Sorry for the wait, last chapter, here we go. It's shorter than usual, too, because it's just setting up for the sequel really, not wrapping anything up.

Donnie paced around the room, calmer than he felt, though only because of the pain his earlier stomping had caused in his sign. A deep frown was etched across his face, making up for the lack of vigour in his walking.

He had just woken up from the nap he had succumbed to earlier, being roused by Leo knocking on his door. When he hadn't answered Leo had told him they'd be in the dojo and had left. He didn't want to speak to any of them right now. Not Leo, not Mikey, not even April. Though, he had no trouble speaking to himself.

"They thought I was going to leave," Donnie said out loud, "They actually thought I was just going to run." He let out an angry sound, kicking at his desk leg and cursing when some of the books fell off.

He lowered himself to the ground, his too-small feet curled under him. He let out a sigh, closing his eyes for a restful moments before looking at the pile of books in front of him.

He begun to pile them up in his lap before he found himself clutching one of his notebooks. A bright yellow one that April had gifted to him when he had told her he was out a couple weeks back. It was open to a page with notes littering every space, full of equations that he had been working out to create a retro-mutagen of his second mutation.

He looked over the notes, before nearly scrunching the book up in frustration, a strangled cry escaping his throat though it was too small to alert his family. He released his grip on the book, setting it back on his lap with the others and resting his hands over top.

"If they thought I was gonna run, it's clear that I don't belong anymore." He said to himself, then looked back down at the complicated notes. "If I ever really did.."

He slowly got up from his seated position, moving the pile of books from his lap to his desk before turning around and assessing his room. Eyeing what he needed almost immediately, he moved forwards and grabbed the bag he used on trips to the scrap yard.

He set it on his bag before moving to the sall pile of clothes on his bedside table, throwing on a t-shirt and the sweatshirt that Casey had given him. He quickly threw his remaining clothes in the bag, including his wrappings and mask. He took his belt and through it over his shoulder, ignoring the ache it caused.

He looked around his again room before moving to his shelf and dug out the small collection of money he had. Saving up every dime, nickel and penny he found in the sewers and on the streets. He took the container he kept it in and stuffed it in the bag as well before throwing it over his shoulder.

Moving back to his desk, he grabbed the yellow notebook, as well as a few others and shoved them into the bag. Satisfied with his luggage, he turned to the door.

Opening the door enough to only peek out, he gave a breath of relief. Not a brother in sight.

Stepping out of his room, he walked towards his lab, careful not to make a sound as he pulled the door open.

He frowned as he looked around it, then went to his desk. He grabbed another notebook, and his laptop and pushed them both into the bag.

Finally, he grabbed the small canister of mutagen he had gotten from Stockman's lab, and a few items from the first aid kit. With the bag full, he closed it up, walking back into the main room.

He looked around for a moment, before seeing his wooden bo leaning against the wall and grabbed it as well.

Finally, he walked towards the doors, turning to give his home one last look. Giving another sigh he threw the hood of his sweatshirt over his head and walked into the sewers.

He was above ground in a matter of minutes, and headed down the busy sidewalk. It wasn't a long walk, he knew the city well and knew exactly where he wanted to go.

As he entered the bus station he walked towards the lady at the ticket window.

She looked up from her magazine at him with disinterested eyes before she most likely caught sight of his banged up face.

"You okay, sweetheart?" She asked him.

He nodded, rubbing at the bandage on his face. "Yeah, I just need a bus ticket."

"Where're you going to?"

Donnie rummaged through his bag, grabbing the container of money and pulling out a few bills. "As far as this will take me." He told her, placing it on the counter.

He watched nervously as she counted it out, looking around him every once in a while to make sure he hadn't been followed.

He was surprised that she gave him a ticket so easily, but probably figured she thought he was getting out of a bad situation. But the ticket was in his hand, and he wet to the proper station to sit and wait out the 20 minutes before it came. He felt his stomach flop around inside, very nervous and subconsciously pressing down on his injured arm. If his brothers found him too early he didn't know what would happen, and it was terrifying.

But the 20 minutes passed without event, and Donnie found himself watching down the street as a bus pulled up.

He let out a small sigh, digging his Tphone out and looking down at it sadly.

"I'm sorry, guys." He whispered, before setting it on the bench where he had been sitting, and climbing onto the bus, giving the driver his ticket.

He walked down the isle of the vehicle, grabbing a seat near the middle and fitting his staff in it before sitting down himself.

As the bus rolled away, he looked out the window and let out another sigh before closing his eyes.

Okay, so part 1 is officially over.

There is going to be a small break in between part 1 and 2, which will be posted as a new story, and during that break I am going to edit the first few chapters (as well as write the sequel). So, in like a week or two, you could re-read this story and probably have a better time, get in a few little factors, so like, that's up to you, but nothing is going to change drastically. If a new scene gets put in, it'll be fluff and not vital.

Feel free to leave suggestions at to what you want in the sequel, since it's still being written there's plenty of time to add things in, so I'd love to know what you guys want.

And also sorry if you expected a happy ending. That's not how I roll.

Okay, byyyye~