TMNT-Dark side

Bad End 4

A/N: This continues after Raph is almost stabbed by Dark Mikey, only the overdrive doesn't happen like Donnie and Wisdom thought it would. I'm bad at describing dead bodies. Or getting hurt Or fighting. As you can tell. So I'm not really going to describe much about death and how they look and die and that jazz okay? Okay. I'll pass thanks 😂

I do not want to describe how the turtles look after getting mauled by Dark Mikey. No. Just no. I don't even want to think about it. Oh I'm giving you spoilers. Oops. :p but you all knew this ending was coming so. HERE WE GO :D (I just watched Antman. It destroyed my feels. I need help. Because it foreshadows him joining Cap in Civil war. I can't. Im excited. Guys I need help...)

He grins in Satisfaction. He took his time with the turtles, just like he said he would. The floor is stained red. He likes that colour. It makes him feel sane. Red. So much red everywhere. He laughs.

First he finished off April. He decided not to stab Raphael. It wouldn't be fun to kill him off first, no. So he took the girl instead. She was half conscious, but she would have to do. She was the weakest and least important to him after all. He made her death long and painful. All the turtles were begging him to stop as she screamed. Donatello sounded the most upset. He just giggled with glee and carried on.

Soon she was a bloody mess on the floor and he stopped to leave her to bleed the rest of her life away slowly. He was sure she had a collapsed lung. Did he do that? Oops. Oh well... That was just too bad. Next he targeted Donatello. Already, grief stricken, Donatello hardly screamed or yelled. Which upset him greatly. He ended his life quickly. No fun dragging out the death if they wouldn't be polite and scream.

Leonardo and Raphael. Who to choose? Both had tears streaming down their faces as they begged for Dark Mikey to stop, pleading and trying to get the real Mikey out. Hah. As if that would ever happen. He decided to go for Raphael. Wouldn't it be more fun for Leonardo to watch all his loved ones go before he did?

Raphael's death was nice. He fought. He struggled. He spat and kicked and squirmed. A fighter. He liked that. Even his screams were pleasing. It was music to his ears. That. Accompanied with Leonardo's crying in the background made it all the more enjoyable. He had no idea how long Raphael's death took, but it was by far the longest. He moved on to Leonardo. Leonardo had already given up. His head hung down, tears hitting the ground as guilt flowed through him.

"Poor Leonardo," he teased. "Not able to save his friends. Oh well. I'll ease your pain, brother. Say goodnight,"
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Oh that Bloodbath was a good one
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He decides not to kill off the emotions. Better to let them sit and watch as he spread his chaos everywhere. It would be more fun. For him at least, to hear them as they tried to reason with him to stop, and when they realised they wouldn't be able to do anything.

He stares at his work. His masterpiece. Keeps the bandanas of the turtles and the headband of April. He should keep souvenirs of everybody he kills. He grins at the thought. He would need room after room to store all the "Souvenirs" at that rate. No matter. It shouldn't be a problem to find any.

The emotions scream. Or at least whoever' left of them. Anger and Sadness are gone. Their powers are his now. And he is free. He enjoyed the game. He wonders how much more fun he'll have on the outside.

Casey Jones. That's who he sees when he wakes up. Casey Jones sitting on a chair, sleeping. So calm. Peaceful. He would make his death painful, but he has to be quick. There's no time to waste. He's upset about the lost opportunity but shakes it off. He'll have plenty more chances in the future. He rips off his IV tube.

Casey is taken care of quickly, left breathing his last breath, blood pooling on the ground where he lies. He cleans his dagger on the bedsheet of the bed he woke up in. Too much blood isn't too good. He'd grab more weapons later from the Dojo. That would make it more fun as he tried different ways to kill with different things. The thought makes him giddy with excitement.

He exits Donatello's lab and enters the dojo. Beneath the tree sits Splinter, the bodies of the turtles and April laid out. Splinter cries, clutching a photo album. Ah. He's lost the only family he has left. How upsetting. It won't matter anymore, because he would help end his 'father's' pain. He would end pain everywhere. No one would have to live in the cruel world anymore. No one would have to deal with life's crap.
The way he saw it, he was a hero.

His eyes shine with madness as he clutches the blade. A psychotic grin spreads slowly across his face as he approaches slowly, the moonlight entering the Dojo causing the blade to glint.  Splinter is too engrossed in grieving. He makes his presence known. "Hello Master Splinter."

Splinter turns.

Red is a nice colour.