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 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….

A/N: This is the last chapter of Mafioso, it will have a sequel when I get this thing fixed!

Day Ninety-nine

Ancient One contemplated again. Over and over again he had thought about what he had said to the turtles when he cursed them... He knew what he did was right, but he'd still lied to them.

If one of them died, the others would not follow into the afterlife.

They would experiance the pain of death yes, and that itself would be traumatizing for it was unnatural for living mortals to be tainted by death... But this was not like a game of dominoes.

He'd lied. He hoped it would push them to protect each other more. Yet no matter how much he rationalized it, a wrong cannot make a right.

Day One-hundred: The Death of Michaelangelo Splinterson

"Hey, Doc. wake up yo." Doc heard a somewhat distant voice calling, and felt an annoying tapping on his snout; he groggily opened his eyes and saw Angel above him. He was about to ask what was going on, before he remembered the fiasco with the morphine and Mikey saving him.

"How long was I out?" He croaked.

"Only two days." Angel shrugged "Luckily Stockman-Stein pumped you full of some good meds, you're all better now. You can go home now if you want."

Doc sat up and flexed his stiff muscles "Really?" He inquired, the purple-haired girl nodded. He then looked around and frowned "Where's Mikey?"

A worried look cast on Angel's features "That's just it, he locks himself up in rooms now! I can never see him! Hell, I can only talk to him past walls. I think something's wrong with him. You've noticed it to, right?" She asked desperately.

"He's been….. crazy." Doc verified "More so than usual. Angel, is there anything you've noticed to be especially insane, even for him?"

Angel numbly nodded, looking sad and concerned "I time I heard him arguing, yelling at someone to leave him alone, but there was no one else there! But he talked as if her were having an entire conversation! He was screaming that he wasn't crazy and he would never…." She trailed off.

"Never what?" Doc pressed.

"Never…. Kill any of you."

Doc froze, momentarily his entire thought process cut itself off. "Angel…. What has been going on that we don't know about? !"

No longer able to keep it a secret, Angel finally admitted everything.

…Everything.

Meanwhile at the docks…

Then sun was setting, and at the edge of an unoccupied dock you could find our favorite psychopathic turtle sitting staring into the clammy water, contemplating.

'What do I do?' He wondered 'I can't stick around, I can hurt my brothers!' His throat closed up with dread; contrary to popular belief (cough El cough) Michaelangelo did not hate his brothers, even Leo. Leo scared him, and he couldn't help that. The real reason he drove his brothers away was so that they wouldn't see what a beast he had become. There was truly something wicked inside of him, and the last thing he wanted was to unleash it on the people he loved. The extreme pranks served two purposes; one was to ensure his insanity would not be bottled up, and the other was again to drive his brothers away.

They knew he was crazy, insane even.

But they didn't know the half of it. The only people who knew that were left alive were Angel and Stockman-Stein, and both of them were sworn into secrecy!

"Well, well; lookie here." He heard behind him and his reptilian blood stirred beneath his skin.

Mike turned and his eyes narrowed and his expression curled into a frown behind the material of his full-face mask.

"Ricky the Rat." He growled before he felt pain in his arm.

"Stockman-Stein!" Angel called as she and Doc entered the brains workshop.

"What is it?" The robot asked.

"Where is Michaelangelo?" Doc demanded; there was an intensity in his voice.

"He was here half an hour ago, but he left for some fresh air."

"Do you know where?" Doc inquired.

"I think the docks."

Numbness spread through Mikey's body and with a gurgle he fell flat on his side, twitching madly in an attempt to move but he was just unable to, all he could do was blink.

Ricky laughed and approached the paralyzed turtle, he knelled over and none-too-gently removed the dart from his upper arm, meeting Mikey's angry glare. "It's a neurotoxin." Rocky told him and dropped the needle on the wooden planks of the docks.

Mikey growled in his throat when Ricky stood up and used his foot to roll him onto his shell then moved his foot to press onto his chest instead. "I've very mad at you, Splinterson." Ricky said in a sugary voice before he kicked Mikey hard in the side of the ribs. Mikey grunted and rolled his eyes, was that supposed to hurt? Someone should really teach him how to properly kick. "Makin' it impossible to make money… You should have expected this, I wasn't gonna take that lying on my back."

Ricky walked away "Sit tight, not that you have a choice." He wa walking to a warehouse.

El picked up his shellcell "Hello."

"El, we have a problem."

"Doc? Dude, where are ya! Renet's been freakin' out!"

"Not important right now, El… Mikey's crazy."

El snorted and stared at his phone before putting it back to his ears "Doc, anyone who's met the maniac know that."

"You don't get it Raphael!" Doc shouted at the other end making El cringe, Doc only used his full name when he was really trying to make a point "He's really nuts! He has a disorder El! A mental disorder! He's had it for years!"

"What?"

"El… Have you ever heard of ICD?"

"He's a juggalo?"

"ICD not ICP! It stands for Impulse Control Disorder…"

Mikes ridged furrowed in confusion as Ricky rolled a wheelbarrow full of bricks and cinderblocks.

"You see these? These are gonna be dead weights for you… Literally." Ricky laughed; he picked up a brick and dropped it into the water. Realization hit Mikey like… Well a brick.

"But before I can sink you like a stone, I want to see the face of El Loan-Sharks brother." Mikey tensed felling Ricky grab the hem of his full-face mask. Then the ninja mask was ripped off of his head, revealing his very turtlely bald green head.

Leo woke up to the sound of the door of the O'Neil's apartment slamming open; he turned his eyes to the door and saw his brothers El and Doc standing at the doorway.

"Leo, we need you help." Doc told him "We need to drag Mikey to the Lair and keep him there."

"Why?" Leo asked; there was somewhat of a disparity to them.

"He needs help… Serious help." El said quietly.

"Leo, Mikey has Impulse Control Disorder. In fits of anger, he's killed several of his Dragon-Foot ninja, he purposely scared us off so we wouldn't be near him. He hears voices and see's things that aren't there. He needs help."

"…Whoa." Was all Leo could say.

"What the hell are you….?" Ricky gasped in shock at the sight of Mikey's green face, lips curled in disgust "No don't tell me… So ol' El Loan-Shark must be an ugly green alien too! No wonder he wears that fucking scarf. But no matter, I'm sure El will be really devastated to find his freak brother dead either way."

Mikey felt deep dread as Ricky pushed his closer and closer to the edge.

"Goodbye, brother of El Loan-Shar." Ricky said and gave a hard kick, pushing Mikey into the Hudson river.

Struggling to hold his breath, Mikey panicked as Ricky dumped the cinderblocks and bricks. The cement blocks sank onto him and made him sink speedily to the bottom of the Hudson river.

He looked past the water; faintly he could still see the light hitting the surface of the Hudson. His shell hit the river mud and the bricks kept him pinned. A somewhat translucent tan cloud surrounded him and hurt his eyes. Darkness filled his vision and he couldn't help but gasp at the pain he was feeling, water filling his lungs and nostrils.

He looked past the water; faintly he could still see the light hitting the surface of the Hudson.

Doc, Leo and El were roof jumping their way to the docks when they suddenly felt horrible pain filling their bodies… As if all the oxygen was being sucked out of their lungs. They gasped relentlessly for breath and screamed, it was such a horrible feeling.

Leo, struggling to do so, traced the trail of chi the pain left to the source. With his established connection to Mikey he looked through his brothers eyes.

He was staring through the water, a cloud of bubbles rising from the mouth…. And finally darkness. The worst of the pain filled their throats and chests.

"No, Mikey!" Leo managed to weakly wail before he, Doc and El blacked out from the pain.

The end. Of this story, see you guys in the sequel. Hopefully, but my compute is the words biggest charging bitch!

Oh man you guys must really hate me now, I mean I just killed Mikey off without warning... But really, it was intended to happen some time ago.

Basically, yes they will find out Mikey is dead and Ricky killed him, and the plot will be that the remaining three will hunt him down by banding together, which will by chain reaction cause them to act as a team again albiet an incomplete one.

R.I.P Mikey, you insane sociopathic murderer.