(A/N): I FINALLY DECIDED TO PARTICIPATE IN ONE OF THESE THINGS! WOO! Haha. This is me attempting Drusilla52's A-Z challenge. Wish me luck, first word up is, Angle.
He was perched on top the edge of a building just a few blocks from his oblivious target. He had been there for hours, just watching. And for hours, there had been no movement whatsoever. No entered or left, nothing delivered. He did not even see so much as a light flicker on in one of the many windows of the building. Everything was still.
It had strategically frozen itself in time, almost if nothing never happened there in past or present. But still he waited. He refused to let his guard down as the others had. He refused to think that just because the Foot stayed quiet this long without trying something.
He had made that mistake many years ago, and it cost him everything.
After the last attack, they assumed victory. They invaded a home and attacked an unprepared family and slaughtered four. They assumed victory and left to celebrate. But little did know they made a mistake.
They only took four lives, when they should have taken five.
They left one, and he had learned his lesson. In the lonely years that followed, he slowly began to convince himself that they would still attack. That would melt from the shadows they posed as around him and destroy him as well.
But he refused to give them the opportunity. Therefore, he prepared himself. He would beat them to it.
He would always be very careful. He would constantly watch his back. No longer would he take the unnecessary risks he used to when was younger. He would trust no one but the voices in his head that guided him, and been his only company.
He would never sleep. That would be foolish and would only make him more vulnerable if they came. The memories that resided in the crumpled walls, would never let him sleep long anyway. So he would always stay awake.
He rubbed his dry eyes and willed them to stay open longer. But they did not want to stay open. After years of being forced to be wild and alert, they were tired and wanted close. But he never allowed them to.
The Foot were after him. They could out their plan into action at any moment. Even if it seemed that they would do nothing, they would attack.
They were always working an angle.
(A/N): I couldn't decide which turtle I wanted to be in this fic, so it's mystery turtle fic. You pick which one it is. ^.^