Run

Authors note

Here's chapter 6 for you, this will be my final chapter of this story. Anyway hope you like this chapter, and liked the story.

Chapter 6: Ending Lives

"Your end … is now Shredder!" I growled. I brought my blade down and what am I doing! Instead of stabbing the man, I slashed my blade diagonally across his cheek. "Shredder … you most definitely deserve death, and I would love to give you that reward myself. But if I did commit that act, it would break down the thin wall between us that differentiates me from you. And I will not. I repeat, will NOT become a murderer, who ends lives just for the pleasure of it. Or in other words … I will never. Be. Like. You." I growled, slamming the handle of my dagger into his head. Shredder was out cold.

"Wow … Mikey." Donnie said in awe.

"Thought you were gonna kill him for a minute there." Raph declared.

"I'm proud of you little bro." Leo praised.

"Can we just go home already?" I asked, "There's too many bad memories that took place here."

"Sure," Leo started, "Let's move."

(Skip to rooftops)

"Mikey?" Donnie asked.

"Yeah." I answered.

"You know the whole name thingy. I jus- we just want to say we're sorry for that. We obviously weren't thinking when we said them."

"…" No reply.

"I mean-" Donnie started.

"Look … it's okay bros. I mean, I've gotten used to the names. I just wish you'd realise what you've said when, or after, you've said it."

"Mikey-" Leo started.

"I'd rather not talk about it," I started, "I'll meet you back at the lair. I've got somewhere else to be." I ran off ignoring the voices blaring in my head, screaming at me to go back and talk to them. I will be back, but I want to do something before I return home.

Leo's POV

"I'd rather not talk about it," Mikey started, "I'll meet you back at the lair. I've got somewhere else to be." Mikey broke off into a run. Raph was about to go after him, when I put an arm across his plastron, keeping him in place.

"What the hack Leo!" Raph shouted, "We need to go after him!"

"Just … wait a second." I answered. We waited there for a good minute, before I said, "Let's go." We broke off into a run, in the direction Mikey left.

"Why'd we wait so long Leo?" Donnie asked.

"Had to make sure he didn't know we were following him." I replied.

"Clever." He answered.

Mikey's POV

Left … right … jump … left … right. And I'm here. I arrived at my destination. A rooftop that had a view over the ocean, right were the sun sets. It's my special place. No one lives in this area, so I can be as loud as I want. You see, there's a hidden sewer ladder underneath my bed. So whenever I want to come here, I use the excuse: "I'm going to my room." And then climb the ladder and make my way out of the sewers. The ladder leads to another sewer tunnel, which connects to the ones we use, so it's easy to find my way out. And onto the surface.

I would die if my brothers found out about this place, they could ban me from coming here, or they might come here themselves, or if I want to come here to escape reality or get away from my family, they'll know where to find me. My special place, is where I go to watch the sun sets and where I go to draw. Speaking of which. I got up and walked over to the air duct, and opened it, revealing a bunch of artwork I'd done. I took out the picture at the top of the pile, to find it was the one I was looking for. I also took out my coloured pencils, and shut the air duct. I walked back over to my spot, pencils and picture in hand, and sat down.

The picture had an image of me in the middle (Just the outline, no colour) and words surrounding me. Words such as: Disappointment, useless, stupid and weak. It had taken a while, but I finally knew how I was going to draw myself. I changed my position on the picture, from slouching and sad, to brave and sly. I coloured my shell and skin their natural colour, but gave myself my black straps around my hands, arms and legs, as well as giving myself my daggers. As for my face, covering most of my freckles, I gave myself two slash marks, and instead of a sad smile, I had a sinister grin. My red foot mark was on my plastron, I was wearing my black bandana around my neck and was also wearing my black mask. My eyes … weren't baby blue anymore, they were blood red instead. With a ruby red pencil, I wrote in jagged, capital handwriting … MIDNIGHT across the centre of the picture.

I sighed, putting my pencil and picture down beside me, and looked up at the stars. You never really get to see them in New York, the lights are always too bright. But tonight, the stars were shining and the night sky was so clear, I could see almost every constellation. "Orion … Big Dipper … Little Dipper … Leo … Cygnus." I repeated every constellation I saw. I looked back down at my picture, tears formed at the corners of my eyes, and slowly started flowing down my face. I got up and ran to the closest wall I could find, and punched it, the wall cracked and my arm went straight through the hole. I continued to cry as I performed the act. My hand was bleeding, but I didn't care, I took out my anger, that's what matters. I punched the wall, again and again, still crying, until I grew tired of it. I walked back over to my seat, and looked at my bleeding hands. I sighed, and looked out at the ocean.

My anger was still there, I hadn't gotten rid of it completely, it consumed me. I ripped off my black bandana and jumped off the roof. I sped off towards the ocean and ran onto the docks. I slammed the bandana into the water and brought it back up, I then used it to clean the paint off my plastron. I brought out a vile I stole from Baxter Stockman's lab, I rubbed the substance onto my cheeks then, using the water, I washed it off. I looked at my reflection in the water, to find my scars were gone. Using the black bandana, again, I cleaned my hands from all the blood and I ran back to my special place. Maybe I should head back to the lair now. Oh I almost forgot.

I stood at the edge, and was about to step off when-

"MIKEY!" Someone shouted, "Don't jump!"

"What?" I asked, turning around I saw my three brothers running towards me.

Leo's POV

We followed Mikey, to an abandoned part of New York, and watched as we saw him take out a picture and pencils, but we couldn't see what he was drawing. He sighed and put his picture to the side of him. Argh, I still can't see what he's drawn.

I strained my ears, and could hear him reciting constellations, as he looked up at the stars. My heart broke in two, as he started crying. What was on that picture!?

I was surprised when he got up, and ran to the wall, and even more so when he punched it. Pity outweighed all my other feeling at this point, as I watched as he continuously punched the wall.

He looked back over at the ocean and then suddenly ran off the building and onto the docks. I took this opportunity to see what was on that picture that bothered my baby brother so much. I ran down towards the spot he was sitting at, and picked up the paper, the others were beside me in a flash. I was horrified to see he'd wrote down our most hurtful words onto this picture, and even more horrified when I saw the image of Midnight right in the middle, with the word MIDNIGHT etched across it. I looked towards where Mikey went, and saw him washing of the blood and red paint. He suddenly turned around, and I ordered Donnie and Raph head back to the shadows. I followed but not before I noticed that his scars were gone.

When he returned, he looked as though he was about to leave, when he stopped suddenly, as if he'd forgotten something. He turned around and went to stand of the edge. Mikey brought his foot up, and panic struck through me. He's going to jumps … he's going to KILL HIMSELF!

"Mikey!" I screamed as I ran towards him, my brothers in tow, "Don't jump!"

"What?" He said. Mikey turned to see us running towards him, a look of confusion on his face.

After what seemed like forever, we finally reached him. "Mikey, I didn't know this stuff was making you so upset, but that's no need to end your life."

Mikey's POV

"WHAT!?" I shouted, "I wasn't killing myself!" Although it did look like that's what I was doing. "No, I was just going into the window below." I pointed below at the window, and my brothers followed my gaze. That's when I realised they could see my picture. I bolted towards the image, and grabbed it. I pulled it towards my chest and turned it round so they couldn't see the picture.

"We already saw it." Donnie stated. Panic and sadness filled my mind, and it must have shown of my facial features, because my brothers all had looks of pity and guilt on their faces.

"Look Mikey … we're really sorry." Raph said.

"I know you are … and I forgive you. This was a past picture that I wanted to finish." I stated.

"Are you sure you're happy though?" Leo asked, "We don't want you to hide behind a fake smile when you're sad about something."

"…"

"Please Mikey, we need you to tell us if something, or someone, has upset you." Donnie begged.

"O … okay." I agreed.

"Are we ready to go home?" Leo asked.

"Wait." I stated. I grabbed my pencils and put them, and my picture, inside the air duct. Then went through the window on the side of the building, and grabbed what I came for. I then went back up to meet with my bros. "You need to forget this place. This is MY special place, and none of you can come here, whether it be to find me or for your own business. You. Can't. Come. Here."

"Deal." All three of them answered.

"Let's move." I commanded. I looked over my shoulder to see an annoyed Leo, and chuckling Raph and Donnie. I took off in a fast run towards the direction of the lair.

(Skip to lair)

Leo's POV

As soon as we arrived home, Mikey went straight to his room. He didn't come out until lunch time the next day. When he did come out, Mikey asked us all to meet him in the living room, and we obliged. We were all sat on the couch when Mikey entered, but he wasn't wearing his black or orange mask. Strange, we always wear our masks.

"Where's your mask?" Raph asked.

"Yeah?" Donnie seconded.

"It's right here." Mikey pulled out a piece of cloth, and tied it around his eyes. When he was done, we were able to see it wasn't orange or black, it was both. The front of his mask (around his eyes) was orange, which faded into black at the back (where his knot was).

"Mikey, why the new mask?" I asked.

"I feel like Midnight is a part of me now," Mikey answered, "and seeing as though you've already seen my dark self, I thought I would symbolise it somewhere. I chose my mask of course. And I wanted to show people that I'm not always happy, and can do bad things sometimes. Plus it looks awesome and I've always wanted to do it."

"You know you're not evil right?" I asked.

"Of course I know that." Mikey stated, "I just wanted to show the enemy that I am capable of darker things then knockouts."

"Well if you really want it." Donnie said," Then we can't stop you. I mean it is you're mask, and I actually quite like it."

"I think it's awesome." Raph declared.

"Me too bro." I replied.

"Now … shall we play some video games?" Mikey asked.

"Sure thing." I answered.

We played video games for a good couple of hours, and spent the rest of the day together, before passing out on the couch (at four o'clock in the morning).

And after this whole scenario, it just goes to show, that anyone can be corrupted by darkness.

End

Authors note

I really hope you enjoyed this story, I really enjoyed writing it. Review please, so I know what you thought of it.

Wolfangel33 xx

P.S I'll be writing a new fanfic soon.