ένας~
ένας-one
A/n: I came up with the idea at two am when I decided to start over with my writing.
TRIGGER WARNING: Murder, gore, references to rape, suicide references, language, death, and illness
Philia (/ˈfɪljə/ or /ˈfɪliə/; Ancient Greek: φιλία), often translated "brotherly love", is one of the four ancient Greek words for love. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The war sent humanity crumbling. It began in shocks, the first, electricity shut down, the second, disease spread, third, earthquakes that could shake the heavens, and last, the world began to freeze. Humans will finally be shown as what they are; selfish killers. The Hamato brothers were separated after the third shock, Michelangelo in Seborga, Italy, Raphael in Salvador, Brazil, Donatello in Omsk, Russia, and Leonardo alone in New York, The United States. Separation means challenges and leaves each to survive and attempt to reach the others. But with humanity lost and murder a common task, reaching the other's in one piece is the true task at hand.
Some called it The End Of Days, others called it World Depression, some even labeled it the War On Man, whatever it went by, it was chaotic. It wasn't something to be taken lightly, and it wasn't something to laugh at. Lack of preparation meant death, but to others, death as good. It gave them the opportunity to grab supplies and strip the corpse of anything worth taking (which was usually everything). Not many children survived the first two shocks, after the earthquakes, it had been spread that of the previous population of youth ages fourteen and under, twelve survived total. Of the elderly, fifty-two and above, twenty-two survived. It was those who were old enough to learn how to survive quickly that made it. If you were small, you were lucky to be kept, if you were old, you were tossed aside, if you were sick, you were burned, if you were slow, you were left for wolves, there wasn't much reliability.
At least, not anymore. After The War Of Fire, the world fell into oblivion. The war was silly to think about at first, little Latvia finally started a major war, and a war on Lithuania surprisingly. Nobody knew why it started, some said it was out of cheekiness, others said that it was debt never paid, whatever the reason be, it sparked madness. It did not take a week before Russia and the United States joined, shortly followed by Japan, Italy, Belarus, Sealand (amazingly), The United Kingdom, Portugal, Spain, and Germany. After that, it was history, of course it would be.
The day humanity lost it's well, humanity. Countries were attacking each other, it even started a worldwide drought. There was no water for months on end simply because the countries did not cease the war. They were much too inthralled in the temptations of putting their own petty lives before anybody else. People were more willing to abandon family and kill their friends than get a scratch on their lip.
To Leonardo, he called it χαμένος(chaménos ), which meant 'lost'. The eldest of the brother's remembered it so clearly, how he had told his brother's and father that it would all be okay. How he insisted it would be over after the electricity. It was a horror show, the people turned it into a massacre within the first week.
It was a simple day and a nice one at that. The people had not been expected it at all. Everything was supposed to be fine, why hadn't it turned out fine. Sure, the day was a little more warm than usual, but it was nothing to worry about.
Leonardo had been in charge of ordering the pizza for dinner, wary of Michelangelo being asleep so that he would be able to get a somewhat normal pizza for once. Raphael was training with Donatello in case of an appearance from The Foot Clan or another Kraang attack. Michelangelo was napping after a long night of video games and comic books, and Master Splinter was doing whatever Master Splinter did.
April was in Jersey for the week and Casey was to visit the lair after hockey practice. It was a normal day for everyone. The blue-clad ninja was looking around for his phone so that he would have a chance to order the pizza before Mikey woke up. With no luck, he sighed and fell to the ground with a small thud
He winced slightly and lifted his bum up only to find that the device had been in front of him. Feeling foolish, he lifted it up and dialed the pizza place. It was at that moment that there was a high ringing and then a crack followed by a snap and soon the lights burst leaving them in darkness.
"What the shell? Can anybody explain why the lights are off?"
It didn't take a rocket scientist to know who that snappy voice belonged to.
"Don't get your shell in a twist, it's just an outage. We've got flashlights,"Leonardo called out only to recieve some crude remarks from Raphael and a girly scream from Donatello who had been working on something. Michelangelo was most likely still asleep and their dear sensei was slowly making his way along.
It wasn't until that moment that Leonardo noticed that his phone rang dead. Looking down he raised his mask corners lightly as the dim screen was littered with the black and white dots you see on your television sometimes.
"Hey Raph, is your phone working?"
"Of course it is dimw-" the red clad turtle paused as he looked at the shell-shaped object, "Nope, I ain't got signal."
"Don?"
"Nope."
The three brothers glanced at each other in the little bit of light they had. Quickly, Leonardo turned his off, "Turn them off, we don't know what's going on or how long this outage will last, but it's better to save the power for when we have a chance to call."
All nodded and followed as their older brother.
"Wait...Leo do you hear that?"
"Don, I think you're hearing things, there's nothing."
Leonardo tilted his head and indeed he heard something, it sounded almost like screams and glass breaking. He looked over at his brothers and teacher to find them with the same looks that he had.
"Do you think it's Shredder, he has been gone a while," Raph folded his arms now genuinely concerned.
"I don't think even the Tin Man could have turned lights and signal off. Donnie, wake up Mikey, I think it's time for a last minute check-up on the city."
The orange banded turtle was not too happy about being awoken, he also threw a fit for a few minutes because he was convinced he had gone blind. It was something that simply didn't let them laugh about it this time or yell. Each member of the group was in anxiety of what they would find when they went up top.
As soon as Michelangelo realized how serious this was, he stood up and they all hastily made their way to the surface.
There were things they expected to see, and things they wanted to see. They expected chaos, but they wanted it to be at the fault of The Foot Clan. Then there was what they didn't expect.
None of the expected a bloodbath.
That's what it was the minute they went up there. There was not a single streetlight on, the closest to light was the fires that were started. Leonardo was the first to walk out and see it, it had been only a few hours and this is what happened. He winced as he lifted his foot up to find he had stepped on some glass that was scattered all over the ground. He looked around and saw people fighting, stealing things, and crying.
Donatello walke out next, seeing what had happened in a short few hours caused his stomach to turn. There was a horrible stench of something burning. It was a smell that send his stomach curdling and that's when they saw it.
"Leo..."
The blue-clad turtle turned to find a man on thee ground, his pale hair was stained with his own blood and it seemed his organs were torn out, ripped to pieces and left on the side-walk. Next to him was a figure burning, they did not know if it was a woman or a man, but they dared not try and find out.
"What happened...it hasn't been that long. When was the last time we went on patrol?"
"Last week, Raph, you don't think that-"
The red clad-turtle knew well what his brother was saying, and for once not wanting to upset Donnie, he shot him a glare and the elder nodded silently. However, that didn't mean that Donatello didn't get the message; he was well aware of what they spoke of and his heart clenched at the thought of it.
"We can't let Mikey see this, let's-"
"Yo dudes, what's going on up-" the youngest stopped. His blue eyes that glittered with curiosity filled with horror and his face went pale as he looked around.
The other three of the brothers looked at him and watched as he looked away and clenched his jaw, "W-What's going on?"
Leonardo could only look around at the little they were seeing and then turn back to his little brother who's face was filled with horror.
"This is the end lil bro," Raphael said as the sounds of screams and shattering pierced the air and the stench of murder dripped from the walls. Michelangelo shook his head and leaped back into the sewers, the images of what he had seen, scarring him deeply.
That wasn't the worst of what they saw, there was a woman who was stripped naked and left hanging by her arm on a fire escape. She had been robbed of everything, the only thing that she truly had was the gold hoop earrings that swayed gently with her hanging body. They had thought she was dead until her voice weakly murmured.
"Please...help..."
They had left her, it had been Donatello's final decision, she was already guaranteed death. She had bruises on her arms, neck, and legs from being held down for robbery, one of her eyes was completely burned out along with a large part of her face. All that was left was a scarlet, charred face that had puss oozing from the large gash on it. Her arms were out of their sockets from being hung so long, and flies were already gathering around her.
Day after day, three of the four brothers went out to try and help people, but they didn't want help. Humanity was too twisted and tangled in their vile desires, they forgot t be human. This wasn't humanity, this was wolves. Picking at the carcasses of anything that lay nearby.
After the fifth day, the second shock came. People caught this disease caused from the ashes of their fires, and a virus that had leaked. They called it Fotiá, it meant fire, which is exactly what the tormentful hell of sickness was. It left people crippled, blind, burning internally, and drove them insane. Those who were lucky only fell into a coma, but their chances of being murdered in their sleep remained high. Michelangelo was one of those who caught the sickness. Donatello never left his little brother's side. Concern on not knowing what to do. There was no electricity, there was no signal, there was no help.
Raphael and Leonardo got into an argument that still rang clearly in the blue clad turtle's mind. Raph blamed him, he blamed him for Mikey being sick and telling him that their little brother should have never seen what he saw that day. Leo argued that he didn't want him to see. None of them did. The argument went on for hours before Raphael left, telling Leo he'd rather die in the world of sinners than in the house of the Devil.
Donatello left also, not purposely, he simply wanted to see if he could get some supplies, that was after the decline in children, he never returned. When Michelangelo awoke, he cried into Leonardo and Splinter's shoulders. The end of humanity meant the end of their family. What was worse is that Michelangelo was still sick and Leonardo was unsure with what, he prayed it wasn't Fotiá, he couldn't stand the thought of losing his youngest brother. This wasn't the last of the torment, it wasn't even the beginning.
Almost all of the population of children died within the next week. The only reason anybody knew about the twelve survivors was if they were lucky enough to have a portable radio. For some reason, they still worked. Along with the children, came the elderly. All that was left was the vain and idiotic who were more obsessed with living another day on the now fallen world than saving their family.
Then again, this is the human race, a group of selfish thieves who only look after themselves.
When the third shock came, that's when the true selfish murderers and survivors were left. That was also when the last of the brothers were separated. Leonardo was left in New York, making sure he didn't lose Splinter too. He vowed to bring his brother's back, even if it meant he'd possibly die.
The end had finally arrived, and this time it wasn't a storybook.
