He was dying, and he knew that he was in for a slow, painful death, and all that was to witness the bloody passing were trash bins and the street rats. He shakily wiped his one good hand across his mouth; he cringed at the sight of blood that greeted him.
A run in with Kari and the foot elite had left him in this sorry state. They didn't bother taking me captive, because they knew that my brothers would come for me. No, they wanted to break us. To break the bond that we had, and to break that, one of us had to die.
'I'm sorry my brothers, father… I am not good enough…I have failed you.'
I looked once more at the surrounding area. The cool nights air whipping around me, chilling me to the bone, but numbing the pain of having Kari's lost sward jabbed trough my plastron, cracking several ribs, puncturing my lung, and coming out again through my shell. I was just lucky it was on my right side, and not my left, where my heart was shakily beating.
Turning my head to the city's arrays of light and color, I closed my eyes, and waited for the end.
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'Cold, cold, cold' it was an unfamiliar mantra flowing through her head. So used to the warm, tropical climate of Florida's beaches, she didn't prepare for the frosty evening in store for her. Passing others with warm jackets made her stare at them, wishing for the twentieth time that she at least brought a shawl.
'Almost there' the mental map in her head told her. 'Turn right onto the stinky, moldy alleyway and you are home free.'
The alleyway itself wasn't scary, but these purple dragon fellows that pop out of nowhere and mug you was a little disconcerting. Walking away from the population, and the lights that go along with it, the smell of something rotting flared up and made itself known.
'Probably some stray cat, poor little guy.' The thought bouncing around in her head, making her frown. 'Hope it was quick.'
A low moan startled her from the thought of a dead cat. 'Oh god! What if it's a person!' apron that realization; she unzipped her purse at brought out a portable flashlight.
Clicking it on, and shining the brilliant LED beam around, she found no blood. 'Did I imagine it?' then with a look of horror crossing her face she slowly looked down at her feet. There, a puddle of dark blackish crimson was the blood she was looking for.
Swallowing the bile that quickly raised when seeing it, she followed it toward its source. Pushing aside the card board boxes, she found the source of the moan. It was a giant, vary dead, turtle.
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So who's the turtle? Hmmm? Can you guess? Please review and tell me if it holds any interest to anyone. First story soooo pwease?