Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah, I don't own these green mutants

Warning: Gore!

A/N: Thanks for all the suport guys; I really appreciate it! This one is a bit dark, I'm trying give different genres a shot, so bear with me. Just an FYI:readers beware I have some ideas for some more adult content ect. but I will put a warning at the tops of those chapters so that if its not your cup of tea, you can skip those. BubblyShell22 asked if this was the 2k3 or 2k12 series, and while I tend to think more in the 2k3 (or the CGI movie) it could really be whichever you prefer ^.^ Also, if you have any suggestions for future drabbles please let me know, and as always, reviews and criticism is much appreciated! Stay awesome! -OMH

Another Note: I had posted this chapter before, but wasn't completely satisfied. Sooooooo.. I took it down and completely rewrote it! Here's the new and improved version. (I believe it was previously chapter 3).

Raph's POV

If there's one thing in this world that pisses me off more than my insufferably perfect brother, it's Purple Dragons.

I'd been watching these posers for about an hour; watching them pace up and down the dark alleyway like they owned the place. Joke's on you; these are my rooftops, my streets, my city. Touch just one innocent. Try me.

A pulsating beat sliced through the dead silence as a scantily clad and obviously drunk blonde stumbled out the door of a local nightclub, giggling. "Oh- Em-Gee! Baby! Oh you know I will so call you!" She blew kisses back inside before stumbling along the sidewalk. I rolled my eyes and rubbed my temples, not another one. Will these whores ever learn?

The dragons had noticed her too, grins widening as their prey came clumsily closer, painfully oblivious to any danger.

Blood pulsed in my ears. My muscles shook. Turn around. Turn around damnit!

A hand shot out of the darkness, covering her mouth and a tattooed arm grasped her tangled hair and pulled her into the alley. Shock registered belatedly on her face. The arm slammed her into the wall. Her head cracked sickeningly against the brick. She moaned. He pushed his body against hers. His hands tearing at her clothes. The others stood behind him, jeering.

I'd seen enough. It made me sick. I dropped into the alley.

"I'll teach ya not to touch what ain't yours." I sneared, advancing.

Three dragons turned to face me. The leader, holding the blond, merely turned his head. "Take care of this… Freak."

My fist connected with the jaw of the first punk. I felt it break under my knuckles, a savage grin crossing my face. He jerked back, hand flying to his face from reflex. I followed with a snap kick to his chest, his ribs shattering as his sweaty broken body slammed into stone.

Too easy.

I whirled toward the leader; I had to get him away from that girl. These other two could wait. I flipped over the two goon's heads, landing in a crouch slightly left of their rapist-leader. I swept my leg right, knocking the goon to the ground. His head slammed into the concrete where he remained, unmoving. The girl, shaken but mostly unharmed, ran screaming from the alley.

Good riddance.

I felt the other two rush me from behind. I drew my sais and spun to block their attack. Not fast enough. I cursed as I felt the cold steel of a knife slide under my skin, blood streaming from the jagged cut."Stupid." I muttered, ripping the knife from my flesh. I flung it across the alleyway. I launched myself toward the nearer of the two; the miscreant froze. He stood motionless, mouth agape as I slammed him to the ground, my weight crushing his skull. I jerked my head up to find the last dragon; a feral growl climbing from my throat. He was gone.

Pussy.

I rose. As I strode past the leader his hand shot out and grasped my ankle.

"…help…. me…please…." he wheezed.

Rage consumed me. I hated these shit-faced lowlifes. I hated them for their crimes, hated them for those they hurt, hated them for existing. They showed no mercy. How dare he ask for it from me.

I roared. Reaching down, I grasped the leader by his neck and slammed him into the wall repeatedly.

"YOU WANT HELP? HUH? YOU WANT ME TO HELP YOU? DID YOU HELP THAT GIRL? DID YOU GIVE HER ANY HELP? DID YOU? YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

He opened his mouth to respond. He never got the chance.

I slammed my sais though his chest. Over and over. He screamed. It stained the concrete, the walls, the entire world was cloaked in crimson. He shuddered and stilled. His blood mixing with my blood and sweat coated me in the metallic odor of death. It assaulted my lungs; I gasped for breath. Dropping his limp form, I reeled back. Bile inched up from my stomach; I dropped to all fours and vomited on the concrete.

I slowly pushed myself up, my muscles racked with tremors, a cold sweat coated my skin. One thought consumed me. Run. Run and never look back. I shakily made my way back onto the rooftops. I stopped again, and risked another look back. I wish I hadn't.