Author's Note: This takes place before Annihilation Earth.
There she stood, gun pointed at that poor man. He had targeted the wrong girl. The purple dragon scrambled back into shadows, trying in vain to hide. He had snatched this chick, hoping to have some fun, when she pulled a gun. April smiled at him.
"I know what you were going to do," she said, her voice shaking. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened to her. She was wound up way too tight, with the threat of The Shredder, and Kraang, and all sorts of other things. She put her finger on the trigger, and the bullet imbedded itself in the man's head. With dark sort of smile, April walked away.
Killing things gave her a sort of high; the dark thoughts swarmed around her, and scared away all the worries. April kneeled in the sewers, staring at the rat blood on her hands. The thing had scurried across her path, and she had stabbed it without a second thought. She felt nothing, no regret. Its glassy eyes stared at her, unseeing, and April rubbed the blood on her face, and laughed.
April loved him so much. Leo made her feel happy, if she could even felt that way anymore. He was lying with her on her bed. She curled up in his arms, like a child. Her night down was white, and with her pale face, she looked like a ghost. When he had fallen asleep, she kissed him, and whispered, "I love you."
They stared at her in shock. She had been training, and she had wrapped her fingers around Mikey's neck. She hadn't heard them yelling at her to stop, and it had only been Splinter pulling her back by her hair that had kept her from doing any serious damage. His nails had scrapped her neck, and she felt the blood trickle down. April looked into Leo's face, her vision blurry with tears, and saw his look of betrayal. It was that moment that she made up her mind.
April blew out her brains later that day. Leo found her sprawled across the ground, head leaking blood, and a smile on her face. He cried, his sobs echoing throughout the apartment. He died that day too, but he didn't need a gun. All he needed was his heart, and her pale, pale face.