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a sickly feeling settled into mikey's gut.
his door was left wide open and the sheets looked like they hadn't been slept in.
leo wasn't in there. he left during the night.
leo had been aloof and acted terribly to his siblings lately. he often left the lair, but he hadn't done so without his family knowing.
why would he suddenly need secrecy?
mikey walked stiffly to donnie's door, and opened it.
"hey, d, you gotta wake up. leo's-"
a waft of stench hit his nose and shut him up immediately. alarmed, he reached to flick the light on.
and.
he must've been frozen in that doorway for ages, or only a second. icy hot exploded through his body, into every extremity, every vein in his body, and-
he screamed.
he didn't stop screaming.
even as rough hands pushed him aside.
even as raph fell to his knees.
even as splinter put his arms around him.
he kept screaming.
and the noise didnt stop until his throat gave up on him. the rest of the scream became whistling air through his windpipe.
all three pairs of eyes bare witness to the disaster before them.
on the floor, a knife caked in half-dry blood.
on the bed, a pale carcass with a purple mask.
his throat had been slit in the dead of night.
nobody had woken up because donnie couldn't have yelled. nobody had come to help him in his own home.
secrecy.
leo was still gone.
despite mikey's disbelief, and his desperate try at coming up with an explanation that didnt blame his brother, his intuition kept clawing at him.
and it didnt rest until he thought about leo holding that knife and committing the heinous act.
how vile. yet somehow, he knew it only could have been him.