what would that be?" Hun snarled.

Karai's mouth twitched, a muscle jumped in her jaw, and the tanto cut into the soft skin on his throat.

"Revenge."