Mikey stepped inside the lair as quietly as possible. Using all his ninjitsu training to not make a sound. He could feel the urge to stumble or trip, but he powered through it.

Nobody was outside, most definitely asleep now.

Thank god.

He carefully made his way to his room, feeling a huge rush of relief at the look of his bed. He practically jumped in it, planting his face in his pillow.
He covered himself with his blanket, despite the stinging it felt like the most comfortable thing in the world.

He's figure it all out tomorrow, right now he just wanted to go to slee-

"Mikey!" A collected shout came from across the room and a flick of the bedroom light. Scaring the hell out of him.

Naturally, he wanted to quickly turn around and see who this was and what it was about. But he knew exactly, and the last thing he wanted to do was turn around.
So stayed out in his original position and tried to play it off the best he could.

"What do y'all want now?" He sighed.

"Where'd you go!?" Don questioned.

"You think you can just run off like that?!" Leonardo scolded.

"You got some nerve, you know that!" Raph added.

The voices of his brothers and their comments could only make Mikey groan, still facing the way.

"Look you guys, I get you missed me and all but can we do this tomorrow? I'm tired"

"What's your problem? You were gone for like two hours without warning or picking up the phone and were the annoying ones?" He heard Don scoff.

He thought it'd be another blow but instead, the guy just ripped off his belt, shaking it and emptying its contents.
All of his items fell out. In fairness, it was mostly wrappers and some other junk he forgot to take out, but he saw his Shell Phone fall out, and then the man picked it up amused.

"Oh, what's this? Your little turtle phone? Hahahah! That's adorable!" The thug cackled. He slammed the cell onto the concrete and smashed it down with his foot.

Oh no...

Mikey didn't respond, he just sighed again, burying his face in his pillow more.

"You're lucky we don't otta beat the shell out of you. Where do you get off acting like that!" Raph snarled.

Mikey dodged another jab yet again, clearly getting the dragon madder with each miss. He was so enraged at this point he went at Mikey like an animal. Typical.

"Anddddd strike threeeee!" Mikey yelled, dunking under the bat and flipping over to land an under kick straight to the guy's jaw, sending him flying back.

"And he's outta here!" Mikey humored himself. Clearly, he was the only one who found it that way though. Cause the other three goons looked even angrier. Clenching their jaws and weapons like no tomorrow.

Mikey chuckled. "Awh what y'all don't watch sports?"

Mikey breathed through his nose, now not even giving a noise as a response. Please just leave, he ground his teeth.

"Look, Mikey." Leonardo sighed. "You can go out all you want, you're not a kid. But you can't just go off whenever and not tell us, and especially go completely silent when we call." He went into speech mode now. Great.

"We...we're all just really worried okay?"

"Yeah! I get it!" Mikey snapped.

"Can you guys get on my shell tomorrow?! I'm tired as hell and I just go to sleep! God dam!" He hissed, still facing the wall.

....

His brothers didn't respond.

Mikey clenched onto the sheets as tight as he could, wishing they'd just take the hint and buzz off. But they were his brothers of course.

"Mikey...." Leo started.

"Turn around."

Oh no.

Dammit! He completely sewered himself! That outbursts totally made them rethink the situation and realize he wasn't just being an ass! Real smooth Angelo!

He knew that they knew he wasn't facing them for a reason.

"...dude just go to bed. I wanna sleep" he denied.

"Turn around, Mikey" Leonardo now gave an order.

Mikey shuttered, slowly sitting up.

Another punch and the dude was out! Joining the rest of his beaten-down friends.
Mikey huffed a bit but still managed a chuckle.

"Looks like y'all couldn't....couldn't...hmm uhh I can't think of anything right now" he shrugged.

The turtle turned around to see one last guy standing in his direction in front of the alley exit.

Mikey snorted.

"Woah bro, you still up for this? If I was you I'd just throw in the towel by now"

Mikey shuttered, the silence of his brothers' suspense was killing Him.

The man didn't look too fazed, just the same bitter face most purple dragons had.
It confused him a bit but he didn't think much of it. "Well hey if this is what you want I can -

He slowly turned around, avoiding eye contact.

Then he heard footsteps, running from behind him. The turtle quickly turned around to see a big man running right towards him. He managed to back away in time to avoid a jab to the face but the thug was to knee him right in the middle of his plasteron.
Mikey fell back and saw three more men, Just as big behind him.

All three of his brothers gasped collectively, a mix horror, shock, and revulsion flew through their faces.

He called back up.

Mikey backfliped away before he could throw another hit.

"Mikey!" They all practically screamed.

The turtle was covered in almost head to toe bruises and cuts. Most of his clothes and armor were torn off or damaged.
Fresh cuts and marks on his shell and plastron with scratches all over his arms, legs and face. His left eye was almost swollen shut, dry blood staining his lips and nose with a huge red sore spot that ringed all around his throat.

The turtle choked at the sound of their voices. Shaking a bit.
His brothers ran to him, asking him a billion questions and trying to aid him.
It was so much all at once all their voices kinda blurred together, that or it was his new head trauma. Possibly both.

It kinda made him laugh a bit, not seeming to help his brothers at all.

Leonardo grabbed his shoulders firmly. Not rough but definitely tight enough so he couldn't slip away.

He slammed him into the brick wall by both his shoulders. He swears he could hear something crack.

Mikey froze a bit looking up at Leo.

"Hey Hey hey..." he said calmly.

"Mikey stay with us. Are you okay?"

"...."

"Pffft-.." he sputtered before cracking up.

"Yeah! Yeah bro I'm peachy" he laughed, wiping his eyes. His brothers didn't seem fazed.
They all sat next to him in bed, eagerly waiting for him to do something else, but remained patient.

"It was.." he breathed.

CRACK

Mikey threw another blow at one of the goons.

"Just...just a..just" he mumbled.

BAM

He fell hard, smashing the side of his head onto the concrete.

"It was just a bad fight...." He shook his head. Still laughing a bit.

BANG BANG BANG

She punched him again and again.

Dang. His brothers weren't tearing him to shreds? Oof he must've really messed up. Hahah.

"Mikey tell us what happened! Was it The Shredder?" Raph questioned, grabbing his hand.

Mikey pulled back and aided himself. It stung to the touch. Raph immediately regretted it.

"Here we need to get you help asap" Don stated. He figured Mikey was in no state to move so he rushed to get the first aid kit himself.

"Mikey, you need a moment? Get him some water Raph" Leo said.

Raphael nodded before quickly leaving himself.

Leonardo got up to face Mikey again, "I'll go get Splinter, just lay down okay?" He said, trying to lightly push him onto his bed.

Mikey felt a shiver go down his spine.

"No, don't!" He grabbed Leo's wrist, keeping him in place. "D-don't leave..don't." He gritted.
He wasn't out of it, he knew how much of a baby he sounded right now, but he didn't care.

Leo saw the distress in his face and heard it in his voice. He sat back down, holding his hands.
"Hey it's okay. I'm right here"

His other brothers came in shortly after, Don trying to band aid him up and Raph trying to shove the water down his throat.

"Yeah Yeah, we're he man" Raph added. They must've heard him.
Don placed his hand on his shoulder.

Mikey chuckled a bit. They were being so nice. Of course they were, why was he trying to hide this from them in the first place?

"Looks like you're brothers ain't here to help you now huh?" One scoffed, the others laughing after him.

Mikey looked at his knees and hand. Trembling a bit.

One goon waved his bat, but another stopped him.

"No no no....not like that" he said, confusing his friends.

Mikey moved his hands towards his sore throat, comforting it.

He rolled up his sleeves. "I want him to enjoy this"

"Eugh- nbhhh..." he croaked, tears slipping down his torn up mask. Scaring his brothers more.

Mikey was no wall but he definitely wasn't a big cryer either.
Mikey fell into his hands, bending down a bit. Starting to sob.

"Mikey! Mikey, it's okay! We're right here!"

"I know. I know.." Mikey strained. "I...I-I just I thought..."

"....g...guys..." Mikey teared up. His vision going even hazier than before. He heard more commotion but he couldn't make it out.
His hands dropped as his knees went numb.

"I-I thought I was gonna die!..." Mikey almost wailed.

He trembled.
That feeling. The feeling of thinking he was never gonna wake up again, never seeing anyone he ever loved ever again.
The feeling of it being over. Really really over.

Mikey felt a weight on his already injured stomach, he peeked his eyes open and saw the fat ass sitting on top of him.
He tried to throw a punch but it felt like his limbs were nailed to the ground.
The man wrapped his hands around Mikey's neck, pressing tighter and tighter.
His eyes blew up, grasping at the thugs hands, squirming under him.

He dug his fingers into-

His brothers pulled him up, exposing his tear filled face.Pulling him in for a big hug.

"You're not dead. That's what matters" Leonardo assured him.

"Yeah don't get all Debbie downer on us now" Don smiled at him.

"y...yeah" Raph sighed in agreement.

"Hah!..." Michelangelo got a laugh through his tears. "You guys are so sappy..." he wiped his face.

They broke the hug.

"I just went out for some air...and it got all crazy" he shook his head.

"Hey man, don't mention it. It happens." Leonardo rubbed his head.

"Don't even think about it. We'll figure it out tomorrow." Raphael patted his back.

Mikey looked down to see that all his brothers had started crying themselves. He gave a weak smile.

That laugh. That sick laugh. The man held onto him tighter.
Mikey's mind went arye. Darkness swelling his sight as the world went more and more silent. He shut his eyes.

"G...g.."

He thought about his family. His friends. His life.

Memories of Leo, Don, Raph, Splinter, April, Casey, Everyone filled his mind.
He wasn't ever gonna see them again was he? Was he?

Hah...they'd get so mad. But they'd probably make fun of him later on. A trained from birth ninja Getting killed by random dragon scum. That's priceless! Pfft.

...ugh no. He couldn't really go like that. God what would his brothers do without him. If he wasn't there to lighten the mood they'd just be a bunch of sad dorks with weapons.

Leo would get all serious and stuff, blaming himself and going all in on training and stuff.
Raph would probably
Don probably would stop making inventions all together without his needed motivation and innovation.
Oh gosh Raph would miss him the most. That big softie. Hah...

Mikey felt some motion in his hands again.
The weight on his throat seemed lighter.

Mikey slammed his hands onto both sides of the man's face. He heard him scream, the weight on his chest was lighter now.
He mustered all the strength he had and grabbed a spare smoke bomb from under his mask and threw it down, covering the whole alley in smoke.

And just like that he was gone. He escaped to the roof luckily enough, confusing and angering the crowd of purple dragons below.
The ninja laughed lightly, stumbling back and falling on his backside.

Mikey leaned on them, shutting his eyes. His brothers grabbed him and laid him on the bed carefully.
He heard them talking but he was too tired to listen. He felt them start to work on his injuries.

Hah....good thing he always keeps a spare huh?