I don't know where this one came from...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything TMNT...
I am lying here in the freezing rain. Blood flows in little paths and accumulates in an ever-growing puddle, swirling near my feet.
Dark colors of gray and blue rain down upon us. I cannot help but glance at him beside me. I have been stealing glances, every few moments in the time we have spent together. He fainted before and now seems to be paler. Should I help him? Would he help me if we were in each other's positions? I shift my gaze, uncomfortably. I do not wish to think of that because I know the answer. He would do all in his power to aid me.
Eventually, I crawl over to him and instantly spot the Katana wound on his leg that I gave him. It causes me to grimace and glance at the wound that graces my side from him… What would my father think of this? I am sure that he would forbid me to help the turtle and encourage me to avenge him.
My head is turned and my eyes are squeezed shut. The turtle clad in blue grows paler and paler as I fight my inner battle. Should I act on what is right or what I have been told is right?
My mind knows that I should draw my sword and decapitate him, ending this doubt now and forever. However, my heart shrivels at the very thought, and I grieve for his life that I have not taken.
I pull my Katana out and study them. I cannot do it… I bow my head and wish away the feelings that make me weak… They caused him to be weak, too. If he would have killed me when he had the chance, I would not be wallowing in this failure.
I rip cloth from my attire and bind his leg wound with it. In the pouring rain, I hold him closely for he is freezing, and I must keep pressure on the wound he has on his plastron. He always did believe I uphold honor. I appreciate that.
Against all of my father's would- be wishes, I enfold him close to my heart and wish he would not die. I hold him to my heart, wishing away every and all pain that I have caused him.
As I hold him there, I grip my Katana. My hand trembles as I plunge it through his heart and through myself. There father, I have avenged you.
Now as I wait to die in the pouring rain, I hold Leo next to my heart.
Author's Ramblings...
I blame being sick; maybe the fever fried my brain!
...or...
It's my newly discovered vendetta against 18-year-olds! I've decided most 18-year-olds are mean because they assume that the poor unsuspecting 15-year-olds are all Jonas Brothers loving- Disney influenced- mindlessly ignorant, drones who will buy anything as long as there is some generic pretty-boy "pop" singer on it!
Hehe, any thoughts? No? (invisible, virtual, imaginary) Pie for thoughts!