Rising of the Moon
Chapter 8

Crashing through the next door way. Two doctors took off with the hospital bed that carried the leaf green turtle. Yelling to the nurses that were following next to them, handing the required surgical instruments that they asked for.
"He needs immediate surgery." They rapidly moved him into the room that was reserved specifically for surgery.
Three hours have passed and things slowly started to calm down. The nurse reapplied that mask as she gave the reptile another dose of anesthesia. Whipping the sweat that rolled down the doctores forehead.
"How is he doctor?"
"I don't know how he did it. But I think he's going to be okay."
"It's amazing how he can still be alive."
Michaelangelo awoke suddenly from his sleep when he herd a bump outside. He was almost sure that he might have herd it in his dreams and was just about to fall back to sleep, but that thought was immedaitely pushed aside when a figure walked in front of the door to the garage. He saw a shadowy figure in the window that was placed on a door. The sight freaked him out. The reason both him and Leo moved to the docks nicely place and hidden under the bridge that lead to the highway was because most people didn't notice them there. Though they still runned the side of their home as a garage. They had to make money some way. But the place was so tucked away and not that famous that Michelagelo would have never expected being a target for a ciminal trying to break in. Unless his get away car broke down and they needed to break in to find something to fix it with. 
The thought would have amused him if his heart wasn't beating so fast right then. He thrusted himself up from the bed and balanced out on his feet. He walked over to the closet that was placed beside the wall next to his bed and scrambled through it, taking out one of Leo's spare katanas. Walking cautiously over to the door. He planned it all in his head, open the door and shred the intruder to pieces. Easy. But what confused him more was when the shadow disappeared, it didn't even try to get in, or rattle the door knob.
The sea green turtle waited a few more minutes to make sure the guy wasn't going to come back. He crept up to the door, unlocking it and slowly opening it. He looked around the outside and not a sign of anyone around. He looked down and found what seemed to be his friend and brothers jacket and swords. Nervousness piled high inside of the turtle as he picked them up. His hand traveled all over the steel and cloth till to his horror, found blood stains all over the jacket. Who ever had left this must have done something to Leo and left this for him to find as a warning. At least that's what he always seen in the movies and he had to admit this was resembling a lot to those horror films, much to his discomfort. He went back into the building and laid the belongings of his dearest friend on the blue bed before he quickly dressed himself. Grabbing a sporting black hoodie and putting it on. He went back to the closet and dug through a box he keeps his most prized gift in. His most favorite and skilled weapon; the nunchucks. The handles were wooden and wrapped with orange ribbon. Connected together by a strong chain. He remembered his father giving him these when he was five years old. Around the time he gave Leo his own swords. 
Mikey smiled at the memory's of his father. He was a skilled ninjitsu teacher that owned a school for kids five and up and when him and his brother turned that age they were gifted their weapons as the younger man taught them everything he knew. Their mother had a few of her own skills but she usually was one that didn't like violence in the house. She only knew so much so she could protect herself and her children if necessary. 
The memory's Michelangelo chearished through his and Leo's growing up ran through his head. Causing a small smile to form on his lips. He glanced back at the belongings that came home without it's owner before that smile turned down to a deep frown. He tucked the weapons in his belt before he immediately headed outside. 
His panting turned harsher as he climbed up the next building. He had no clue how long he's been running, but he hasn't given up yet, nor was he planning on stopping any time soon. He was definitely out of shape big time. The last time he trained this intense he was still a young and energetic teenager. Now that he's had his hands full as a mechanic he doesn't have time or the energy to train after wards. Unlike Leo, who works all day and hunts all night. Only getting three to four hours sleep each night. He had no clue how the katana wielding terrapin managed it. 
Mikey barely made it to the next building as he gave a hard jump, but his legs had become so tired that he missed the buildings edge. His feet slipping off and scrapping against the bricks. He caught himself by his arms. Sweat dripped off his forehead as he used whatever strength he had left in him to pull himself back on the roof. He collapsed on the ground in a panting fit, laying there for a few moments as he caught his breath before getting back up and checking on his legs. They were scraped to white and pink and small drops of blood seeped out of the wound, but he was expecting much worse. Taking short and calm breaths, he rolled down his pants leg and got back on his feet. He's been going on for about two hours now and the sun would soon be coming up. 
The sea green reptile leaned against a brick wall that would lead to stairs to go down to the next level. He took out his phone from his pocket and found it was still off. Turning it on and waiting till the home screen came on. Finding the time was five-ish. Instantly an alert popped on, telling him he missed three calls. He hopped up right as his eyes widen with hope. Clicking on the tab and listening to the recording. Finding out that Leonardo was dropped off at the hospital with a serious heart injury and was put under to immediate surgery.
He clicked on the next voice message, telling him that Leo's vitals are stabilizing and is being treated. The next one was just telemarketers as usual. Mikey cursed at them for calling so early before stuffing his phone back into his pocket. He was just about to run in the direction of where the hospital was till he was suddenly blocked by three males; two human and one what looked to be a mutant cheetah. He turned around and was cut off by two more males; one what seemed to look like a mutant muskrat and the other human. 
"Is there something I can help you with?" He asked casually. If he showed any hint of fear in his voice or form they would surely know he was an easy target.
"As a matter of fact, there is." The tallest and bulkiest human of the bunch spoke. "We're kind of hungry, and you see there hasn't been many humans out lately. Then we saw you, and we have never tried turtle before." 
It would figure, he ended up running into a group of vampires. Or more like they ran into him. Sure, he was tained enough to be able to fight any person of any size, but never numbers of them. The most he remembered fighting was three and it still took a lot of strength to take them down.
Michelangelo gulped down the nervousness in his throat, taking a step back. His hands reaching behind his shell and grabbed a hold of the handle of his weapons. Prepared to take it out when needed and that time was now as three of them instantly lundged at him. Forgotten instincts kicked in and he jumped to the side. Taking out his nunchucks as he swung them around. The two left ran at him. He dodged a kick and hit the human in the head while the mutant muskrat attempted a punch only to get his wrists caught in the turtles chains. Mikey pulled hard, yanking the mutant to him and kicking him straight in the gut. He untangled his chains before swiftly turning around only to get a punch to the face that felt like it broke his jaw. He was fortunate enough that it didn't, but it hurt like it did. 
The sea green reptile rolled to the side, avoiding a kick and hopping back on his feet. He sprung up from the ground and hit the human right in the skull with the ball of his foot. Knocking him to the ground. While the left over human and cheetah came barreling at him with fury scratched on their faces. Their fangs were fully out and covered most of their mouth. Drips of sailva falling out. Now he knows what Leo was talking about when he said these vampires were much worse then the ones he would see in the movies. And if just a night of horror films costed him his sleep, he can imagine how many sleepless nights he's going to get now.
Kicking the human aside he gave all his focus on the mutant cat. Course the fact he was both a vampire and a cheetah maximized is ability for speed. Making the fight go more on the cheetah's side.
Mikey survived several kicks by blocking and dodging them. He collapsed on the ground and swept the mutant vampires legs from under him. Michelangelo hopped on his opponent. Holding the chain around his neck till the body beneath him went limp. Before he managed to get off and out, the human that he once kicked away tackled him. Before the vampire could get his fangs onto the reptiles face. He caught the vampires mouth in his chains. The strength was unbelievable and the nunchuck wielder found himself struggling to keep from getting bitten. 
He looked to the side and most of his opponents had gotten back up and was making their way towards him. Murderous looks on their faces. Mikey looked back at the vampire on top of him, trying his best to buck him off, but his efforts had no effect on the monster.
Right then blood chilling screams pierced the air. Though Michelangelo had no clue who or what made the screams but he was fairly certain that it wouldn't be someone friendly. He was getting weaker from the pressure on his arms as his elbows were slowly starting to collapse. Instantly all the vampires weight fell on him, the grip on the chains loosened. Mikey tossed the body off of him only to find a knife stabbed right through him. Blood gushed out of him as the sea green turtle started freaking out. The sight turning his stomach around multiple times. He looked around him and all the vampires he was previously fighting in the same condition. He suddenly felt himself get dissy from the sickening sight as he crawled farther away from the kill scene. Puking whatever was in his stomach from his last meal over the edge and hoping there wasn't anybody at the bottom. Peaking back up and finding another figure standing in the shadows, that faintness hint of red glowing in the moonlight from what looks to be like a couple of mask tails. The figure had glowing red eyes just as a vampire had, and Mikey assumed that he was with the others and any minute he was going to pounce on him, but after a few moments the figure suddenly took off. Mikey watched him run off till he was finally out of his vision. Leaving him there with a million questions going through his head.
For example, why the hell would a vampire want to save him from getting eaten? Why didn't he take him for a meal all by himself after getting rid of the competition? Is he the next Vampire Hunter? Those thoughts subsided when he spotted his phone laying on the ground, lighting up announcing he was getting a call. He quickly pushed himself up on his feet. Failing at the first try before he got up and found his balance enough he could walk correctly. Grabbing the fallen cell and nunchucks he checked the screen and almost throwing the machine down when he found it was another telemarketers call. 
He took off once again from the roofs. The fight wore him out fast and hard that it started to put a harsh strain on his running and he thought he would have to go down to the sidewalks and call for a taxi but the only way down the roves was either go through the whole entire building and most didn't have elevators. While the other way was down the fire escapes and into those creepy dark alley's. Even if it would be for just a minute. You can easily get killed in just a minute. So he decied that he could deal with the heavy work out for now and sleep all day. It took a ten minute run before he eventually arrived at the hospital.
Walking to the front desk and giving the nurse the required information before she told him the update on Leonardo's health. How he barely survived the knife wound, but he's slowly healing and would have to stay in the hospital for a couple day's to make sure he was healing correctly before sending him home. The news devastated him but further more it didn't surprise him any less then when he first found out about Leo's secret night outs. Ever since then he was always afraid something like this was going to happen. Now that a few years have past of getting used to the feeling of the possiblity Leo might not come back home the next night, made the news less surprising. But he had some serious talking to do with his brother when he comes home. And possible grounding him from any patrolling for some nights. Though they were both old enough to make their own decision, when they agreed to stick together instead of moving out separately they had to protect each other, and for Michelangelo, loosing his brother was the worst thing anyone could ever do to him.
So though this punishment seems rather childish for them. It was the best and safest. Besides, Leo will be tuckered out of anything extreme for a week or two till he get's fully healed. So he mine as well take certain privileges from Leo if he's going to be living under the same roof. 
The sea green terrapin walked the lit up streets till he finally arrived at the docks and walked into the garage made for a home. Stripping himself of his jacket and shoes and rested on the end of his bed. His hands clamped together tightly as his elbows laid on his knees. Thoughts rushing through his head. Having to accept the thing his brother does every night was difficult and would have caused a huge drift in their relationship if he hadn't thought about if for as long as he did and didn't chose his words wisely. 
He made it quite clear to Leonardo what he wanted from him and Leo made a promise that nothing would happen to him. Mikey was smart enough to know that there was no way Leo could ever keep his promise, but it gave him confidence that Leo would try his hardest to keep it. That leaf green sword wielding turtle was no promise breaker as long as he can help it. 
Mikey stared at the swords and jacket that were still laying folded nicely on the blue bed across from his before he got up and grabbed onto one of the swords. He found little spots of dried blood on the flat of the blade as well as dirt. He retrieved the familiar cloth and polisher Leo would usually keep in his drawers by his bed and sat back down on his own bed. Slowly and gently he cleaned the precious steel much like Leo would usually do. After years of watching the blue clad turtle do this each night to his most beloved weapons, he got the technique down without even trying. Though Leonardo never allowed Mikey to polish his swords before, mostly because he was afraid that his klutzy brother would end up breaking or staining them in some way that would have been impossible for everyone else.
Michelangelo would have been offended by that if it wasn't true. But he had his balancing moments, and this morning was one of those moments. He was completely serious when he scrubbed the blood off and had no intentions of doing anything terrible to them. Though he never had much intentions before, but he was littler, reckless, and carless, and Leonardo made sure he knew that countless times. The sea green reptile decided this was as good of a time as ever to grow up a little. 
Once he was finished, the steel of the katana was all shiny with not a speak of anything but light and shininess. With a satisfied smile, he laid the weapons back down on Leo's bed and grabbed the jacket and threw it in the wash along with some underwear and jeans. None of them cared about the jacket as much as the swords. It wasn't too hard to find trench coats as that with great quality at a good price. Even if Mikey thought he could have used a new coat years ago, but he wasn't going to argue with his friend about something as that. As long as it doesn't stink the whole garage he doesn't exactly care what his brother wears. 
He took out the first aid kit they usually kept in the cabinet in the bathroom; and sat down on his bed once again. Taking out the things he needed and started cleaning and wrapping his wounds he managed to get from the fight. If Leo ever found out about this, protective big brother mode would show up and then there would go his attempts of talking Leonardo down for his punishments.
Sun raises started showing up through the windows of the garage and brightened the room up with a golden tint. He walked out and found the sun rising above the horizon of the ocean, the sky painted by many colors. He rarely watched sunsets, but this time he could make an exception, mostly because he didn't have much to do now. He took a breath of air, his lungs getting the much needed clean oxygen. Raising his hands above his head, stretching his stiff and hurting body. He would have said this was the beginning of a new day but he had no energy to be able to do anything today that would be considered accomplishing other than sleeping. Cause that's all he was planning on doing. Sleeping never sounded so appealing. Walking back into the garage and collapsing limp like on his orange bed. Not bothering with the covers but just knocking out to a deep sleep.
The new day can wait till tomorrow.