Hi guys, I'm knew to this, it's my first fanfic and my first time writing in English, usually I'm writing in French so please excuse me for any errors. I've been a huge fan of the turtle since I've seen them for the first time in the early nineties. I wanted to make a story that explored the bond of the turtle family and the darkness that surround their lives.
As he open the door, Leonardo became aware of the dark silhouette at the back of the room. It was sitting in a hunch position. His outer line demarked by the light of a candles. The air was thick with the smeel of blood, sweat and burning wax. The fearless leader could see the blood on his brother, who was shaking while silently weeping. He approach slowly and put his hand on the shoulder of the one he thought to be Raphael. His face was buried in his hands and his bandanna was nowhere to be seen.
'Raph ? He asked in a whisper.
Slowly his turtle brother showed his face to reveal that he was not the one his brother was thinking. It was Donatello and in the dept of his eyes, a harsh and profond pain could be read. Startled, Leonardo couldn't believe what he was seeing in his little brother's eyes. Never before anyone of them had seen him with so much sadness. It was devouring him completely, something had died.
His body was covered in blood, his and the one of his enemy whoever that has been. Something was wrong, he had never seen his young brother like that before, usually it was Raph that came back home in such a state. To see the distress in which the purest of them was, was unbearable. This couldn't be happening.
When Donatello recognized Leonardo, he jumped in his arms, crying uncontrollably, unable to contained what was inside of him. He was gripping his older brother so strongly that he was hurting leo, shaking, yelling out whatever was hurting him like that.
Don? What happen? What going on? Why are you covered with blood? Panicked Leo
Raphael, Michelangelo and Master Splinter came in the room wondering what was going on. The sigh of Donatello crying his guts out disturbed them and they stand there, to shocked to ask questions or inquired about what was the meaning of this.
Leonardo looked at each of them, pleading for their help in consoling him. He didn't knew what to do except hold him as strongly as he could. The other ones snapped out of their trance and kneel around Donatello and touched him in order to make him feel their presence. Seeing how he was crying, they waited for him to calm down and tell them what happen to make him look like that. But he just wailed for hours saying 'what have I done. What have I done, What have I done, What have I done."
And for hours they stayed like that, huddled together, bathed by the warm light of the candles, and praying that whatever was torturing their brother, was not too bad..
I know its not much but there will be more I promise. I just need time more time since it's my first story in English and about the Turtles. I want to do this right, please review and feel free to give your advices.