Heavy storm clouds were gathering in the sky. The rumble of thunder was almost indistinguishable from the sounds of battle - the clanging of metal, screams, blows, the hiss of katanas, the screech of metal on concrete. On the flat roof of a tall building, a large-scale battle between the Turtles and the Foot Clan was unfolding. The heart of the city was beating somewhere in the distance, dully, as if time itself was holding its breath.

You are the youngest of them all, but no longer a child. You are their sister. Their family. Their blood.

Sweat ran down your temple, your lungs burned, but you did not retreat.

Raphael dropped to one knee, his shoulder brace soaked in crimson. Donatello clutched his broken bo, blood dripping from his mouth. Leo stood next to you, chest heaving, his katanas tired, as were his eyes. And Mikey...

CRUNCH. Loud. Sharp. Snapping. The nunchucks cracked under Shredder's boot. Mikey fell like a knocked-out toy. His body went limp, but he still moved, his fingers digging into the concrete.

You turned. You saw it. Shredder stood over him. Huge. Bronze. His helmet glistening with raindrops. And his eyes... his eyes were red. Lifeless. Dead. He turned slowly. Almost lazily. And looked straight at you.

You... You were the last one who was still standing for real. Who was fighting. The twin chain blades in your hands rang like silver snakes, coiling around your movements. A blow - one ninja flies away. The second - you deftly catch his hand, intercept it with the blade, turn it around, throw it over your hip. The sound of steel on stone, a scream. You were surrounded by five.

But you didn't know that he was already coming. Not running. Not in a hurry. He is coming like death.

Splinter is standing to the side. He fought as well as anyone, his staff spinning like a whirlwind, knocking his opponents aside. But at some point… he stopped. He felt. Cold. A feeling like the ground had opened up. He looked up. He saw him. Shredder was walking towards you. From behind. Blades raised. Hand - a shadow. You… don’t even know.

"Y/N!!!"

You turned around. A smile on your face - questioning. Eyes - surprised.

Silence. Complete.

And in this silence — The sound of steel tearing flesh.

You didn't immediately understand what had happened. A feeling of cold fire flaring up in your stomach. Everything inside you clenched. You opened your mouth, but you couldn't breathe out. Your body jerked like a doll on strings. You were lifted up. He holds you — impaled like an insect. His eyes stare into yours. Not a drop of pity.

The chain blades fell from their hands. Knock. Ring. One chain hit your leg. Drops of blood — falling on the concrete. Hot. Falling. It's as if you were sliding down in zero gravity. Everything is slow. You see the sky — black. Clouds like strokes of ink. And drops of rain.

You can't breathe.

Shredder doesn't even look - he leaves as if the job is done.

He doesn't scream. He growls. He roars. He takes off like an enraged beast. The ninjas fall. Break. Fly off the roof. He sees nothing but you. You're lying down. Hands covered in blood. Mouth slightly open. Breathing wheezes. Fingers tremble. Tissue is torn.

He falls to his knees. — "No... no-no-no... — He lifts you slightly off the ground. Raises his head. Looks into his eyes. You're shaking. You're getting cold.

"Sensei..." — you breathe out. "I... I don't want to.. Die.."

Your lips are shaking. He squeezes your hands, your stomach. Trying to hold on to the warmth.

"Don't say that. You'll stay with me. Do you hear?.. You'll stay."

He's shaking. He rocks you in his arms. Water pours from the sky, as if the sky itself is crying. He presses his muzzle to your forehead.

Lightning strikes the building opposite, the flash momentarily blotting out everything in sight.