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Here’s another snippet of my AU, Familia: Gone in a Flash!! This one’s the angsty piece that I drew up a few weeks ago, so be prepared, there’s tons of whump 😅😂

Heart lurching into her windpipe faster than a runaway train, Katie suddenly lost the ability to breathe. “Oh my God!” She almost dropped her gun in her panic, shoving past Traximus immediately as she broke into a sprint. “MY BOYS!”

She tried the door. No dice; it had been locked. Trying to pry the latch of the handle she pushed against it with all her bare strength, grunting and growling with the strain. The muscles in her neck and biceps popped, her blood was racing, adrenaline kicking into overdrive to keep her moving.

“Stand back!“ Traximus moved her aside, bracing his hands into the steel bar and wrenching it upwards, metal groaning under his clutches. The Triceraton wasted no time in ripping the latch off with a terrible scream of titanium being shredded apart, the sound rattling her skull with a vengeance.

She slammed her shoulder into the decrepit door, smashing it wide open with an all-too loud crash. Metal hinges screeched in protest from the impact, rusty screws popping free and flying in random directions. Katie moved through the shadowy entrance with haste, heart palpitating, blood racing. Nothing was on her mind. She couldn’t think straight.

Nothing mattered except getting her boys home. Put the mission first. Put the kids first.

Get them home above all else.

Protect and Serve.

The mantra rooted itself into her core. No amount of time that passed would erase the fundamental purpose of what created her, drove her, gave her the means to keep fighting. The boys had changed her. Leo, Donnie, Raph, Jason�� they’d given her what she’d been denied her entire life.

They had given her the chance to be a mom.

And they were depending on her to get them out of here. Now more than anything, she couldn’t let herself get tangled in that anger.

Katie clutched her pistol in an iron grip, white-knuckled, the trigger pressing down ready to fire at a moment’s notice. Moving through a disgustingly messy floor where debris and planks of wood were left scattered, the detective looked around with urgency, emerald eyes piercing the darkness. “BOYS!?”

Her voice bounced off the walls. Nothing.

“BOYS!” She bellowed again, voice cracking. “BOYS I’M HERE!”

Again, no response other than the echo of her cries taunting her.

Por favor, no. Don’t let them be dead. A terrible chill grabbed her shoulders and shook her like a rag-doll. Please don’t let them be dead. Please don’t let me be too late. Not again.

“DONATELLO!” Katie called desperately. “LEONARDO! RAPHAEL!” Swallowing a sob to repress the daunting horror threatening to eat her alive she cried out, “JASON! MIJO!”

Dead silence was her reply.

She advanced further into the warehouse, gun still clutched fiercely in two trembling hands. “BISHOP! COME OUT AND FUCKING FACE ME, YOU COWARD!”

Katie looked around the vacant space. It was cleared out, all remnants of shattered glass from the skylight windows or the concrete rubble pushed aside to create some kind of arena. Metal pipes blocked off an emergency fire exit, welded together to form a blockade that sealed the automatic doors shut from the inside. Something suspicious that caught her eye was a rigging system of some kind tethered to the far left side of the room, a pulley leading towards the ceiling.

Before she could investigate, Traximus shouted in pain from somewhere in the darkness behind her.

Red flags shot up in her the back of her head, hairs on her neck rising. Cocking the safety off her pistol she whirled around, gun raised and ready to fire. “TRAX?!“

“Unfortunately he can’t come to your aid, Detective.”

Katie’s body went stone cold, cementing her where she stood. Slinking into view in what little light there was coming from the holes in the threadbare roof, Bishop almost seemed to blend in with the shadows, his suit granting him complete secrecy. Sunglasses still hiding his sinister eyes, the agent dragged a prone Traximus with him on the floor, the Triceraton wrapped in thick cables that hummed with electric energy. The warrior still attempted to struggle against his bonds, snarling with anger as he desperately tried to fight back.

Bishop dropped the mighty gladiator to the dusty floor, stepping around the bulkier alien as he approached the woman who aimed a gun straight towards his skull. A callous smirk oozing with a sick sense of intrigue greeted her, his demeanor cocky and arrogant as though his presence was enough to put the fear of God into her. “I almost expected you not to turn up. But here you are! Punctual and with not a second to spare.”

Katie bared her teeth with a silent fury that was drowning her soul. Every fiber in her body roared, demanding blood, demanding retribution, craving the urge to rip this man to pieces for all he’d put her boys through. “Where are they?”

Bishop smirked. “The mutants are alive. Although I’m quite surprised that you didn’t locate them sooner.”

What? Katie leveled her gun to aim for Bishop’s chest, unwilling to take her gaze off him for even a moment, lest he try to attack. “I’m not here to play anymore games, asshole! What did you do to them!?”

The bastard actually started chuckling to himself. Reaching a slender hand to push his sunglasses up higher to rest on the bridge of his nose, the agent shook his head as if he were talking down to a child. “You know, you claim to be clever. But when the cards are down you’re no more than a fumbling buffoon who can’t keep a lid on her anger. It was so easy. All I had to do was take away the thing you held close and watch the fireworks. Humanity is fed by the need to control, to dominate, to learn what we cannot understand. But you, Detective, seem to abandon your human ways in order to protect creatures that only carry a fraction of our intelligence.” His gaze drifted towards her pistol. “The shaking of your firearm proves my point.”

“FUCK OFF!” Taking a step forward to disguise her weakness, Katie shouted at the bigot with a snarl. “Don’t press buttons you aren’t ready to push, coño! Tell me what you did to my boys or so help me—“

Lights flashed on. Out of nowhere there was suddenly blinding rays coming from fixtures in the ceiling, rendering the woman stunned as her world was filled with black spots that flooded around the edges of her vision. She stumbled, crying out with bewilderment, raising an arm to block the worst of the light.

But above her… she heard noise.

Voices. Garbled, incoherent, panicked… scared. Her head whipped up towards the source of the sounds—

And her mouth dropped open with horror.

Strung fifty feet in the air, dangling like ornaments on a Christmas tree, were her boys. The four of them were bound back to back, each of their cords meeting in the middle to connect to a hook that kept them suspended. Their arms were behind them, strands of rope wrapped around their chests keeping them immobile. Gags had been fixed between their teeth— that explained why she hadn’t been able to hear them.

She spotted Raph first. He was furiously kicking his legs, thrashing and bucking in his restraints like a crazed horse, yelling against his gag with protest as he tried to get loose. Mondo was next to him, sandwiched between Raph and Leon, who was also struggling but not as viciously as Raph. She caught the smallest glimpse of Donnie behind them, the youngest unable to see her, fearfully whimpering. Leon kept looking at the purple masked turtle with great empathy, mumbling what would have been words of comfort to a version of his brother he’d grown close to. It broke her heart.

Mondo’s face was slick with tears streaming down his cheeks— bulbous yellow eyes were bloodshot and puffy, like he’d been weeping for hours. His voice was somehow the loudest against the chorus of muffled noises in the group, little legs flailing around in blind panic as he shook and swayed against his ropes. Despite the gag she could still hear him crying out ‘Mom’ to the best of his ability.

Some kind of primal instinct was awakened at that moment. Feral in nature, rabid, wild, manic. An untapped emotion that had never made itself known until now. Baring her teeth she whirled towards Bishop— the mother fucker actually looked amused by the mayhem he’d caused, the genuine fear he’d put into her kids— and she cocked the gun towards his temple, expression contorted into one of malice. “LET THEM GO!”

“Don’t be so brash.” Bishop tutted. “You wouldn’t shoot me.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” She challenged through clenched teeth. “I kill you and the game’s over. You don’t get to destroy any more families.”

“Only I have access to the pulley keeping your precious ‘boys’ from turning into heaps of splattered brains and viscera,” Bishop caught the stunned silence from the woman, gesturing to the rigging system. “This building was constructed one hundred and seventeen years ago. The safety codes aren’t what they are currently to our standards. One little nudge— one misplaced bullet, perhaps— can shatter the pulley’s chain and send the mutants plummeting. Not even you can stop it.”

“Don’t fuck with me.” Katie cocked the pistol, disengaging the safety. “I got them away from you once.”

“And can you help them get away from certain death?” Bishop taunted, taking slow, calculated steps towards her while she fought to maintain her composure. “A fall from that high can kill a regular human being. Think about what kind of damage it could have on a turtle shell or a gecko cranium. I’m told terrapins don’t have spines, but… there’s only one way to find out now, isn’t it?”

Katie’s hands shook madly around the pistol. “You’re bluffing.”

“Am I?” Bishop dared. “Go on. Shoot me, Detective,” he approached casually, hands folded behind him until he was well within reaching distance. “You made such a farce, after all! Why should you have to wait any longer?” He leaned forward just a margin, allowing the barrel of her pistol to press into the center of his forehead. “By all means! Do it! Show your dear mutant children how much of a hero you are! But if your shot should slip and strike the pulley… that would be a waste.”

Her heart was beating madly in her ribs. One finger threatened to press the trigger, but her anxiety made her freeze. Bishop could have been bullshitting her. He was a manipulative bastard with the greatest silver tongue on the planet. He’d say anything to mess with her head to second guess herself. Katie’s eyes flickered upward to check on the kids, trying to gauge if the hook keeping them suspended was at risk of potential damage—

Taking her eyes off of Bishop was a mistake.

He moved so fast the human eye couldn’t catch the rush of movement, the sudden blur of black jolting her into shock as he reeled a fist back and made a devastating blow to the bottom of her jaw, knocking her off balance. The bone beneath the skin cracked upon impact, loosening several teeth. It struck the pistol out from her hands, the weapon flying far out of reach. Another hard kick to her gut threw the woman into a crate somewhere beyond the reaches of the spotlight. Sections of her spine crackled instantly.

“And here I thought you were smarter than that!” Bishop laughed at her expense. Picking herself upright she ground her jaw together, every fiber in her body urging her to bludgeon the bastard.

Ripping her cardigan off and discarding it to the wayside, she balled her hands into fists and bellowed at the top of her lungs. “TRY ME, MOTHER FUCKER!” She took a running start as she reeled a fist back to land as solid right hook to his left cheekbone, whipping his head to the side.

Bishop looked at her, fingers raising to touch the developing bruise on his face. A coy smirk rode up his lips. “All that bravado for one punch,” he scoffed, sending icy chills down her spine.

She went to hit him again, only to be blocked. Her swings and jabs were shoved aside as if she were just a kid flailing her arms. His timing was almost infallible; catching her blind spots faster than the human eye could process, calculating her punches and where she was going to land them. If she got lucky enough to hit an area that she suspected was weak, he brushed it off and doubled down with a harder blow. It made her question whether or not he was a robot.

Katie barely managed to maneuver herself up and out of the way of another incoming kick that shattered another crate where she’d been thrown into. Her eyes fluttered, blood oozing out of split lips and shredded skin, struggling to push herself up to her knees to get her bearings. In the clearing she could hear Traximus shouting for her to run, but overhead the boys were screaming.

“Come on, Detective,” Bishop used her title like a slur, spitting it out as though it were a rotten taste left on his tongue. He advanced, shadows cascading sharp features with harsh contours, razor-like against his thin frame. His sunglasses were off, tucked safely into a breast pocket in his jacket, beady orbs wickedly stunning through heavy gradients of black. “I thought you wanted to put me down. Here’s your opportunity!”

She scrambled to her feet— blood rushed to her head, dizziness colliding into her frontal lobe. Staggering, she blinked the spotty blur out of her vision with a fierce shake to snap herself out of it. Don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall over goddamn it. Spitting out the coppery liquid that saturated her mouth Katie squinted through the pain, gritting aching teeth, clenching her fists to position herself to take a boxer’s stance. “Don’t… count me out… just yet…”

Bishop’s face twisted— gone was the arrogant charade he was putting on, in its place was a mask of ominous intent. Hardened. “You still persist in the face of defeat. You threw away humanity’s interest in favor of playing house with FREAKS. You shame your badge by sullying it with your sins.”

There was a thick silence that separated them as dense as fog. For a few minutes Katie hadn’t moved, didn’t speak, just… stared at him with brilliant emerald eyes. She hung her head, hair shading a bloody brow as her shoulders began to shake. Bishop pondered if she had started weeping…

But was left baffled when she started keening with laughter.

It was a creaky sound that ripped her throat, full-chested with purpose as the woman practically shrieked uproariously in the face of the sociopath. Bracing her hand against her diaphragm she doubled over, clutching at the skin as if trying to keep it at bay.

Finally, she found her voice. “You think… you think that shit means anything to me? That I give a flying fuck what YOU or other bigots believe? You sound just like my stepmother! Preaching what you don’t understand to simple minded assholes who think acting like animals to other sentient beings is the answer to all your problems! I’d give up my badge in a goddamn HEARTBEAT if it meant I can give those boys the life they deserve! I’ve lived my entire career defending those who couldn’t protect themselves. I’ve watched good cops get killed trying to serve their community. I’ve seen really shitty felons get off scot-free while the families they tore apart have to grieve the loss of a loved one who was butchered just for fun. My badge is my duty to everyone. ANYONE.”

Her fingers dug into the depths of her belt, keeping him talking. A few more inches. “Those boys are my purpose. They deserve to have a life.”

Bishop’s lips curled with disgust. “They’re MUTANTS—“

“They’re children!”

“You’re insane if you believe this rhetoric! Do you honestly think those abominations are capable of blending in to our society?!”

“YES!” Fingertips brushed against the hidden item lodged between her holster and belt. Just a little more. “Why are you so adamant that they can’t?!”

“THEY DO NOT BELONG!” Bishop exclaimed. “Mutants take and destroy all they touch! They’re ravenous! Once they infect one, they infest all! They can’t be allowed to roam this planet! Humans won’t be safe until every single one of them are purged from this soil!” His eyes narrowed ruefully. “And I’ll kill anyone who stands in my way.”

Katie’s lips drew back into a thin line, glaring daggers at the nutcase. “Huh. Well.” Her hand found purchase around the familiar wooden grip of her concealed weapon. “Not me.”

She pounced. She ripped her butterfly knife out of her belt, leaping forward like a spring having been wound too tight. Snapping the blade free with a flick of her wrist, Katie twirled it in her fingers as she tackled Bishop to the wall and, steeling her resolve, plunged it several inches deep into his bicep.

Incensed, Bishop grabbed her face, trying to push her away. Katie bit his fingers just as they attempted to go for her eyes. She drove her knee into his sternum to knock the air out of his lungs, throw him off balance, do something to hinder him from going after the kids. The more time he spent focusing on killing her, the safer the boys would be.

Bishop grabbed her hair, yanking her head back to rip her off of him, in doing so he tore several pieces of black strands free in his iron fist. When her throat was exposed he punched the weak spot where her windpipe was located. She choked, staggering, releasing the agent to try and retreat, but he was faster even with a knife stuck in his arm. He grappled her around the waist, using the momentum to drag her across the floor until he bodily rammed her into a steel beam near the pulley system, rattling both her bones and the support structure.

Katie coughed out blood through clenched teeth, stifling a scream. Two ribs cracked from within her chest. Her head whipped back from the blow and hit the beam, creating a terrible headache that shook her entire skull. The world started to tilt on its axis…

His hands grabbed both sides of her head. Fingers dragging into her scalp Bishop delivered a powerful head-butt to her forehead, crashing their foreheads together. That caused her senses to become nullified, rendering her stunned. He reeled her head back a second time to land devastating punches to her face, over and over, breaking her nose in the process, painting his knuckles with her blood. He seized her shoulders and threw her to the floor, kicking the woman in the abdomen to send her rolling across the ground and back into the clearing where everyone could see her.

“YOU DEPLORABLE BASTARD!” Traximus roared, fighting the electric cords that kept him pinned. “YOU HAVE NO HONOR! FIGHTING YOUR OPPONENT WHEN THEY’RE DEFENSELESS! YOU COWARD!”

“Coming from an alien whose entire race threatened to conquer Earth when humans were defenseless,” Bishop stepped into the center, slammed a foot deep into the depths of Katie’s abdomen and digging his heel in. She tried to reach up to grab at his leg, but he swatted it away. “Don’t worry. Your death will be painless, if you’re lucky.”

“My… life… means… nothing,” Katie rasped between shaky breaths. “Those kids… matter more… to… me.” She spat a mouthful of bright crimson onto his pristine leather loafers, lips cracking a wicked smirk at his expense. “More… than… a shit stain… like you… I bet… your dear old daddy… never loved you either… eh, fuck face?”

Bishop wasn’t impressed by the snide remarks. Instead, he knelt down close, heel sinking deeper into her gut, pressing her down into the floor. Leaning close he whispered in her ear. “Projecting your own problems onto me won’t save you. And those mutants are worth nothing.” He raised himself back up to straddle her, pinning the beaten detective as she writhed to break free. “It is adorable that your delusions tell you otherwise.”

He began to pummel her without a second thought.

Overhead the boys were still causing a ruckus, either shouting or screaming, thrashing wildly in a vain effort to get free. Raph was swinging back and forth, slamming into Leo, knocking him against Donnie as Mondo wept. The gecko made every attempt he could to wriggle loose, even if it meant certain doom by doing so, but he’d been bound so tight it was digging into his being with no mercy. Not once did he stop crying out for his ‘mom’.

Not even Leo was trying to hide the frantic terror that was etched in his features; having to turn his face away from the brutal beatings, flinching each time a bone popped or Katie yelped. Donnie was deathly silent throughout the sadistic process, internally grateful to not have to bare witness to the graphic display of casual violence. Raph was swearing at the top of his lungs, muffled death threats and curses blocked by the fabric cinched in his teeth, the ropes scratching his skin to the point of soreness and rubbing it raw.

The beating went on for fifteen minutes. It felt like a lifetime.

“Admit it!” Bishop punched the woman across the jaw. His pale knuckles were dripping with blood. “You failed these mutants the same way you failed your partner!”

“D-Don’t—“ Katie was cut off by a devastating punch to her cheekbone for a hundredth time.

“You failed your badge. Your rank. Your family.” Bishop grabbed her by the collar and hoisted her up halfway to meet his gaze, the motion of which made her queasy. “Those freaks.”

He dropped her back to the floor. “You’re a disgrace to those you claim you defend. You think you’re bettering yourself? Look in the mirror. All I see is a desperate cry for attention coming out of an alcoholic mess who pretends to play mother to a group of rejected monsters, thinking the entire time she’s doing the right thing.”

A hand snatched her by the hair, rag-dolling her across the floor. Her fingers dug themselves into the dirt stubbornly to try and root herself down, to stop this deranged lunatic from hauling her around. Colors blurred throughout her bloodied eyes, swirling into a cacophony of delirium that threatened to engulf her consciousness and devour her whole. The bones in her right arm were brittle. Her chest was battered, ribs most likely cracked or fractured. She didn’t even want to imagine what her face looked like…

Bishop continued monologuing as though she gave a minute shit as to what he was talking about. “I’ve dedicated hundreds of years to eliminating alien threats that put humanity at risk. I’ve devoted thousands of hours into my efforts to kill any unwanted creature who poses a threat. I’ve spent millions putting my plans into fruition. I’m a man with a purpose to destroy all who seek to stop my goals. Your death will be no different. Nobody shall grieve your loss when I fill your heart with premium lead! YOU’RE PATHETIC!”

He threw her into a table set off to the side, her body crashing down through the flimsy furniture. There was no energy to move, no last second surge of adrenaline. All her strength had been depleted. The ability to breathe became strenuous…

Her half-lidded gaze lifted back towards the boys, all of whom still fought like hell and screamed. Leo could no longer withstand the stress, weeping quietly. Donnie was still turned away from the chaos unfolding, but she could hear him crying for her. Raph somehow was getting louder, almost verbal beneath the gag as he shouted and began to beg, sounding desperate.

Mondo had gone quiet. His golden eyes were glued to her, bloodshot, unable to look away. Soft sniffles cut through the quiet that rung in her ears, deafening from afar. My baby, she wanted to comfort. Mijo…

This couldn’t be how it ended. She couldn’t allow this lunatic to take her boys. She couldn’t let him gleefully drag the kids to lord knows where to be experimented on like science class frogs.

Glassy orbs drifted to the left, aimless. A warm stream of red trickled along the bridge of her nose. I can’t die here. I can’t die. I can’t. I can’t… Tears would have shown themselves had her eyes not been so badly beaten. My boys…

Something glistened in the corner of her delirious vision. Numbly confused, Katie tilted her head enough to gauge what it was that had caught her attention.

Her heart thudded, fast pulses bashing her body like a bull in a caged-in fence.

The kids’ weapons. All discarded like trash in a garbage bag; Mondo’s darts, his skateboard, Leo’s ōdachi, Donnie’s bō and sound channeling headphones, Raph’s sai.

All within reach, unseen in the darkness by Bishop.

Fucking MORON.

She kept the blank expression of agony on her face as he drew near, his hands gripping her own pistol to deal the killing blow. He towered above the woman, a devilish grin of sick satisfaction crawling on a face only a mother could love. “Poor Kathrine. You spent your entire existence running from your problems, but you were too slow to avoid the outcome of your consequences. Rest assured that I’ll personally see to your tombstone.” He cocked the hammer of the gun. “‘Here lies Officer McAndrews! Wasted potential! A crossbreed discarded by her own father! Unloved! Unwanted!” He scoffed, leveling the gun to aim for her heart. “Unneeded.’”

A voice in the back of her head shrieked; MOVE.

Time slowed to a screeching halt.

There was an earth-shattering bang from the pistol. Donnie screamed.

Silence crept throughout the warehouse for eternity.

Bishop’s eyes were popping out of his head, jaw slack, his body rigid where he stood. Unable to scream from the shock of what had just transpired…

Because despite having been shot in the torso, Katie was clinging to him, digging one of Raph’s sai deep into the fragile tissue and muscle of his throat, blood spilling across his suit and her chest.

There was a savagery in her facial expression, canines bared like a lion, a madness in her eyes that blazed hotter than the sun itself. Against all the agony running through her broken body she lifted her other arm to properly grip the sai in both hands, shoving it farther into his throat to sever the windpipe. He choked, trying to push her away but finding himself trapped by her deathlike hold.

“You… won’t…” she slurred, twisting the sword breaker in her fists. “Touch… my… boys!”

She ripped it free. A waterfall of crimson gushed from the fatal injury, the agent coughing and gagging, clutching at his throat as though it would staunch the blood flow. His wild, manic eyes fell upon her, disdain in his snarl as he reached towards her, slipping to his knees until he ultimately collapsed to land on his back.

Katie wasted no time; adrenaline this rampant wouldn’t last long in her condition. She grabbed the garbage bag, stumbling towards Traximus, who was staring up at her with disbelief. Using the blood-soaked sai she snagged the electric cord under its prongs and broke his bonds free.

“Go…” she wheezed, the sai slipping out of her fingers, clattering uselessly at their feet. “Th’ kids…” she buckled dangerously to the side, eyelids fluttering as her feet fell from under her.

“NO!” Traximus caught her before she could slam into the concrete, her body too heavy in his arms as she continued to bleed. “Steady, Kathrine! You must hold on!”

“My boys…” she breathed, airy in tone as she fought the temptation to fall asleep. “Get… m’ boys…”

Traximus looked as though he wanted to protest, but one cautionary glance cast towards the bullet wound and he softened significantly. “… I shall have them free in moments.” He settled her against a small wooden crate, tender in his mannerisms to ease her pain. Then he was gone from her field of view, dashing to the pulley.

From there, a dull buzz filled her hearing. Katie’s body felt… strange. It was heavy, stiff, unwilling to respond. Weighed down by tremendous amounts of pressure leaning into her chest, feeling the sticky blood racing along the curves of her arm, her stomach, her gaping bullet wound. She was also unnaturally tired; sluggishness ebbed away at her senses, as if water was rushing in her ears to drown out all noise surrounding the immediate area.

As though the tidal wave of a grand tsunami has taken hold of her, gradually the world began to ripple into a series of black and white dots that spun around her vision, draining everything of it’s natural colors only to leave it in bland dreariness of monotone gray. Was death this calm? Was it always so bleak? So unsettling?

Katie’s heart was still pulsing to deliver blood to her organs, slower in rhythm, the body shutting down. What good would it do to a woman on death’s door?

Suddenly hands were on her arm, pulling, pleading, imploring. Her emerald orbs fell upon the bulbous eyes of Mondo, newly freed but opening sobbing. Bold, vivid eyes stood out in her world like a lighthouse trapped in a hurricane. Behind him limped Raph, whose biceps and wrists were scarlet and slightly bloody, vibrant in the gray background. He’d fought like a madman. There was a genuine horror that painted his brown irises…

“MOM!” Mondo wept, clutching her arm with all the strength he could muster as if willing her to stand. “MOM! Please, get up! Get up!”

“M’jo…” words were mumbled under her breath, too soft for anyone to catch.

Suddenly blue and purple came into the mix— Donnie’s face turned sickly, his mouth drawing shut, looking faint. Leo wasn’t faring much better, eyes pinned to the detective with a horrified expression; his hand was gripping a particularly gnarly gash on his shoulder she hadn’t spotted. Traximus was back, kneeling at her side. Now her field of vision became filled with orange and yellow and black, voices clamoring for dominance in her ears.

“— go to a hospital!”

“She doesn’t have that chance, her ribs—!”

“Mom please don’t die please please please I don’t wanna lose you—“

“What’re we gonna do?!”

“Do we have any backup spots?!”

“Kathrine stay with us!”

It became too much to listen to, eyes flickering between the young faces of her boys to Trax. I love you guys, she wanted to say. Don’t worry about me. Take care of each other.

A figure moved in the background. Behind Leo and Donnie, far in the dark where she’d shanked the fucker, Katie’s gaze caught onto the lumbering form of—

Her voice cracked, blood gurgling in her mouth as a strangled shout crawled its way out of her. “NO…!”

All five heads snapped up at her urgent tone. Slowly turning their eyes towards the source of her alarm, everyone present was left speechless as their hunter staggered into frame… alive.

Bishop was holding his throat, blood gushing through clenched fingers, huffing and puffing, sweat sticking to his brow. His teeth were bared, looking monstrous. Appearing as if he’d come right out of a slasher film, the sociopath stood with hatred in his eyes as he crooned in a voice not his own, “You… fucking… bitch…!”

Raph seized his sai, clutching them tight as he attempted to take up a fighter’s stance. Donnie dropped to his knees, too terrified to move. Mondo clung to Katie like a lifeline, the woman weakly draping her arm around his back to bring him close to shield him. Traximus became something of a hulking barrier, standing in front of the children and fallen woman with determination.

“You… all…” Bishop removed his hand from his throat, exposing a grizzly stab wound that was somehow stitching itself back together. Muscle, veins, skin started to form around the area where he’d been impaled as though nothing had occurred. “I’m going… to rip… each and every one of you to pieces…!”

The ramping tension finally shattered. At his breaking point, grabbing his ōdachi in a fit of desperation, Leonardo screamed at the top of his lungs with a voice that was heavy with despair. The boy had an ironclad hold of his sword, charging forward, ignoring the startled cries of his friends and wounded caretaker. Bishop smirked, crouching as if to pounce.

But Leo swung his sword. An electric blue magic fizzled in the air. It crackled like thunder ripping across a stormy sky as a vividly bright portal separated Bishop from the group.

Leo looked back towards the others and cried out. “GO!”

Nobody waited a second further.

Traximus gathered Katie into his arms and dashed for the portal, Mondo sprinting right behind him. Donnie seized the garbage bag filled with their weapons and made a break for it. Raph took the rear to protect the younger of the group. The red eared slider glared at the agent with a curdling fury, the sword in his hand twitching with potent energy that sparked at his fingertips. No words were spoken, but the defiant sneer on his face spoke for him; Don’t ever let me see you again.

It wasn’t until everyone was through that Leo himself fell into the exit, the madman’s scream of outrage following them as it faded without a trace.

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