(A/N: School is over in… Three days. I might be able to update more. But I am not sure. This is very long awaited… But if you this story is the first time you heard of the other story, The End of the Beginning, the Beginning of the End, then stop reading this and go read the partner story to this. You won't understand anything unless you read that… This chapter is going to be the first short one out of the two planned for this story.)
Dear Mikey,
How are you? Has anything changed since you have been in turtle heaven? Have you changed at all? I hope not…
Our family has been closer than ever lately. Splinter recently passed (Who knows, you might already have seen him…) and we have been helping each other cope. Don went through his whole non-believing stage again, and it was my job (Again) to help him out of it. Leo also tried to take blame again.
Well… I just thought I might give you an update. I have to go and patrol. I'll write again. I love you, Michelangelo… So much…
Love always,
Raphie Boy
Dear Donatello and Leonardo,
Wow… Does this feel familiar… Is this how Mike felt when he wrote his letter? I feel so… Weak. Maybe it's the blood loss?
Well, here's what happened… I went out alone, although I shouldn't have… (Man, when did my arm start to weigh so much that it was this hard to write?) The foot. They got me. Just like they got Mike. I can't believe I let them, though… Man, did they get me good… Got stabbed a few times, couple of deep slashes here and there, and… You'll see when you find me here. On the couch. The site of our dear brother's death.
I'm sorry it has to be this way, but I don't know if I will be able to speak with you again… I'm sorry but it is the truth.
If my hand writing is still legible, please do what I am asking here… Leo, don't take the blame on this one. You tried taking the blame for two deaths, don't you think you have had enough pressure placed on you? I'll take all the blame if needed, bro. And Don… I am pretty sure I am dying here tonight… If I am still alive when you find me, whisk me away and fix me. But don't feel bad if you can't. And if I am already dead… Just continue what you do, brother. Stick with reality.
Well… I am having a lot of trouble writing now… And seeing. Blurs are covering my vision, along with drips of blood. I hope I don't bleed over this paper.
Well, good night my brothers. I love you both with everything I have… I'm sorry for giving you this new divide to handle.
If I do end up seeing Mikey, I'll tell him you said hi and you guys love him...
Love for the future (No matter what happens),
Raphael
