Kill Everybody
Leonardo knew he was too late the moment he saw a rooftop littered with inert bodies.
“Raph! Mikey!” he called out, arriving at the dark unlit scene shrouded with blood scent. “Answer me guys! Where are you?”
A stout figure stepped out from a shadow. “Raph?” Leo breathed out.
“Hey Leo,” a voice much shriller than Raph’s answered.
“Mikey,” Leo smiled in relief. “I came as fast as I could. That phone call and how it got cut off – are you and Raph alright?”
The figure came closer, a strong whiff of blood rolling off of it.
“Mikey?” Leonardo probed. “Are you hurt? Where’s Raph?”
“What do you mean?” the turtle tilted his head. “I am Raph.”
Leo’s breath caught. “No, you’re Mikey.”
“No, I’m Raph,” his brother shook his head, a dark stripe around his eyes glistening with the movement. “Mikey got in a fight. Raph had to jump in and save him. Stupid, stupid Mikey!”
“What happened here? Where is Raph?” Leo asked, more urgently.
“Would you believe that?” the turtle continued unmolested. “Raph even took a knife for Mikey! Here, see it? This one, this one!” he waved a bloodied knife in front of Leo’s eyes. “And he said he was glad it was him instead of Mikey!” He laughed hysterically.
Leo winced and recoiled. “What happened here?” he whispered.
Mikey took Leo’s face in his hand, slick with fresh blood. “I killed everybody,” he sneered. “And I made me a mask from Raph’s blood ‘cause that’s how I became Raph. Oh Leo,” he chuckled madly, “aren’t you glad that Raph’s still alive? Well? A-aren’t you?”
