Disclaimer: Not mine, someone else's.
Title: TMNT: Mafioso.
Rating: T
Pairings: April/Casey…. Cuz they're already together, and now; Mikey/Angel.
Genre: Crime/Family…. It can be considered a little bit humor too
Summary: Splinters dead, Michaelangelo is the new leader of the Dragon-Foot clan, Leonardo is a bartender, Raphael is a loan-shark and Donatello's gone rogue turtle. Anything else? Oh, well Casey and April own a nightclub if it means anything….
Day twelve.
"Yo El." Carter said to his turtle friend who leaned casually against a wall, swigging a bottle of jack.
"Yo Carter; what da fuck do you want?" El asked with a laugh as slight drunkness took over.
"Okay; you hear that Ricky the rat wants revenge?" Carter asked, snatching El's bottle away from him and taking a swig "He couldn't afford to get his teeth replaced, and he's hella pissed because them golden teeth you snagged from him was his rainy-day fund."
El chuckled "Well, da day I knocked dem out of his maw, it was kinda cloudy."
"I think you should be taking it a bit more seriously El." Carter warned "The dude has a freaking gun! As much as I hate to say it, you might want to ask the psychopath for help." By 'The psychopath' he meant Mikey. Carter really had no good experiences with Mikey. In fact, when they first 'met' Mikey had Carter and El dangling over a vat of horse shit, and said that if they didn't sing Rebecca Blacks 'Friday' he would drop them in and then lock them in a cage full of dung beetles when they get out. The way that experience went was disclosed to everyone and El and Carter swore to never speak of it again.
El shook his head "I'm a ninja, guns don't scare me." He took the bottle back and tried to swig, but he found it was empty. Grimacing, El took out his wallet and handed Carter a twenty dollar bill "Go get me more jack." He ordered. Carter rolled his eyes before leaving.
He waited for a few minutes – it shouldn't take longer than twenty minutes, the liquor store was only three blocks away. El kept shaking his head because the buzz was quickly turning into drunkness. He was so buzzed, he didn't notice he was being approached by someone who wasn't Carter, but he didn't notice. "That was fast" He said to 'Carter'.
"It will be." A new voice said with a click following it. El's eyes widened and he turned to see Ricky the rat standing there, pointing a gun at him.
"The ra-" BANG!
"Raph, Raph come on. Just lift yourself, just a little bit… Good. Don't go to sleep Raphael, you'll go into shock."
SLAP!
"Stay awake, bro. Open your eyes… Raph?"
Sigh
"Don't worry, I'll get you out of here… Just stay with me… Can you do that bro?"
"S'wha…. Goin' on?" El mumbled almost incoherently as he slowly and agonizingly came to. He didn't want to, but he unfortunately he had to. Before he could open his eyes, he felt what felt like a tube enter his mouth and something liquid was forced down his throat. When the tube was removed, he coughed, tasting bitter fluid and blood. El opened his amber eyes to see Doc.
El then noticed he was lying on a metal table, with a pillow under his head but that was it. His clothes were missing and so was the scarf he had wrapped around his head. But most prominently, he had bandages wrapped around his midsection.
"What happened?" He asked Doc, his felt raw, and both he and Doc flinched the at raw pain in his throat.
"You were shot." Doc answered simply "Three days ago. You were out cold because of the bucket of painkillers I filled your system with. I had to use a more than I should have so I wouldn't keel over in pain while removing the bullet, there's no damage from all of the anesthesia, but you were out cold for a while, oh and that gin I just poured down your throat is also being used as a pain killer."
El nodded, his head feeling light, he was tired "How did you find me?" He asked.
"I didn't." Doc replied, fidgeting "Leo did…. He found you, and brought you home."
El stared bug-eyed "Really?" He asked in disbelief; Doc nodded.
"We were both feeling your pain…. But while I was on the ground because of it, Leo somehow managed to ignore than pain and carry you two miles to the lair, then inject you with pain killers so I could treat you."
El looked to the ground "Leo saved me…." He summarized "Where are my clothes?" He asked suddenly.
Doc reached under the table and pulled out the folded garments "Here – but don't think of going out, you are staying in this lair and be easy on your midsection, you are seriously lucky that bullet didn't hit anything important! You can thank Leo later."
El sighed in defeat; he was so light-headed and tired right now he probably couldn't sneak out if he tried "A'ight…." He muttered and put his head back down, he dozed off again.
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