Even the light holds the dark

Dead

"What just happened... Did, did Mikey just leave us?" Raph seemed to be the most stunned from this, sure he was shocked about his brother and every thing he did to him self, but for him to tell them that this was all there fault, it just really messed him up for some reason. it took a couple minuets for someone to finally respond.
"Ya, he did, Mikey is gone, our little brother is gone." Donnie spoke, standing, staring into space.
"Well what are we waiting for, let's go find him and bring him back again." Leo clenched his fists, angry with himself for not protecting the most vulnerable member of his family. They all ran out of the lair with those words and no one said one thing the entire time.
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Mikey's POV
I walked through the cold ally numerous times, just thinking what if I didn't say anything, if things just stayed were they were. Michelangelo, don't think like that, you don't need them, as long as I'm here I'll protect you, and show you right from wrong, I promise.
"You already hurt me and my family, I did what you said, and I probably just lost my family, when does this helping part come in? Things are worse than before, I just want to go back." I stated yelling at the voice in myself. I told you turtle that I could help you,but since you refuse my offer, be quiet, I don't care how you feel, I need out!
"Out? What do you mean out?" I questioned with out hesitation.
Im what you really want, I'm you, I'm what you really feel.
"That makes no sense, I'm me, and I'm pretty sure I don't want anything you say." I stumbles back from nothing, it was staring to get colder and I was shivering violently. just listen to me
"No! Get away from me!." I yelled, hitting and pounding on my head with my fists. It's no use turtle, I am you
And with that felt my chest tighten and the asphalt meet my knees.
Nobody's POV
The convulsing mutant sat hunched over, grabbing at his chest, withering in pain. Gasps for air escaped his lips, then everything stoped. His hand hit the walk with force gripping it with all his might pulling him self up. A devilish smile appeared across his mouth and his baby blue eyes dilated out to where you saw more blue, nor did you see the usual innocence, those eyes where gone, these eyes where pitch black and corrupted the young turtle. Yes, he still looked like the same Michelangelo, apart from his eyes, but the real Michelangelo, well he was dead.