A short that's just over a hundred words. Food for thoughts!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything TMNT related.
He felt horrible as the blood squirted from the throat in front of him.
As the body began to crumple and fall, he suffered even worse.
When it became evident that the nameless man before him would never rise again or would never breathe again, he was in anguish.
He had never killed before. In fact, he had never desired to do such a crime. However, if it would mean to be able to wear the honorable garb, he would kill. Serving as a Foot ninja was in his blood. All his ancestors had operated in it, and he would do the same. What else could he do? Nothing else mattered besides his ambition.
He couldn't care that killing did not feel right. It might stop him from donning the red honor.
Author's note
I realize that I haven't been, well, here for quite a while. Let me apologize for this. I've been so busy with that crazy running thing- cross country. School is also totally crazy. It's so weird how little time I've had for anything, especially writing... Writer's block doesn't help much, either. I'm sorry about the lack of stuff I've been posting!