Another story! Yes, I don't NEED to start another story, and yet, I am. This one's got Venus in it, and yes, the title is the same as the song. Originally it was going to be a one-shot and a song-fic, but nah. I read that songfics were banned, so I decided to play it safe. It shouldn't be that many chapters though! Enjoy! I don't own anything! Leave a review!
Title: Big Girls Don't Cry
Rating: T
"It's okay, Mei. Just a few more steps, then you're back home..." I heave my swollen leg across the pavement; blood is still oozing down from the deep gash on the outer side of my thigh. There is blood caked all over my body, and yet most of it is not mine. If Donatello were here, he should be patching it up easily, with quick, nimble fingers.
But Donatello is not here, and nor are his brothers. And never again will they return.
I take a deep breath; surely they will suddenly appear, jumping out from an upcoming sewer tunnel and surrounding me with their worry and care. Leonardo, with his fussing, the one with the burden of being a failing leader; Donatello, busy patching my wounds up. Michelangelo would be cracking a cheesy joke, in the hopes of making me laugh to forget about everything. And Raphael would be standing in the shadows, watching on with eyes that barely conceal the wave of concern.
Why can't I force myself to believe that? Why do I feel so... empty inside? I feel nothing, nothing but the pain scattered over my body.
I feel… Hollow. No tears, no emotions, nothing. An empty, abandoned shell is what I feel like. Like I'd somehow escaped my own shell and left it, lying alone in the dirt.
They can't be gone, right? If they aren't, then why do I feel so empty inside...?
A dull glow lights up the dirty stones I am limping across, and the maroon blood shines dully in its reflection. I can see myself; bloodied face, torn bandana, and tired, tired eyes.
The newly familiar place I now call 'home' expands into a wide, messy living area. Master Splinter, frantically pacing down the faded mats, turns at once, and all but runs over.
"Venus de Milo, where have you been; the five of you needed to have been home hours ago!" Master Splinter chides gently. His worried gaze roams to the gashes and bruises littering my body and looks over my shoulder, as if expecting the boys to run in laughing at any second.
They won't.
Carefully, the Ninjitsu master places a withered paw on my carapace and guides me over to the worn couch.
If only he knows... Will he still treat me the same? Will he send me back to China?
"Venus de Milo, where are my sons?" He looks towards the door again, this time with a strange expression on his muzzle; is that… fear? "Donatello needs to disinfect and bandage your wounds." Master Splinter probes my thigh gingerly, and I hiss in pain. Physical pain and emotional pain. And yet, how is it possible that can I feel everything and nothing at the same time?
"Venus de Milo!" Splinter's tone is slightly harder, and I jerk my vision in his direction. His normally warm brown eyes are almost frightening with the amount of anger and worry in them. "Where are the others?"
"They are… they are… gone, Master Splinter." I sigh. "They're gone."
And that wraps up chapter one! Yay! Next chapter will be a flashback. Don't have that finished yet, though, so it may be a while before being posted. This isn't really set in Next Mutation, even though it's got Venus. I'll explain more in future chapters! Have a good week y'all!