It was one of the coldest mornings he had ever experienced. His breath was a white cloud floating in front of him. The streets were bare and quiet , abnormal for a saturday morning in New York City. Raphael knew his family was hurt , yet he had no idea if they were even breathing. He started running , pushinig his limbs to the limit , never looking back. All he remembered was the break in at April's , blood and screaming before he took a final blow to the head spiraling him into darkness and a pain filled world. He awoke to a stinging sensation in his nose , lungs and throat. Smoke. The last thing to process in his brain before he fell into steady , fast , running pace to get away from the burning and heat of the raging fire set to become his death. He saw the horrifing message on the door of the building he was in.
"WE ARE ALL BORN TO DIE , WE ALL DIE TO LIVE , SO WHATS THE POINT OF YOUR LIFE IF IT JUST CONTRADICS?" was written in blood. The darkening liquid trailed down the floor where he saw his father , his master , his reason for staying with his family , dead on the ground. A knife jabbed neatly into his stilled heart. Master splinter was dead , never to come back.
Raphael ran as fast as his ninja turtle legs would take him. Racing across roof tops he saw a masked figure sitting on a fire escape staring him down wih red beady eyes.
"DIE TURTLE ! YOUR LIFE MEANS NOTHING TO THIS WORLD! " with that the figure leapt into the night dissapearing for short time.
Raphael was at his wits end but on the horizon he saw the figure of one of his brothers. He presumed it was Leonardo because of the leader like stance the figure held.
"Leo!" he yelled out to the figure "Thank goodness i found you bro! Hows Donnie and Mikey?" as he reached the figure the light was shining as it reflected of a wet warm liquid staining his feet. As he reached out to touch the figure on the shoulder the head tumbled gently off its shoulders and rooled in to the sun light to reval Leonoardo , with no skin on his face , tounge ripped out , eyes rolled back , and mouth cut to look like a vantrliquist dummie. He was staring down at his eldest brother , seeing the orrific aftermath of the gruesome , heartless , murder. He olny had two family members left. Now he was desperate.
"Keep your head on striaght Raph." he thought to himself. He had to find Donnie and Mikey and protect them , keep his family partialy togehter. Mostly he had to find the murderer and avenge the death of his loved ones. He found a high rooftop where he could keep an eye out for any suspicious people. As the new york sun started to rise Raphael sat down on the edge of his building and rested his head in his hands as he drifted off into a half sleep like state . He knew his first two rules of survival.
look back as you run.
fully fall asleep , stay alert 24/7 .
Its too bad his brothers didnt follow his second rule that day , or they would both be alive instead of just one.
So my lovely porcelin dolls , that it for this story. I shall update when the idea strikes ... most likely tomorrow after im done baking . Please review my lovlies and if you cant , just keep reading . TATA for now my darlings . *creepy voice* Goodbye!