A/N: I am going to try a lot harder with this fic, so please be patient with me. Thanks to AAnnR for encouraging me to keep writing when I was gonna stop. Hope you like it. Please review!
White.
Blank, lifeless, empty.
That was the only thing he could see. He couldn't see the bodies around him, or smell the tang of the blood pooling at his feet. His arms fell to his sides, the grips of his hands loosening, causing his two katana to fall to the concrete with a pang. He felt an invisible weight crushing him from every side, like one of his brother's had wrapped shrink wrap around him while he was sleeping. He found it hard to breath, taking in shallow gasps as best he could.
Three seconds. That's all that had passed.
The crushing feeling was slowly replaced with a burning knot in his stomach. He snatched up his weapons with a snarl. Though his limbs felt heavy, they tore through the air and surrounding flesh with greater speed than he thought possible at the moment. The acidic anger laced his limbs as he ripped apart black clad body after body. He had to get to him.
Five seconds.
The remaining ninja sensed his wrath, and, after seeing their comrades torn apart, many fled, leaving only the four red caped figures between him and his target. He stopped for a moment; the red caped ninja did nothing. He snarled again, twisted his hands tighter around his weapons, and white mist clouded his vision. As soon as it cleared, he rushed to his father's side; the Elite had fled, their job complete. He was alone now.
Upon reaching his father, he threw his swords to the side and gently picked up the limp form. His father's body was still warm, but there was not heartbeat. He pressed his fingers into Splinter's furry throat, trying to find a pulse. Forever passed, realization came. He clung to his father's body like a lifeline, because that's what it was, and he howled.
His master, his guardian, his father, was gone.