Long Live the King
AN: I would just like to tell you all that I don't own Ninja turtles.... they are property to all of their creatures and stuff. Please read and review! This is mai first turtle fic. I hope you all enjoy!!! (Some scenes in here are pretty graphic, just warning you!) Oh! And BTW, this story is in no way like Deaths Messengers.... just to let you all know... just a little story that popped into my head...
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«RAPH'S POV»
I couldn't stand to look at him. I just couldn't. It was the most horrid scene I have ever seen. Guts were spilled onto the concrete, blood was gushing from every part of his body. His eyes were white, with blood streaking out of them, like bloody tears. His fingers, toes, arms, legs.... everything, was bent or turned around backwards. His shell was dented in, cracked, even smashed in some places. His weapons were shattered. Basically, there was nothing left of him.
I needed to vomit... I could feel the nausea coming, and I dodged to the other end of the building I was standing on, and just let it all flow out. It pretty disgusting, since it all landed on top of this teenage kid, just about to show off some dance moves or something. He was going to do a flip in mid-air, when my vomit came rushing down on him. He looked like he was a bout to vomit, and, well, did so. So did all his friends, after they were all laughing at him. I quickly dodged out of the way, so they couldn't see me. This couldn't be happening. My brother....
Dead.
I wanted to pick him up, wanted to hold him, wanted to put him back together. I vomited only glancing at him.... how could I bear to... touch him? He didn't deserve to die! Whoever did this to him.... to MY brother, was going to get it. I was going to do the same thing to him, but worse! I'll make sure he has nothing left of him besides his skin. I'll smash his bones in; I'll rip his brain out with my own hands... I'll do anything! ANYTHING to get justice for him.
I will never forget him.
I better phone the others to tell them. They need to know. I wipe a tear from my eye, and take out my shell cell.
«SPLINTER'S POV»
"HEY! WHAT IN SAM HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR!?"
"BECAUSE I CAN, GENIUS!!!"
I put my hands over my head, and bowed my head. If my old age doesn't get to me, these kids will.
"DON'T TOUCH THAT! WAIT!!!! STOP!!!!"
I suddenly heard a loud crash, and sighed. I knew that I would have to go and settle a stupid argument over something that couldn't of been resolved in a quiet, peaceful manner. Ohi! kids...
I then heard a beeping noise coming from a shelf in my room. I walked over, and picked up a shell cell. I looked at it, and wondered how to work the dang thing. I remembered last time what happened to Donatello's battle shell when I messed with it, so I walked into the other room where my two bickering sons were.
"Donatello, this thing is beeping..."
" I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT YOU DID!!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THAT TOOK ME TO MAKE THAT?!?!?!?"
"I don't know, you tell me..."
"Donatello! I said, this thing is..."
"That's it you little punk! prepare to..."
"DONATELLOOOOOO!!!!!!"
My son looked at me with surprise and shock on his face. His face softened, and put a smirk on his face. "What's up, sensei?"
"Hey! Maybe robot wars are on channel 10!!! Wanna check, Donnie?"
"Sure..."
"NO.... THIS THING IS BEEPING!!!" I started to yell, waving it in front of his face. I will never understand these two...
"Oh, the shell cell..." Donatello snatched it from my hand, and pressed a button towards the bottom. "Hello, Donnie here!"
All of a sudden, Donatello pushed the phone away from his ear. I could hear screaming and yelling on the other side of the phone. It sounded like my son, Raphael.
"Donatello, please give me that thing..." I extended my arm, and put the thing to my face. " My son, please, please calm down. Please, tell me what happened!"
{Master Splinter?}
"Yes, my son, I am hear.
{Master, It's, It's, Leo...}
"What about Leonardo?" I asked, felling my voice turning a bit scared.
{Master...} I could hear him sobbing on the other line, unable to talk. {He's, He's, Dead...}
I felt my body become numb, and I could feel my blood running out of my face. my hands were shaking, as well as my voice. "Raphael, bring him home, now!"
{I...I can't!}
"Why not?!" I could hear my voice rising.
{Because, when I look at him, I just want to vomit! Master Splinter, I can't...}
"Where are you my son?" I listened to directions as to where my sons were, and added, "I will send Michelangelo and Donatello to get you and Leonardo. Wait where you are..." I handed the thing to Donatello, and he turned it off.
"What's wrong, sensei."
I repeated the address my Raphael gave to me to my sons, and told them to go there. "NOW! Go!!!"
Donatello and Michelangelo went without question. When they were gone, I feel to the floor, and started to sob. My son, Leonardo, has left me.
«LEO'S POV»
"I CAN'T BELIVE YOU, RAPH! YOUR SUCH A CHILD SOMETIMES!"
"WELL, IF I'M SUCH A CHILD, THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STILL HERE BICKERING TO ME LIK ONE? WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO SOMEWHERE LESS CHILDISH!!!"
"FINE! I WILL!"
I turned around, and stomped out of the room. My face felt hot and warm, and I needed to go and cool down. Raph can be such an idiot sometimes, I just don't get it. Why can't he act his own age for once? He was 16, but acts like he's six! I stormed out into the cool night of the city, and hidden in the shadows, jumped from building to building. A kick here, a slash of a sword there, the usual stuff.
I collapsed on the building I was on to catch my breath. I rolled on my shell and looked up at the stars. They were so beautiful. Knowing, Mike would think it was boring, Donnie would start on a speech about space and all that junk, and Raph would of thought it was dumb and would storm off somewhere. The very thought of Raph made me bolt up, only to notice that I was surrounded by foot Ninja.
"Awww... Shit..." I whispered under my breath, pulling out my kabanas, ready for a battle. All of a sudden, the foot Ninjas spread apart, revealing the most hated person I know...
The Shredder...
"Well, well, if it isn't Leonardo. Did you get lost trying to find your way home?" He mocked, sliding his fingers across his blades. I looked him in the eye, with a smirk on my face. I pulled my head back, gathered all the snot I could that was in my mouth and nose, and lunged it at him, hitting him square in the face.
"ACK!!! GET HIM!!!"
I jumped into the air ass all direction of Foot came at me. I slashed my Kabanas in all directions, slashing them here and there, and here and there some more! I did a fortune cookie to one Foot, tossing him back to five others. In about 5 seconds, they were all on the floor, begging for mercy. I cocked my head up to see the shredder clapping his hands. "Very good, young one. But not good enough to surpass me!"
I could see him come after me, jumping in the air, and coming down, about to strike me in the face. I blocked his blow as best I could, but it exposed my torso, which he kicked with his foot, sending me flying into a cement wall. My head throbbed, and I could hardly see in front of me. I could see him come after be, and I saw as she pulled my arm back, and slugged me in the head. I wasn't knocked out, although I really couldn't see, and my head was throbbing with pain.
I moaned as his voice rang threw my head. I looked over towards him, and saw him take something out of his pocket. He put it on the ground, and suddenly, a picture showed up where the chip was. I wanted to scream in horror at what I saw, but I couldn't. I saw himself, all beat up, with blood and guts gushing everywhere. I could also detect the hologram giving off this sent.... and threw up all over the foot ninja that was holding me. then, everything went black.
~! @#$%^&*()_+
so, whatcha guys think? I know the first chapter sucked, but It will get better! I hope... anyway, please review on what you thought of my fic ^^. If you guys don't know what a fortune cookie is, it's this fighting move in Tekken (Ling Xiaoyu does it..) I can't really describe the move, but it's cool.... lol.... and it involves fists and stuff..... In this case, Swords!
AN: I would just like to tell you all that I don't own Ninja turtles.... they are property to all of their creatures and stuff. Please read and review! This is mai first turtle fic. I hope you all enjoy!!! (Some scenes in here are pretty graphic, just warning you!) Oh! And BTW, this story is in no way like Deaths Messengers.... just to let you all know... just a little story that popped into my head...
~! @#$%^&*()_+
«RAPH'S POV»
I couldn't stand to look at him. I just couldn't. It was the most horrid scene I have ever seen. Guts were spilled onto the concrete, blood was gushing from every part of his body. His eyes were white, with blood streaking out of them, like bloody tears. His fingers, toes, arms, legs.... everything, was bent or turned around backwards. His shell was dented in, cracked, even smashed in some places. His weapons were shattered. Basically, there was nothing left of him.
I needed to vomit... I could feel the nausea coming, and I dodged to the other end of the building I was standing on, and just let it all flow out. It pretty disgusting, since it all landed on top of this teenage kid, just about to show off some dance moves or something. He was going to do a flip in mid-air, when my vomit came rushing down on him. He looked like he was a bout to vomit, and, well, did so. So did all his friends, after they were all laughing at him. I quickly dodged out of the way, so they couldn't see me. This couldn't be happening. My brother....
Dead.
I wanted to pick him up, wanted to hold him, wanted to put him back together. I vomited only glancing at him.... how could I bear to... touch him? He didn't deserve to die! Whoever did this to him.... to MY brother, was going to get it. I was going to do the same thing to him, but worse! I'll make sure he has nothing left of him besides his skin. I'll smash his bones in; I'll rip his brain out with my own hands... I'll do anything! ANYTHING to get justice for him.
I will never forget him.
I better phone the others to tell them. They need to know. I wipe a tear from my eye, and take out my shell cell.
«SPLINTER'S POV»
"HEY! WHAT IN SAM HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR!?"
"BECAUSE I CAN, GENIUS!!!"
I put my hands over my head, and bowed my head. If my old age doesn't get to me, these kids will.
"DON'T TOUCH THAT! WAIT!!!! STOP!!!!"
I suddenly heard a loud crash, and sighed. I knew that I would have to go and settle a stupid argument over something that couldn't of been resolved in a quiet, peaceful manner. Ohi! kids...
I then heard a beeping noise coming from a shelf in my room. I walked over, and picked up a shell cell. I looked at it, and wondered how to work the dang thing. I remembered last time what happened to Donatello's battle shell when I messed with it, so I walked into the other room where my two bickering sons were.
"Donatello, this thing is beeping..."
" I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT YOU DID!!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THAT TOOK ME TO MAKE THAT?!?!?!?"
"I don't know, you tell me..."
"Donatello! I said, this thing is..."
"That's it you little punk! prepare to..."
"DONATELLOOOOOO!!!!!!"
My son looked at me with surprise and shock on his face. His face softened, and put a smirk on his face. "What's up, sensei?"
"Hey! Maybe robot wars are on channel 10!!! Wanna check, Donnie?"
"Sure..."
"NO.... THIS THING IS BEEPING!!!" I started to yell, waving it in front of his face. I will never understand these two...
"Oh, the shell cell..." Donatello snatched it from my hand, and pressed a button towards the bottom. "Hello, Donnie here!"
All of a sudden, Donatello pushed the phone away from his ear. I could hear screaming and yelling on the other side of the phone. It sounded like my son, Raphael.
"Donatello, please give me that thing..." I extended my arm, and put the thing to my face. " My son, please, please calm down. Please, tell me what happened!"
{Master Splinter?}
"Yes, my son, I am hear.
{Master, It's, It's, Leo...}
"What about Leonardo?" I asked, felling my voice turning a bit scared.
{Master...} I could hear him sobbing on the other line, unable to talk. {He's, He's, Dead...}
I felt my body become numb, and I could feel my blood running out of my face. my hands were shaking, as well as my voice. "Raphael, bring him home, now!"
{I...I can't!}
"Why not?!" I could hear my voice rising.
{Because, when I look at him, I just want to vomit! Master Splinter, I can't...}
"Where are you my son?" I listened to directions as to where my sons were, and added, "I will send Michelangelo and Donatello to get you and Leonardo. Wait where you are..." I handed the thing to Donatello, and he turned it off.
"What's wrong, sensei."
I repeated the address my Raphael gave to me to my sons, and told them to go there. "NOW! Go!!!"
Donatello and Michelangelo went without question. When they were gone, I feel to the floor, and started to sob. My son, Leonardo, has left me.
«LEO'S POV»
"I CAN'T BELIVE YOU, RAPH! YOUR SUCH A CHILD SOMETIMES!"
"WELL, IF I'M SUCH A CHILD, THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STILL HERE BICKERING TO ME LIK ONE? WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO SOMEWHERE LESS CHILDISH!!!"
"FINE! I WILL!"
I turned around, and stomped out of the room. My face felt hot and warm, and I needed to go and cool down. Raph can be such an idiot sometimes, I just don't get it. Why can't he act his own age for once? He was 16, but acts like he's six! I stormed out into the cool night of the city, and hidden in the shadows, jumped from building to building. A kick here, a slash of a sword there, the usual stuff.
I collapsed on the building I was on to catch my breath. I rolled on my shell and looked up at the stars. They were so beautiful. Knowing, Mike would think it was boring, Donnie would start on a speech about space and all that junk, and Raph would of thought it was dumb and would storm off somewhere. The very thought of Raph made me bolt up, only to notice that I was surrounded by foot Ninja.
"Awww... Shit..." I whispered under my breath, pulling out my kabanas, ready for a battle. All of a sudden, the foot Ninjas spread apart, revealing the most hated person I know...
The Shredder...
"Well, well, if it isn't Leonardo. Did you get lost trying to find your way home?" He mocked, sliding his fingers across his blades. I looked him in the eye, with a smirk on my face. I pulled my head back, gathered all the snot I could that was in my mouth and nose, and lunged it at him, hitting him square in the face.
"ACK!!! GET HIM!!!"
I jumped into the air ass all direction of Foot came at me. I slashed my Kabanas in all directions, slashing them here and there, and here and there some more! I did a fortune cookie to one Foot, tossing him back to five others. In about 5 seconds, they were all on the floor, begging for mercy. I cocked my head up to see the shredder clapping his hands. "Very good, young one. But not good enough to surpass me!"
I could see him come after me, jumping in the air, and coming down, about to strike me in the face. I blocked his blow as best I could, but it exposed my torso, which he kicked with his foot, sending me flying into a cement wall. My head throbbed, and I could hardly see in front of me. I could see him come after be, and I saw as she pulled my arm back, and slugged me in the head. I wasn't knocked out, although I really couldn't see, and my head was throbbing with pain.
I moaned as his voice rang threw my head. I looked over towards him, and saw him take something out of his pocket. He put it on the ground, and suddenly, a picture showed up where the chip was. I wanted to scream in horror at what I saw, but I couldn't. I saw himself, all beat up, with blood and guts gushing everywhere. I could also detect the hologram giving off this sent.... and threw up all over the foot ninja that was holding me. then, everything went black.
~! @#$%^&*()_+
so, whatcha guys think? I know the first chapter sucked, but It will get better! I hope... anyway, please review on what you thought of my fic ^^. If you guys don't know what a fortune cookie is, it's this fighting move in Tekken (Ling Xiaoyu does it..) I can't really describe the move, but it's cool.... lol.... and it involves fists and stuff..... In this case, Swords!