I laughed.
My brothers.
Gone.
Donnie.
He's dead.
A dent in his skull,
From a lead pipe.
Mikey.
He's gone.
Fallen off the lip of the building,
His head broke his fall.
Leo.
Poor Leo.
The Shredder got him,
Slashed him all to ribbons.
I'm all that's left.
Me.
Raphael.
Raph.
An eye less is all.
And maybe a few scars.
Nothing I'm not used to.
And all I could do was laugh.
They were all gone.
I knew we were dead,
Sixth sense this morning at breakfast.
I always though,
Just to myself,
That I'd be the first.
The fist one to die.
But no.
That was my litter brother.
That was Mikey.
Then it was Donnie.
Leo died while looking in my eyes.
Looking for forgiveness.
Pleading to save him.
But I didn't.
I ran.
I ran and I ran.
I can't go home.
Not now.
Not ever.
I'm the only one left.
Donnie.
Mikey.
Leo.
But not me.
I'm not good enough to die.
Never good enough for anything.
Splinter will look at me,
With nothing but shame and sorrow.
I can't watch April cry.
Casey...
He'll understand.
He'll know I don't wanna be seen.
I can't go home.
Such cowardice.
Such shame.
Such hatred.
It should have been me.
I should have died.
But I didn't.
I lived.
I lived while they all died.
If you can even call this living.
I finally reached the west coast.
I stood on the beach and stared out in to the Pacific. And as I watched the waves roll in, I couldn't help but wonder...why me? Why was I the only one left? Why Mikey first? Then Donnie? And then why Leo? Why did they leave me on my own?
They should have fought harder.
They knew our battles were to fought with everything. Slackers. They weren't giving it their all that fateful night. Were they? I don't think so. They'd still be here if they had.
It's all my fault.
I was supposed to watch their backs. That's all I'm good for anyway. I'm only good at being a warrior and a guard dog. Splinter must have known that. He must hate for what happened. He wouldn't have let me get away if he hadn't. Splinter never cared anyway.
Why did they leave me?
I can't live without them.
What am I supposed to do without my brothers?
I hate this.
I wiped the tears from my unmasked eye, wincing when my hand touched the raw opening where my left eye used to be. I'm only 18. How am I supposed to deal with being blind? How am I supposed to deal with not having anybody with me? How am I supposed to deal with not having my brothers with me to back me up?
I laughed.
Hysterically.
They were all dead. And since they were all dead, I might as well be. I was the last mutant ninja turtle in the world. I was all alone. Because they were all dead.
"GRYAHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH AH!"
I fell to my knees in the sand, tears pouring from my eyes, and laughed. I laughed and I cried. I cried and I laughed. I reached into the pocket of my overcoat and pulled the gun I had jacked off a thug on my way through California and looked at it. I wondered what it would feel like.
I put the muzzle against my emerald green temple and pulled the trigger and—
Black.