A/N: Hi guys! New story here! This takes place during the Season 2 Finale: The Invasion. I wanted to write Leo's thoughts and feelings during his last stand with the Foot and Shredder...and I think I did okay!

I'm not sure if this is going to be a one-shot or maybe a two-shot, but I'll leave that to you guys! If you want me to do a part 3 (with Raph's P.O.V) and then go on to do Donnie/Mikey/Splinter/April/Casey after them, then just say so!

And to those of you following my other stories, they're all still being written! I just REALLY wanted to get this one out!

I OWN NOTHING. TMNT BELONGS TO KEVIN EASTMAN AND PETER LAIRD/NICK.

Enjoy!


TMNT 2012: SHATTERED

"Come on, Kraang!" I shouted, clanking my Katanas together loudly to grab the attention of the Kraang droids attacking my younger brothers and April. It eventually worked, and they turned their robotic heads towards me instead. Predictably, they opened fire on me, but fortunately I was fast enough to elude their shots, and was already running further into the tunnels, taunting them all the while as they followed, leading them away from the remainder of my family.

But I prayed that Raphael, Master Splinter and Casey were going to be okay.

They had to be. They were stronger than a few robots, right? Especially Master Splinter. He'd taken down Shredder before, so a simple Kraang bot should be easy enough for him, a master ninja, right? But that didn't exactly appease the apprehension I had for Raphael and Casey. They were still out there, dead center of the invasion…

What if something happened to them? Would my last memory of my little brother be of a little spat we had earlier about him going out in daylight?

I quickly shook the thought off. They were going to be just fine; those two stubborn boneheads could survive the apocalypse if they fought hard enough.

"Over here! Woo! Come on!" I chanted over and over again as I ran from the barrage of lasers, casting a quick glance behind me to see if they were still after me.

But as I looked beyond them, I locked gazes with my baby brother, Mikey, as he ushered the injured Donnie to his feet with help from April. Big baby blue eyes bore into me as he watched me run. He was scared, I could see that as clear as day. But he wasn't scared for himself; he was scared for me. He was scared for Raph, still out there in the cold daylight in the middle of the invasion, for Donnie with his arm bleeding from a direct hit from a Kraang gun, for Splinter left behind in the remains of our lair, for April who blamed herself for all of this happening…and for the fate of the entire city as we knew it.

I wanted to smile at him, to hug him and tell him that everything was going to be okay. But one, I was already turning my head away from him, continuing my course and hightailing it from the pursuing Kraang droids, and two, what could I possibly say to him if given the chance?

Our home, one that had been kept a secret for nearly seventeen years now, had been discovered and was being destroyed. Our Sensei, our teacher and father since the day we were created, was still inside there fighting against that freaky Kraang. And now, the city, the world we had wanted to explore and had risked our lives countless times to protect, was being invaded by countless more of these aliens, more than me or my brothers could ever take down.

This invasion wasn't like the last one. It wasn't just one Technodrome to take down now. It was so much bigger than ever before.

What could I possibly have said to my little brother that would have made this any easier to bear?

The answer was nothing.


By the time the four Kraang droids that were dressed in their identical human disguises showed up through the tunnels, far away from where our lair had once been, I was nowhere to be seen. Well, unless they ever bothered to look up, which I really hoped they wouldn't as I supported myself on the pipes overhead. But luckily enough, they were too busy scanning the empty bodies of the comrades I'd managed to fight off. It was trickier than usual, and already I could feel myself needing to rest, but I forced myself to focus.

Now wasn't the time to sit idly by whilst the safety of my family – the entire city – was at stake. They were all waiting for me, counting on me to get back to them in one piece. I couldn't let them down, not now.

My eyes narrowed as I listened to their conversation below me, which was pretty loud as their voices bounced off the hollow tunnel walls. "Kraang, still no sign of turtles," one said. "Kraang must hurry. Kraang must attain the turtles for the one called Shredder."

As they moved on, I felt my blood run cold as I leapt down from my hiding place, splashing in the puddle below. "Shredder?" I uttered aloud. He was involved with the Kraang invasion? But how? Why would he risk thousands of lives, most likely including his own, to help these…

Wait…that Kraang Sub-Prime guy mentioned something about finding the lair being the final piece of the puzzle before the invasion could begin. Shredder must have made a bargain with them; if they found the lair, he would aid them in taking over the city.

The first spark of anger lit up within me as my eyes narrowed, and I wasted no more time as I darted back through the tunnels, my mask tails whipping behind me. That soulless snake. Of course he had a hand in all of this. That revenge crazed monster would do just about anything to get what he wanted, which was the death of myself, my brothers, my father…

He had even gone so far as to take Splinters' daughter away from him yet again

Karai…

My teeth ground together, I pushed myself to go faster. That man was not going to get anywhere near my family, not ever again. Not as long as I was still standing.

I just hoped that in all this madness, they were somewhere that they would be safe.


The moment I lifted the manhole cover, I felt the chill of the winds hit me and gnaw at my scaly flesh as I suppressed a shiver. Boy, it was colder than I thought it was up here. But I quickly shook the thought off, focusing on what I knew I had to do. Not bothering to slide the cover shut this time, I crawled out of the hole and immediately unsheathed my swords as I ran across the streets, pressing myself against the corner of a nearby shop as I carefully peered around it.

Just as I suspected, there were Foot Bots posted everywhere, positioned on the rooftops with bows and arrows, and prowling like wild, black cats in the deserted streets.

I frowned. There wasn't a single human in sight. A part of me wondered what had happened to them, but then I remembered. The Kraang were probably herding them all towards the center of the city for their mutation, and they wouldn't even realize it in all of their panic and the chaos surrounding them before it was too late.

Just like you would corner a colony of panicked rats, ready to be exterminated, and they had no idea they were luring themselves into a trap.

The sound of a Foot Bot landing only inches behind me had me swerving on my heel and rolling out of the way as their spiked weapon hit the wall where my head had been seconds before, and with a swift kick in the chest I sent it crashing to the ground. With my cover blown, the Foot Bots on the rooftop fired their arrows in my direction, the first few missing their marks by mere inches, but the second wave nearly hit home before I used my Katanas to reflect them, sending them bouncing uselessly to the concrete.

I couldn't stay here and fight them; they were only there to tire me out, to distract me from my true goal. So I bounded out of the way of several more arrows shot my way, and into an alleyway, escaping them entirely. Well, at least that's what I thought, until two more Foot soldiers leapt in front of me and launched their shuriken in my direction, aiming for my head. Just as I had done against the arrows, my Katanas blocked the oncoming weapons, and the robots met my blades as I sliced them both in half with ease.

I continued onward, and I noticed that it was starting to snow. I realized that the longer I was out here, the colder I became, but I didn't stop running, not until I reached the construction site of what used to be an old skate park of some kind, and I slid myself inside without a sound. All of my senses were still on high alert, but I was in desperate need of a breather as I hid myself behind a wooden board, panting faintly.

Damn it. I was already getting tired. The weather was starting to get to me, I was sure of it. A cold blooded creature in cold conditions was never a good idea.

In the stillness that I found daunting, I nearly jumped when I felt my T-Phone start to vibrate in my belt pocket, and I took it out to find that I had over forty-seven missed calls.

All of them were from Mikey.

I frowned at the screen. They were still alive, thank god, but they must all be very worried about me. I wondered if they found Raph and Casey yet. And what about Master Splinter? Was he okay? So many thoughts were already rushing through my head, and I just couldn't keep them quiet.

The least I could do would be to tell Mikey that I was okay. Just to put his thoughts to rest.

I was about to finally send Mikey a text back, but the sound of more Foot Bots coming from around the corner caught my attention. My frown deepened as my brows knitted together.

Damn it all; so much for a breather.

I tucked my phone away and vanished from sight just as they rounded the corner, appearing behind them seconds later to cut them down.

That was when they all started coming at me. Not one by one like last time, but all at once.

I managed to fight them off, but I was growing tired, as well as irritated. Why was Shredder just sending me his stupid robots? Was he too much of a coward to face me himself? Letting out a grunt, I threw my katana into the chest of another Foot Bot. It struck me only lightly how only months ago, I would have patronized Raph about throwing weapons, and yet here I was, discarding my sword through some robots' chest.

Huh. How time flies.

Flipping over to the deactivated bot, I grabbed my Katanas just as another wave of ninjas came in. I was quickly losing my patience with these things. Where were they even coming from? No matter. I could take them on. I wouldn't fall, not now or ever. I could do this. Just had to keep going. Ignore the cold, ignore the urge to relax, ignore the continuous buzzing of my phone in my belt…

I could do it!

"FIRE!"

My eyes widened. I spun around in time to see that the Shredder was there, standing on a high rooftop nearby the site, accompanied by Tiger Claw, Fishface and Rahzar as they all watched me…along with more arrows flying my way.

"Oh no," I whispered, the fear in my voice carried off into the winds.

In that moment, I realized that my chances of winning were getting slimmer by the minute.


Ducking and rolling across the cold concrete, I weaved my way through the barrage of arrows fired my way, using my katana to slice the ones that had gotten too close for comfort. A few had managed to nick me several times on the arm and across my face, drawing a fair amount of blood, but I refused to let that slow me down. I wouldn't allow the lowly likes of Shredder to see me fall against the robots he dared call soldiers. If I fell now, they would go after my family…

I couldn't let that happen. I wouldn't let that happen.

Slicing one arrow in half before it pierced my shoulder, I glared up at the man surrounded by his mutant men and his robots. Panting heavily now as the snow fell harder and the air turned colder, a snarl clawed its way out of my throat. He was just standing there. Watching me from a distance, like the spineless coward he was…

"Stop hiding behind your Foot Bots!" I yelled up at him accusingly, my anger beginning to boil. "Face me, Shredder!"

What Shredder said next only made added fuel to my slowly growing fire.

"You are beneath me, turtle."

He sounded almost disgusted that I had even opened my mouth.

My eyes narrowed and my teeth ground together. What right did he have to tell me that I was beneath him? He was already far too low down in the earth to even dare call himself a ninja master, or a ninja at all!

That shell of a man was the reason my father, my entire family, and billions of other innocent people were suffering, people who didn't even know that the Foot Clan existed! He needed to be stopped, once and for all.

And if I had to drag him down here with my bare hands, then so be it!

But before I could take another step towards him, a chain was hurtled at me from my left, and I quickly brought up my arm out of instinct to block the attack. I realized too late that I had made a mistake as the chain wound tightly around my wrist, and I found myself dragged across the rough gravel by my arm, hauled harshly until I was held up against the wall, suspended only inches above the ground. My legs and shell burned from being scraped across the site, but I didn't have time to focus on the pain as, upon seeing me tied up and defenseless, another soldier took his chance and leapt after me.

Oh, for the love of crud!

Growling out loud, I threw my katana at it, watching as it sailed straight through the bots chest, and the thing clattered to the ground in a heap. Now with that bot down, I had a chance to get free before –

I yelped in alarm as two swords stabbed their way through the wood, missing me by inches as I did my best to evade them and reach up the chain binding my wrist at the same time. I had to get loose, or I'd end up getting impaled, but the chain was digging into my skin, tearing through flesh. I thought I felt blood seep through the wrappings on my slowly numbing wrist as I struggled, restraining a wince as the pain intensified the longer I stood with my arm bound above me.

Seconds later, the wall exploded from behind me, sending planks and splinters of wood flying everywhere as more Foot Bots charged. I was finally free from the chain as I stumbled back to my feet, but now I was faced with more robots.

I was quickly losing what strength I had left.

And to make matters worse, it seemed that they had noticed it as well.

As I was pulling myself together, one Bot managed to kick me square in the face, sending a flash of blinding pain through me, which I forced myself to tolerate and shake off as the bot came at me again with a punch. I quickly dodged, then took it out with a punch of my own and a sweep of the leg, and then quickly shot back to my feet again and delivered a blow to another on my right. But I was unprepared as another came at me and sent me flying through another wooden barrier, barely landing on a ledge that saved me from a nasty drop.

Dazed, breathless and my wrist bleeding out and stinging like crazy, I shakily got to my feet once again, wincing at the pull of my bruises and cuts littered all over my body, slowing my down. Panting heavily, I surveyed the area to find that I was once again surrounded by a new wave of Foot Bots, all of them poised with their weapons out in front of them.

My left eye twitched with exasperation, before both narrowed darkly as they all came at me yet again.

I was getting really tired of this, but I knew I had to fight. I had to fight to stay alive. I had to fight to protect my family, who were all waiting for me somewhere within all of this chaos. I had to fight to prove to Shredder, to prove to myself, that I could do it. I could save them. I could shoulder my burden once more. I could be the leader, the warrior that Sensei always told me he believed I would become.

I had to fight!

Letting out a yell, I unsheathed my blade and charged headlong into the fray yet again.


As the fight wore on, I could feel myself slipping.

It wasn't immediate; it was slowly, gradually building. I could feel it, but I didn't care. In fact, I actually welcomed this new feeling as it washed over me, empowered me and driving me forwards.

I was tired, I was bleeding, I was hurt, I was cold…and I was angry.

So very angry.

I was angry at the Shredder for daring to lay even a finger on my family, angry at the Kraang for putting millions of innocent lives at stake, angry at myself for not seeing any of this coming before it was too late...

No, I felt more than that.

I felt pure, unadulterated, fury.

It was bubbling up inside me with every robot I defeated, rising higher and higher to the surface of the internal inferno that I thought I had calmed and tamed years ago…I was ready to erupt, to let it all loose, but despite that urge, I held it back. I had to keep it under control.

But my hold was quickly weakening.

Letting out a defiant shout, a raised my sword and sliced a robot clean in half, before swinging it around to lop off the head of another looming behind me. I was through messing around with them now. These things just kept coming, thinking that they could take me down, but they were wrong. They were all wrong! I was stronger than them, faster than them! I would take them all! Not a single one would escape the wrath of my blade!

None of them were going to get near my family!

Striking down two bots as I ran headlong at them, I swung myself up onto the higher platform, where another droid was running towards me. My sword was through his chest and pinning its fake body to the wall in a mere second, and I glared up at it as it finally shut down and went limp. A final droid came up behind me, and with the hidden blade within the handle of my katana, I spun around and impaled it in the side before kicking it away, watching as it tumbled and joined its many disembodied brethren below with a crash of metal.

Still panting heavily, I dropped my arm to my side as I glared down at the mess of robotic body parts below me. Though I didn't show it, my tired heart began to fill with hope.

Was that it? Were they all gone now?

Had I won? Had I finally proven myself?

Something below me suddenly lashed out and grabbed my ankle with an iron grip, and I only had time to turn around and find that it was half of a Foot Bot I had neglected to finish off earlier, before I lost my balance and stumbled backwards.

"AAAAH!" I screamed as I fell over the edge of the platform.

I found myself and the world spiraling out of control as I rolled down the rocky slope, my bandages catching and tearing along with my skin against the sharp stones and chippings as I bowled on. Desperately, I tried to reach out to something, anything that could stop my fall, but was met with nothing but muddy ground and more sharp shards of glass and stone that cut harshly into my palms.

As I reached the bottom of the hill, I bounced off of a rock, and then I felt nothing but the freezing cold as I was plunged into the deep waters underneath the wooden bridge.

So cold so cold so cold so cold so cold…

My eyes going wide as the cold stabbed mercilessly at my body like a thousand knives, seizing me in an icy embrace, I helplessly wallowed about in desperation, not knowing which way was up or down anymore as I felt my lungs strain within my chest, begging for air, but with my panicking, I was only wasting my breath.

So cold so cold so cold so cold so cold…

Finally, just as I feared I would drown, I struggled upright and burst from beneath the depths, sucking in deep, greedy, gasping breaths after coughing up the dirty water I'd swallowed in my panic as I rolled my soaked and weary body back onto semi-dry land, panting heavily as I lay there on my shell.

I couldn't move. I couldn't open my eyes. I could only lie there and wheeze, cough and splutter on my back in the freezing, bitter cold.

I wanted to sleep. I wanted to curl up in a ball and not move ever again. I was just so cold, so tired, so freaking hurt…

But when I heard something land on the platform above, I knew I wasn't done yet.

Forcing myself to snap my eyes open again and roll back onto my hands and feet, I shakily stood up again, my fists raised as I glared up at my new foes.

Shredder was standing up there, followed by Tiger Claw, Fishface and Rahzar. They all stared down at me, unmoving as I stood there before them, huffing heavily in exhaustion.

My chest heaved, my wounds burned, my body felt like ice, but I stood strong. I stood against the snow that fell from the sky and piled at my feet, the cold wind that bit at my bruising skin, the endless barrage of Foot Bots that had come at me from every angle, the water that had nearly dragged me under its depths…and now, even though I was weak and armed with nothing but my bare hands, I would stand against them too…

"…Now you may finish him."

Wait, what?

They were all coming at me?!

I had no time to move as they all pounced at me from the platform.

A solid punch thrown at me by Tiger Claw sent me sprawling to the ground.

Fishface's metal foot crunched down on my chest, cracking several ribs, forcing a cry of pain from me.

A swipe of Rahzar's claws slammed me against the stones by the water, and I felt more blood pooling from where he'd struck my neck and down my arm.

For a moment, I found myself paralyzed where I lay, wheezing in a pool of my own blood. I was too weak to even defend myself. This was where it was going to end for me. They were going to kill me. And then they would seek out my family…

But I wouldn't let them.

I couldn't die here. I had to get up. I had to keep fighting. I had to stay alive.

I had to protect my family from these monsters!

And suddenly, as I glared venomously up at the mutants standing around me, preparing to strike the final blow, I no longer felt the pain or the cold.

All I felt, in that one moment, was pure rage.

Bounding back onto my feet, I grabbed Fishface by the water pumps attached to his gills, and with a vicious punch, I sent him flying to the other side of the platform. Swerving on my heels, I turned and leapt onto Rahzar's back, digging my fingers savagely into his fur and pulling hard on his ears as he roared, growled and bucked like a bull. He managed to throw me off, but instead of slamming into the wall opposite, I bounced off of it and rolled, sending a hard kick into his side as he toppled to the ground.

My eyes were pure white with crazed rage as I let out a loud roar, taking everything I had bottled up inside me for years and letting it out at last.

I let it all go. My anger, my fear, my hatred, my everything.

Unfazed by my wrath, Tiger Claw charged me with blinding speed, his claws bared to strike at my throat, but I was far faster than him as I rolled to the ground, launching a solid kick straight into his stomach and sending him toppling to the ground.

Heaving heavy, labored breaths, I picked myself up as a wavered to my feet, glaring down at the three fallen henchmen at my feet.

I…I did it.

I won.

I stayed alive. Despite everything they threw at me, I fought with everything I had, and I succeeded. I hadn't failed my family yet! I saved them!

I did it!

A sudden flash of lightening blinded me for a moment, and in the next instant, there was a large, dark shadow looming over me.

My heart stopped, my eyes going wide as I spun around, only to find the Shredder with his blades raised above my head.

I heard the sound of metal piercing my flesh before I felt the searing pain.

And just like that, everything I had fought for, everything I thought I was, everything I thought I knew

…it all shattered like glass before my very eyes.

And as the blood sprayed out of my shoulder, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I reeled backwards, only one, final thought entered my mind…

I'm done for. It's over.

I failed them.

My head hit the ground, and everything spiraled into a terrifying darkness…