Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT.
A/N: This is
my first shot at writing TMNT, or any fanfiction for that matter. Tell
me what you think. This is Eldarevenstar's fault. shakes fist at Eldar
Training in Darkness
It's dark.
I unsheathe my swords.
Finally alone; the
training room calls.
Away from my family's
concerned looks and words.
From accusations that
hit too close to the mark.
I dive.
Every kata must be
perfected.
I used to fight by
need, if no other choice.
I've failed,
therefore mercy must be defective.
My technique must be
changed to keep my family alive.
I spin.
No longer can I rely on
surprise.
My enemies come back;
my brothers get hurt.
I refuse to be the
cause of my family's demise.
I must push them
harder, so next time, we'll win.
I roll.
I am my brothers'
keeper.
They're fighting
battles; I'm waging a war.
I'm on a slippery
slope that's only getting steeper.
I'm afraid to lose
them, afraid I'm losing control.
I punch.
I feel anger boiling
inside.
I'm their protector;
when they get hurt it's my fault.
I'll never forgive
myself if one of them died.
The training dummy
breaks with a sickening crunch.
I kick.
Everything I do is for
their own good.
I don't want them to
fear me, but I fear myself.
It would be so much
easier if they only understood.
I swing my blade by the
candle and cut through the wick.
I slash.
My blades are sharpened
to razors.
I carve death through
the room, as I will to my foes.
I've become callous
and cold, the room in a red haze.
I've beaten the
punching bag, and it lands with a crash.
I increase my attack.
I can't worry my
family, I must use seclusion.
I'm losing my heart,
but I'm saving their lives.
We'll always be
fighting; I see just one solution.
If the world hates my
family, I must hate it back.