Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT. Nope. I know someone who's last name is/was Laird tho...
This was written with inspiration provided by Lioness Goddess at Stealthy Stories. Write a short scene in which one character reduces another to uncontrollable sobs without touching him or speaking.
Gone
The walls danced with a pale orange glow. It flicked on and off, casting long shadows on the cement. Mike sat wide eyed, staring at the doorway, waiting for any news. Darkness surrounded him in the lair, no one turned on a single light. The TV was quiet, something no one was used to.
Bang! Time froze, everything stopped. He turned to the sound, heart already knowing what his eyes were soon to see.
Movement. His eyes followed the silhouette of his brother as it crept along the wall. Stooping now, disappearing from sight. A warm breath escaped his lips as moisture threatened to wet his cheeks. He sat perched on the armrest of the couch, eyes fixed on his brother's room. His heart wanted to go there, where his family all gathered, but his mind kept him from the tragedy. His throat went dry, watching the second figure disappear from sight.
A loud crash and a crumpled body. Leo was the first to be at the fallen brother's side. Red was everywhere, pooling beside the two bodies. The sticky warm blood bubbled between Leo's fingers as he covered the wound.
Exhaustion pulled at Mike's mind, begging him for sleep. He couldn't give in, somehow his being awake was beneficial to everyone. The silence was starting to wear him down, no one had said a word since they arrived home. Mike bit his lip, fighting away memories of that night. His brother's hadn't moved. It'd only been five minutes but it felt like an eternity to the youngest turtle, still on his perch.
The body was heavy. Dead weight. His head lolled to the side, eyes closed. They struggled through the sewers, Don keeping pressure on the opening in his brother's chest. His purple bandanna becoming red.
The orange light in the room was beginning to fade, becoming paler with every passing moment. His eyes blurred, a finger quickly wiping the tears away. Why hadn't anyone said anything? Footsteps. Mike's heart fluttered. Six hours and no one had left that room. Leo's shadow moved towards the exit, his body appearing in the doorway. Mike couldn't see his face, the candle was too dim. Quiet. Why was it so quiet? Mike's lip quivered waiting for his oldest brother, his leader, to say something. Leo paused, three steps from the doorway, raising his eyes to his youngest brother. Tears wetted Leo's cheeks, their paths staining his skin. Mike sat, still waiting for word, but he knew his brother would never say it. He'd never be able to admit it. Not able to say those words.
The bleeding wouldn't stop. He was getting cold. The quiet between the shocked brothers grew.
Mike's breath caught in his lungs, refusing to leave his body. His vision blurred and his body shook. His lip trembled as he opened his mouth to protest. He shook his head in disbelief. It couldn't be over. Don quietly followed Leo from the room, bracing himself against the wall. His hands cupped his face as he slid to the floor, knees pulled up against his chest. Mikes stomach sank. The sight of Don, his calmest brother, balled and sobbing broke him. Mike started to stand, his body refusing his weight. He fell to the floor shaking uncontrollably. Leo quietly laid his hand on the youngest's shell, watching his brother heave sobs into the cold hard floor, hearing his choking as the tears poured from his eyes. The quiet was broken with their sobs as darkness flooded their home, the candle had gone out.