Don't know where this came from – you'll have to forgive me XD;

Oh, well, I've had stranger reasons for writing stories.

TMNT, characters © Mirage Studios
story © Turtlefreak121

Wormwood

They call me bitter.

This unreality, this blissful nexus where I remain contains others with the same amount of inexistence as I do. They are an unreal as I am yet we are aware of each other. We all gaze at the same dying orbiting body. We all watch those we have left behind on it.

I watch not friends and family, though.

I see my foes.

They walk around on the earth with charming white smiles beneath their abnormal green lips. Their slit, pupil less eyes gaze around their reality. They laugh together, toy with each other. They prove their existence without fault.

And I hate them for it.

I see their joyous natures, their abilities, their living. I seethe with jealousy.

It is unfair. They live after I die. They are not even supposed to exist. I was once great. I was once mighty. I was once the Shredder.

I recall the sting of defeat at these mutations' hands. I remember the shame placed upon me by their hideous battling and my grave underestimation of them. They were my murderers. They were the monsters. I cannot live now.

"You are bitter," whispers the disembodied voices among me.

"You must release this rage," another determines.

"You must," the next agrees, "if ever the abyss you seek."

They are wrong, however. I have released myself into a higher form. A more consumed form. I am now unrelenting. I am now the all consuming flame. I am the monster that is within all forms.

No longer am I the mortal Saki. No longer am I the defeated and disgraced.

I am wormwood.

A/N: …I don't know if I'll continue this or not. I'm in a Halloween type mood I guess.