The song 'Way Out of Here' actually inspired the whole train-yard bit in Solace. It's a great song, one of Porcupine Tree's best, and I just felt like writing this. Enjoy.
I don't own the turtles. Probably a good thing. They would go through a lot more pain if I did.
The rain was falling harder now, the water glistening on the metal of the rails, the scaffolding, and the old passenger cars.
Leo didn't notice the rain, or the encroaching cold. He moved in a sort of daze, only half-seeing where he was treading, aware of only the voices in his head and the growing ache in his heart that was numbing all sensation.
The night was creeping towards the pitch-black mark when the clouds drifted and a pale crescent moon shone faintly over the city. Leo paused in his mindless walk and looked up at it. The slice of light reminded him of a blade.
No. He couldn't think of weapons now. Not yet.
Leo felt the numbness give way as the voices increased. Now there was only the guilt of his action, the anger of his brothers, the pain of his friends' interrogating.
Donnie.
His friend, his brother. His twin brother. Now dying from a wound he had inflicted. His other brothers hated him, his friends – he didn't know.
All he wanted was to disappear.
He couldn't get the sound of gunshots out of his mind, or his twin's frightened whispers as his life leaked out onto the rooftop. The cries of Mikey and Raph as they came within sight. The horrible feeling of his brother going limp in his arms.
The blood. So much blood.
Stumbling half-dazed and trembling after his brothers as they carried Donnie home.
And now, the knowledge that his brother was dying because of him and the others would never forgive. He was probably dead already. Leo couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd decided to leave. Hours, probably – it took at least an hour to get to the train yard when you were walking on foot, and he'd taken a roundabout route. Then he'd been wandering around for who knows how long.
Leo slumped down behind a pile of old ballast, taking out the knife he'd stuck through his belt before leaving the lair. The edge was razor sharp; he'd made sure of that. He wanted it to be over quickly.
He wanted to leave the suffering and anguish he was feeling in a crumpled heap on the ground.
He wanted to go to the only place left where he would be accepted. And there was only one way to get there.
He stared at the blade for a long minute, then sighed. Time to leave for his last, short journey.
'Hello?'
Leo jumped as the call rang out, dropping the knife. Who would have come to look for him? He tried to stand, but a wave of dizziness passed through him, and he sat back down heavily. Whoa. Where did that come from? He'd been feeling sick for a while now, but not like this. Was he dying in spite of his plan?
He heard footsteps walking around the mountain of ballast, then an achingly familiar voice. 'Leo?'
Leo looked up into a pair of brown eyes exactly like his own, and felt his heart clench in his chest. It couldn't be. But it was.
'Donnie?'