Challenge from SS and from LilNinjaWolf.
If I was to die now I would die with a fact implanted upon my brain that would stain my very core and soul. I would die with the knowledge of my sins and the knowledge of my acts of deceits and betrayals. I wish to die as a coward than as one my brothers would think of in 'light'.
The one who signed three certificates of death had not foreseen the consequences and now, with eyes no longer seeing the reality of the world, stared at the forms of four turtles in a picture in his palm that he had once carried around with him during a life outside of hell. From the right were Donatello, Raphael, Leonardo, and Michelangelo. The picture had been shot from an angle and due to a small grin plastered on their faces they had been having the best day of their life.
"Who am I to kill?" the man was tall, his eyes a deep blue that reminded him of Casey or Mikey… Mikey, he thought, when a soft almost childish smile, but in truth was a sadistic grin, covered the man's face. "Whom do I kill?"
"Raphael." The voice that answered was weak and soft and one that lost any fight that he would have been, and should have been, famous for. But he had seen his brothers' killed, rekilled, over and over before his mind slowly thought that the last killing had been a dream, a nightmare.
"I want you to hold this gun." The gun, a small and light one compared to the bulkier ones they originally use in his thoughts and daydreams, he believes the prior things were these, and he watches a struggling turtle come into the room snarling and yelling insults at each and every member of the men in black before his body, shell mainly, was slammed into the chair and his face came to look directly into the unshaken grip, lose but still tight and indecisive, before into the eyes of brown.
"Leo…" it was a gasp spoke from parted lips as they drew back in fear and anger… but mainly in disgust. "No… no… NO! Tha' ain't ya, bro… SNAP outta it!"
He looked at Raphael before one of the men stripped him of his bandanna and slowly placed it upon the one holding the guns own head.
"Raph?" he spoke weakly again and it was the hesitation in the one name syllabi that made the man behind him place a firm and strong grip on the ever growing shake of his hands.
"That isn't Raphael, Leo." The tone was soft, joyful, and it sent shivers down Raph's body as he watched the conflict rose behind the brown dead eyes. "That's the foot, Leo, we gotta kill him to get Donnie… he's just in the way, Leo…" the voice was saturated in the pleasure of knowing… knowing he was going to get his way, again.
Raph watched as Leo raised the small gun in his hands, cried as his brother didn't even blink as the trigger was squeezed, and shouted, "You bastards will die for doing this to my brother!" before the chair he was strapped to fell to the ground with a hard clatter and, in seconds, he stared at the ceiling his eyes shutting down before strong arms dragged him away back to his cell to his brothers, the ones still in for the next bullet that Leonardo would place have ready.
And in a few hours the cycle would repeat.
If he was to die now they would die with a fact implanted upon their brain that would stain their very core and soul. They would die with the knowledge of their sins and the knowledge of their acts of deceits and betrayals. They wished to die as brothers, but one was missing. As they left their oldest and noblest brother to die after each and every 'death' they caused their loving brother… They wept in disgrace.
Leonardo was betrayed by them as he had betrayed each of them.